Below The Fold

The coverage is hard.
I can’t believe it’s a scene from within US borders…It looks like a third world country.
But it’s not. It’s my country. And the devastation is nothing short of horrific. I keep seeing these people screaming for help, screaming that they’re helpless, screaming that the government is abandoning them.
The conservative side of me gets riled. I think, “Why aren’t you helping yourself? Get your ass in gear and get the hell out of dodge. You knew the hurricane was coming. Where is your survival gear? Where’s your plan?
And then I see a clip from A Current Affair (yeah, I know, but it was a clip being shown on another, more respectable newscast.) And I see this 50 year old woman, clutching her poodle, saying she was left behind because she would not leave her dog. She’s weeping, and my heart breaks for her.
And the camera pulls back, and you look at what was truly devastated… more specifically, the demographics of what the devastation wrought…
And then I think… maybe the hurricane is just starting.
If ever there was a catalyst to start a classist/racial revolution, Katrina is its name. The devastation seems to be wholly impacting the lowest end of the impoverished, and it’s gotta be 99 percent African American. And now, the majority of them are heading into Houston, which is already struggling with recession and poverty and race issues. The friction is going to be huge…
There’s a lot of anger down there. A lot. Of Anger.
And anger spreads. Like water.
Over a levee.