Remembering August 30th
Today, August 29 is of course the first anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I still have trouble getting my head around that event, and I doubt I'll soon forget watching the aftermath of it on CNN, etc. And in some ways, coming shortly after the tsunami in South East Asia, and less than four years after 9/11, the compound of all those events made it especially awful.
Nothing will ever make me forget seeing pictures like this. Or watching helicopters fly over, dropping food to thankful people huddled on a roof, wondering why they weren't being airlifted out by the best military in the world.
Or even less morbid but just as shocking photos like these.
I'll never forget seeing Canal Street underwater, an entire city -- or, at the least, major parts of it -- washed away. Forever changed.
I'll remember watching the ugliest side of people in horribly desperate situations come out - the looters, to be sure, but just as ugly were the overblown commentaries about the criminal actions going on.
I will remember seeing TV hosts berate people with nothing for takingn some water and supplies from a store, lumping them in with the idiots who did go on a true looting spree. I will remember how the NRA used this to justify lax gun laws, and how Dennis Hastert suggested New Orleans didn't need to be rebuilt.
I'll never forget how this hurricane peeled away the thin veneer of the ugly side of New Orleans: poverty, racism and political incompetence.
It's not worth rehashing all the many incompetent choices the Bush administration either made or didn't make during and after Katrina. But I'll never forget those images, the anniversary of which was honored today, on August 29.
But tomorrow? Tomorrow, I will be honoring this memory. The one of what our President did on August 30, while a city lay dying. THIS should forever be one of the lasting images of Hurricane Katrina. And this is why people like me hate George Bush.