Real Heroes and Sheroes of New Orleans is a firsthand account of how the victims of Katrina were treated. It suggests the need for a little sensitivity training on the part of local law enforcement.
As we approached the bridge, armed sheriffs formed a line across the foot of the bridge. Before we were close enough to speak, they began firing their weapons over our heads. This sent the crowd fleeing in various directions...
Just as dusk set in, a sheriff showed up, jumped out of his patrol vehicle, aimed his gun at our faces and screamed, ÂGet off the fucking freeway.Â A helicopter arrived and used the wind from its blades to blow away our flimsy structures. As we retreated, the sheriff loaded up his truck with our food and water.
Katrina Survivors Face Cops, Gougers, Scams, ÂGangsÂ
Extensive footage and photographs of the catastropheÂs aftermath reviewed by NewStandard staff depicted few people with weapons and only police threatening or engaging in violence.
At the Front of Nowhere at All: The Perfect Storm and the Feral City, from Tom Dispatch offers us a forgotten recent past and a chilling prediction,
After all, though you can't find a word in the papers about it at the moment, we are only halfway through the fiercest, longest hurricane season in memory. We should be scared. Very scared.
People of the Dome
You want people to stop looting? Provide the means for them to eat, and to leave the area.
The Superdome: Monument to a Rotten System
Everyday, President Bush doles out comments that signal his removal from any basic notion of humanity. Perhaps the most galling, "The good news is -- and it's hard for some to see it now -- that out of this chaos is going to come a fantastic Gulf Coast, like it was before. Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house -- he's lost his entire house -- there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch."
And I will leave you with the last paragraph of Sean Penn accuses Bush amid rescue chaos
"At one point, there were a load of girls on the roof of the hotel saying 'Can you help us?' and the policemen said 'Show us what you've got' and made signs for them to lift their T-shirts. When the girls refused, they said 'Fine' and motored off down the road in their boat."
Has the veil slipped down a bit to reveal more than just those come hither eyes; or is it lying trodden with mud on the ground at the our feet?
As Nero fiddles with his chainsaw.