Blacks, in a state of essential slavey, built those levees that were blown up in 1927. When the ships came to rescue people, whites made damn sure not to rescue blacks in Mississippi because of the fear that blacks wouldn't return to work on the farms. If black life is not valued-- and isn't that what you were seeing for days in New Orleans?- then the specifics of the explanation are irrevelant. How do you aid Tsunami victims immediately, but it takes three or four days to get to New Orleans?"
-Lolis Eric Elie, Columnist-New Orleans Times-Picayune
People who know a few things about me realize that I have an odd fascination with the Golden Gate bridge--well, to be exact, the fascination is with people who jump off the bridge.
One story I read-- from the work of a homicide detective report-- was about a guy from across the bay in Oakland who took a bus to the BART station, rode BART to San Francisco, then through a circuitious series of bus and streetcar trips arrived at the Golden Gate. He walked the distance to bridge and jumped. The note, presumably found by the Investigator simply said," Today I am going to jump off the Golden Gate. If a single person stops to greet me or engage me in conversation today, I will not jump."
Apparently no one did.
These are 'jump-off-the-bridge' days, my friends. Katrina-- or, as I like to call her, Katerina, followed by Rita-- may have struck NOLA, Gulfport/Biloxi and Beaumont/Port Arthur, but the fallout from the storms is changing the fabric, tenor and DNA of the country. The changes are tangible and palpable-- and they are arriving in that same surreal manner that allows you to feel the train on the tracks long before you see the engine.
Take lessons from the oozing acts of kindness we're seeing-- neighbor-to-stranger, friend-to-friend. One should desparately, hopelessly be looking for ways to consistently bestow kindness on others from now through the end of the year. Don't stop because giving just because Natalie Holloway is back as the lead story.
The holidays will be upon us soon. People become morose and despondent, you know the drill. Imagine how someone who lost everything is going to feel when they turn on the radio the week before Christmas and hear," ....Have yourself a Merry little Christmas, let you hearts be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight." People will break down. People are going to look about and realize their homes are gone, they have no place to return and their troubles, instead of being out of sight, are stalking them like the Ghost of Christmas Future.
Then, they're heading for the bridge. And FEMA thinks they've got problems now...wait until the Christmas carols start playing on the radio.