Skeletons in my closet

The silent running dialogue that I often have with myself.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

From refugees to evacuees to refugees.

Please everyone, take note, the world as we know it has changed and we don’t realized the ramifications of the changes.

I often admired the sheer devastation of Mother Nature, a force that knows no equal. Cepting’ for maybe the devastation that man can bring upon himself. I can claim among my experiences that I lived in the life and times of Hurricane Katrina. I was a mere 60 miles away from a city that was inundated with floodwaters on a biblical proportion. I witnessed the mass exodus of New Orleaners escaping a mortal onslaught of wind, rain, and tidal surge.

Mother Nature is a force to be reckoned with. With wind and force of waves she was able to destroy a city of history, culture, and class. Mother Nature has no conscious, no worries, it does what it must to keep itself in balance. If a wall must fall then the wall must fall.

Seeing the impending doom was amazing. Watching the interstate fill to the brink of collapse, as Contra Flow evacuation measures failed to anticipate the uncounted population. How do you evacuate an area of over 1million people?
Short answer: “You Don’t, you just ask them to leave and hope they do, and can.”

However, even faced with devastation of all we hold dear, human kind has a strange ability to combine faith, and will power and fend of the natural forces to succeed again. To hold on to what ones most treasured and decide to make new.

The Human spirit is a prized and valuable thing. It only knows one foil. It is a natural foil too, a menacing presence, Sloth, Greed, and Duress. The landscape at large has suffered more by the hands of these enemies than any measure of Hurricane Force winds.

Take in point, New Orleans Refugees.
One who flees in search of refuge, as in times of war, political oppression, or religious persecution.

A person evacuated from a dangerous area.

And because I hate to define a word with a word,


To relinquish military possession or occupation of (a town, for example).
To withdraw or send away (troops or inhabitants) from a threatened area.
To withdraw or depart from; vacate.
v. intr.
To withdraw from or vacate a place or area, especially as a protective measure.

When the people of New Orleans first left their beloved city, the Media made a Freudian Slip. They referred to all the people stuck and attempting to leave New Orleans as evacuees. Of course everyone was in an uproar. The moniker didn’t fit and they strongly cautioned the public on the use of that word. Almost overnight the reports changed from refugees to evacuees.

That name stuck. For the last 5 months these evacuees have been eeking out an existence among the their fellow Americans. Shuffled between evacuation centers, hotel rooms and mobile homes, these Americans have been promised much and given nothing.
The problem is, to most people this aint news. The storm was news, the life of the people after the storm wasn’t. After the storm news was boring, depressing, and anticlimactic.

Did anyone stop to think about what will happen to these people…sorry did anyone think about what will happen to US?

Let me give you a little incite into this growing and developing situation. New Orleans was 80% Black. Blacks occupied every strata of the economic system, from the extremely wealthy to the poor and impoverished. Unfortunately Blacks inhabited over 90% of the areas that were severely damaged.

What does that mean in clear language?

Today over 80% of the severely damaged areas of New Orleans have not been rebuilt. Today a city that once thrived on a population around 450,000---600,000 (ya know black people are not a part of the census), is now struggling with a population of less than 150,000.

What does it mean? Why have they not gone back?

Simple answer…there is nowhere to go. New Orleans, especially East New Orleans, and the Lower 9th Ward were destroyed. These same areas are several feet below sea level. These same areas surrounded by Lake Ponchatrain ( A source OF Tidal Surge), the Mississippi River (A continuous flood threat save for levees), and various canals and estuaries. These same areas are were black people were living. Areas were black people have lived for several generations.
New Orleans has enjoyed one of the richest histories of free people of color. It also enjoys the status of being the most Africanized City in this nation. The street names, schools, and traditions, speak to a culture rich in African, Spanish, and French heritage.
Because several answers have been devised and several problems have been identified with each answer no one does anything. The Feds are waiting on the State and the Local government. The State and the Local Governments are crying uncle, suggesting that the problems is too big for them.

Mean while, no one can get permits to rebuild because no one knows if the areas are going to be protected by levees. Will the homes have any value once rebuilt? Will homes be insurable once rebuilt? Will defaulted loans be forgiven and allowed to be repaid so home owners can continue their lives as homeowners?

