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  •  Oh, webranding. For me the distillation (3+ / 0-)

    of the whole Katrina episode came when I saw a young mother holding her baby (about 7-8 months old) over her shoulder, and talking to a reporter.
    She said in this high breathless voice, "Oh, he's just really sleepy.  Water?  No, I haven't had any water to give him for a few days now, but he's doing okay.."  Her voice started shaking, her hands were trembling like leaves.
    She looked at the child's face, and the baby's arms were swinging lifelessly.  
    That baby DIED because he didn't get a drink of water.  I'll never forget it, and I'll never forget the rich a**holes who murdered him with their disregard.

    •  I Started A Blog About Katrina Two Day Before (4+ / 0-)

      it hit and keep it somewhat up to date even to this day. It was almost daily for well over a year. I think I am someplace around 600 posts. I got a lot of ties to that place and I wanted to document, via words, pictures, and links what happened. I got a feeling maybe 30 years from now I might take it and write a book or something. Cause people already seem to have forgotten the not to distant past.

      "In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act." - George Orwell

      by webranding on Thu Feb 11, 2010 at 03:32:35 PM PST

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      •  I don't think they've forgotten. (3+ / 0-)

        I think it was part of the reason why this year's Super Bowl drew so many viewers.  Most of us wanted to see something good happen for New Orleans, because of Katrina.
        It woke most of us the hell up re Bush and Friends, and imo had something to do with Obama's win.
        Standing O for you for running that blog, webranding.  I hope with all my heart you will write a book about it, and include all those posts.
        We can never allow it to pass from memory, and the Republican party should wear it around their necks forever.

        •  Hello, America, We Are ... (3+ / 0-)

          This is about my favorite thing from the site. An editorial sent to me by one of my professors via the USPS:

          Dear America, I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We’re South Louisiana.

          We have arrived on your doorstep on short notice and we apologize for that, but we never were much for waiting around for invitations. We’re not much on formalities like that.

          And we might be staying around your town for a while, enrolling in your schools and looking for jobs, so we wanted to tell you a few things about us. We know you didn’t ask for this and neither did we, so we’re just going to have to make the best of it.

          First of all, we thank you. For your money, your water, your food, your prayers, your boats and buses and the men and women of your National Guards, fire departments, hospitals and everyone else who has come to our rescue.

          We’re a fiercely proud and independent people, and we don’t cotton much to outside interference, but we’re not ashamed to accept help when we need it. And right now, we need it.

          Just don’t get carried away. For instance, once we get around to fishing again, don’t try to tell us what kind of lures work best in your waters. We’re not going to listen. We’re stubborn that way.

          You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange music and eat things you’d probably hire an exterminator to get out of your yard.

          We dance even if there’s no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk to much and laugh to loud and live to large, and frankly, we’re suspicious of others who don’t. But we’ll try not to judge you while we’re in your town.

          Everybody loves their home, we know that. But we love South Louisiana with a ferocity that borders on pathological. Sometimes we bury our dead on LSU sweatshirts.

          Often we don’t make sense. You may wonder why, for instance, if we could only carry one small bag of belongings with us on our journey to your state, why in God’s name did we bring a pair of shrimp boots?

          We can’t really explain that. It is what it is.

          You’ve probably heard that many of us stayed behind. As bad as it is, many of us cannot fathom a life outside of our border, out in that place we call Elsewhere.

          The only way you could understand that is if you have been there, and so many of you have. So you realize that when you strip away all the craziness and bars and parades and music and architecture and all the hooey, the best things about where we come from is us.

          We are what made this place a national treasure. We’re good people. And don’t be afraid to ask how we pronounce our names. It happens all the time.

          When you meet us now and you look into our eyes, you will see the saddest story ever told. Our hearts are broken into a thousand pieces.

          But don’t pity us. We’re gonna made it. We’re resilient. After all, we’ve been rooting for the Saints for 35 years. That’s got to count for something.

          OK, maybe something else you should know is that we make jokes at inappropriate times.

          But what the hell.

          And one more thing: In our part of the country, we’re used to having visitors. It’s our way of life.

          So when all this is over and we move back home, we will repay to you the hospitality and generosity of spirit you offer to us in this season of despair. That is our promise. That is our faith!

          "In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act." - George Orwell

          by webranding on Thu Feb 11, 2010 at 04:04:25 PM PST

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