Respect
It’s
about respect. I have tasted just a small bite of the poisonous fruit that is
disrespect.
So
in New Orleans you’re poor, but not only poor but poor and Black. You live a
hardscrabble life and get by until coming at you is a category 5 hurricane.
Your
City, Parish, and State officials have failed to prepare contingency plans that would provide transportation, water, shelter,
and protection for the poor that will be without all of these. The politicians
had no respect for the poor.
You
go where you’re told and you survive in conditions that quickly become horrific and still you wait to be rescued. You hang on tight to the last bit of dignity and humanity that is all you have. You’re an American after all and America takes care of its own.
But
when the rains stop and the water subsides the politicians that didn’t have any respect for you float to the top of the foetid
sewer that were your streets and loudly complain about how the “Government” failed you.
I’m
mad as hell. The faces of the American citizens in such desperation is a shame
to all of us. We shouldn’t take foreign aid.
We don’t deserve it. We were disrespectful of our fellow citizens and
we should pay for it.
Damn
those politicians who were more interested in self-serving pork than these exact events that were predicted years ago. Damn them for their hypocrisy. Damn them
for their cowardice. And, damn them for being disrespectful of their fellow Americans.