Insurance Companies have remained conspicuously quiet.

Realtors have bumped up prices on all land in South East Louisiana, expecting a windfall of profits, and remained conspicuously quiet.

Banks remain conspicuously quiet.

Closet Owners Take on this Shyte:
The straight truth is that the lack of action by the federal government is doing more harm than their lack of action during the Hurricane. We cant expect people to rebuild without certain assurances. The Feds wont give those assurances. They are still having fucking hearings on what went wrong. Shyte a Hurricane is what went wrong. Now its time to fix the fucking problem.

All the rich and powerful are waiting for the American public to forget about New Orleans. To forget that there are 4 separate areas in and Around Baton Rouge that are housing people displaced by the Hurricane, several thousand people. Insurance Companies are going to wait until they can suck this land up at 1/3 the value and then rebuild it with their kind in mind. Rich people. Notice I didn’t say white, because economics have out paced race in this country as the dividing line. Just so happened the middle class, and the wealthy are predominately white.

Now Shrub sat his stupid azz on National TV last night for damn near 2 hours and spoke about some 400,000 displaced people for 42 seconds. Bitch please, we rebuild a goddamn country full of American Haters so that Exxon can post record profits again off our backs, and yet he refuses to help our own people. We have been lead astray again by this MutherPhucker, and I for one am tired. IF it is determined that we need a Trillion dollars to rebuild every single inch of New Orleans, every blade of grass, every damn Mardi Gras bead, give it to us. I would much rather spend a zillion dollars on my state and New Orleans, than spend a phucking cent teaching Mohammad how to read, rebuilding his country, and insuring a constant supply of oil for Exxon to make money.

I am aware that statements of this nature will probably get my phone tapped or get me audited by the IRS but owe well. With this new Supreme Court he does have unlimited power, Well consider this Free Fucking Speech…look under the bill of rights…amendment 1!

So let me tie it all back together for you in one little paragraph. The people of my great State and the City of New Orleans were evacuees/refugees fleeing a war between the forces of Mother Nature (aka Hurricane Katrina). These same people were evacuated to other cities, states, and regions of this country after the dangers of this storm made their city and homes uninhabitable. Now with no homes, no plan to rebuild and a less than effective federal government, these same people are refugees, victims of economic persecution, victims of the United States of Corporate America, Victims of Greed, Sloth and Durees, victims because they are being ignored by the very country sworn to protect them.


  • At 11:20 AM, Blogger Dee said…

    Sad so sad!!!! My gurlfriend drove back for the first time a few weeks ago to see her mom who returned from Chicago to a TRAILER!!! Born and raised in New Orleans my gurl now lives in Atlanta.........she cried and cried some more more because she knows her birth city will never ever be the same..........

    good post!!! No great!!!

  • At 12:17 PM, Blogger P said…

    I am terribly concerned about the lower wards. Most importantly, I am concerned about the so called rebuilding efforts that are taking place in the Big Easy.

    My mother was born in Louisiana. Wasn't raised in Nawlings, but it hurts her all the same. I have seen numerous articles on how people have relocated (as if they had a choice), and they are making a new life in the city of (fill in the blank)

    It must be a horrible experience to have your life, your friends, your job, support system, entire culture, being ripped to shreds in a twinkling of an eye.

    I pray for all in Nawlings. Just as dee said, it will never be the same, and that's a hard pill to swallow, even for those that have never experienced the Big Easy.

    CO: I'm looking for a response to your email.

  • At 11:04 AM, Blogger Juicy said…

    I am very touched by this entry. I love you writing. It's real and it touches the soul. Thanks

  • At 9:18 PM, Blogger LivingSingle said…

    You couldn't have said it better.

  • At 6:37 AM, Blogger Soulace said…

    very well put.

  • At 12:30 PM, Blogger Cool AC said…

    You put that very well. You couldn't be more right that they are avoiding the rebuilding issue by talking about what went wrong. The bottom line is, what went wrong went wrong, and you can discuss that for years and years, but these people need answers now!


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