Have got to get to bed and have so much I want to include in posts tomorrow, but wanted to comment on my comments section and the fact that I just heard from 2 cousins in Peru that I’ve never met before! Lots of other friends I haven’t heard from in a long time have found me via this blog, so for that I will be eternally grateful.
I haven’t read all of the Chris Rice article I linked to earlier, but found out from Tom G that Anne Rice wrote one for the New York Times too. Here is the link and a powerful excerpt:
But to my country I want to say this: During this crisis you failed us. You looked down on us; you dismissed our victims; you dismissed us. You want our Jazz Fest, you want our Mardi Gras, you want our cooking and our music. Then when you saw us in real trouble, when you saw a tiny minority preying on the weak among us, you called us “Sin City,” and turned your backs.
Well, we are a lot more than all that. And though we may seem the most exotic, the most atmospheric and, at times, the most downtrodden part of this land, we are still part of it. We are Americans. We are you.
Maureen Dowd has a great piece too here.
I’m so glad my parents are here with me but every hour brings another story, another memory of my city that is no longer there. I’m getting emails with updates as to where everyone is now, and also news that people have already decided to permanently move to other states. I’m more upset now than a few days ago because I’m at that stage where I have to move beyond “Where did people go?” and “I’m so glad to hear from them and that they’re safe,” to “We’ll never all be together again,” and “What on earth are we supposed to do now?”
I’ve got way more than I can handle on my plate now, but I hope that writing will get me back on track.
And to think that I have barely watched the news and seen the pictures. I almost feel like the whole country just needs to stop and let us all regroup. But let me start the healing process with a good night’s sleep.
More tomorrow.
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