Hurricane Relief

I flip on the TV, I log on to the Internet, I walk down the street and everywhere there is talk about the relief effort for the people stranded by Hurricane Katrina. Everywhere. I lived and worked on the Mississippi Gulf coast for 3 months and it breaks my heart to see images of the destruction left in Katrina's wake. I want to feel bad. I'd like to help out. Show my support. Feel like I actually give a damn...but I don't.

9/11 was a similarly tragic day for this country. It happened. But we banded together. Supported each other. Became a unified voice. It was awe inspiring.

Everyone here seems to care and wants to help...everyone that is except the people who actually need it, especially in New Orleans. There is random violence happening everywhere. Pointless looting, not for food or water, but for TV's. Lawless streets where it's "every man for himself". Rival gangs fighting each other over turf which no longer exists. Women being raped. Children being abused. Corpses found that weren't killed by the flooding, but by a bullet. People being held at gunpoint in the Superdome. Gunshots being fired at rescue helicopters...

If they don't want to be rescued, I say let them rot.