And what to say, really?
It's hard to find any words for this devastating hurricane. I haven't watched much of the t.v. coverage because it only makes me feel more overwhelmed and helpless and angry at the pathetic failure of our government relief system and the very worst of human nature. From today's New York Times front page:
Outside the Hyatt hotel next to the Superdome, scores of tour buses in ankle-deep water waited to evacuate people who had been living in and around the stadium. "It's been hell," said Donnieka Rhinehart, 26, a nursing assistant who said she had lived in the stadium with her two small children since Monday. She said she saw a rape and heard that a girl's throat had been cut.
I think there will be plenty of finger pointing and enough blame to go around (twice), but don't necessarily think that will change anything the next time a Category 4 hurricane comes around. Watching a silly action movie yesterday that takes place in Miami and kept thinking how Miami would be devastated by 140 m.p.h. winds and remembering Hurricane Andrew which directly caused only 26 deaths. Katrina is something else entirely, more like the tsunami on Boxing Day, which has caused over 300,000 deaths.
I did think this comment by the person in charge of the military task force was especially egregious, even among so many egregious official statements.
And a thought for the day:
No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. -John Donne, poet (1573-1631)