devastation and disbelief

New Orleans. My birth home. My heritage. My Lord. I know that it is going to sound cliche, but I never thought that this would really happen. I just posted on my cousin's blog over at Politickal Animal that I have always blown off my mother's accounts of Hurricanes Betsy & Camille as being exaggerations seen through the eyes of a teenager. I know now that they were not.

The neighborhood that I spent most of my childhood in is now destroyed. My grandparent's home where I shared so many wonderful memories and experiences may be no more as well. Luckily all of my family was smart enough to leave and get to safety before the roads became impassible from gridlock.

This event has really disrupted my psyche. I don't even think that I was affected like this when 9/11 happened. I just stare slack jawed at the images that are coming out of New Orleans. There are parts of the city that may never be reclaimed from the swamp in my lifetime, parts of the city will never recover. Martial law has been declaired, the I-10 twin spans are down. Wow. I never though that this would really happen.

I plan on volunteering with the red cross or whoever in the coming weeks. I'll never forgive myself if I don't. More to come...

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