Stepping Through the Door

This diary is about the irresponsible statements made by Hillary Clinton on this 23rd Day of May, 2008.  I’m not going to link to the statements.  BooMan has done a sufficient job laying it out.  I simply want to comment on the seriousness of what she has said.


As a trial lawyer, one of the cardinal rules I have been taught about a jury presentation is that it is most effective to lead a jury right up to the point of making a decision.  But to pause on the door step.  To let them take the last stride themselves.  People want to make their own decisions.  It makes their positions more firm.  They become committed to the idea, because it is their own.  Given that Mrs. Hillary Clinton and I were both educated in American Law schools in the same quarter century, I am almost certain she has come across, and probably internalized this rule.

A second thing I am almost certain Mrs. Clinton and I share, based on our American legal education, is the necessity of preparation before making public remarks.  Even for someone whose style is relatively extemporaneous, like myself, some thought goes into the structure and content of the words you speak.  For interviews.  For press conferences.  For mere discussions where your motive is to influence people.


So in making her statements today regarding her own continuation in this campaign, there is little doubt in my mind that Mrs. Clinton weighed her words regarding the assassination of a Democratic hero carefully.  These statements — both the one made today and another reference she made recently — appear calculated to lead voters and media personnel up to a certain conclusion.  


Simply ask yourself why you would mention the assassination of Bobby Kennedy in discussing your own mathematically doomed campaign for the Democratic nomination.  You are leading the audience to come to a conclusion.  You do not step through the door to that conclusion.  They draw it on their own.  This man may well be shot — she urges the audience to conclude — and it is important that I remain to save our party.


Further, this was not an off-the-cuff remark.  It is part of a canned string of language she has rehearsed.  When the interviewer gives the opening to talk about extending the race, she spits out her canned answer.  An answer crafted, by her, and likely by a team that is despicable.  It is “the Bill was in until June and Obama is wearing a target” block which she has honed and is ready to spew.


Alone, the use of this language for her obvious narcissistic pursuit is beyond repugnant.


I raise one further point.  I do not believe it should go unsaid.  I believe to ignore it would be naive.  We have all heard the racist undertones of the campaign this woman has run.  It has been called dog whistling for the most part, I believe, to avoid calling it what it is.  She and her handlers have sought to drive a wedge between the people on the basis of the pigmentation of our skin.


Combine this tactic with the disturbing things that could be heard ushering from the mouths of some voters in West Virginia, and I believe you can see that Clinton is fanning the flames of a dangerous thing.  Take it a step further.  To talk of assassination — clearly referencing your opponent’s possible demise — in an atmosphere where you have fanned the flames of racism:  It is sin.  I am not a religious man.  But this is sin.  Sin that makes my skin crawl.


We all now know the type of vitriol that exists even at the extremities of the Democratic party.  And I believe most here share an understanding that these extremes exist in the American right at an even more dangerous level — by people who proudly carry weapons and believe that the word of God might be the best political guidance.  There are frightening people out there in the world.  Who do not share most bloggers views of discussing problems at a keyboard.  All I can say is heaven help this woman, should a lunatic decide that he or she might single-handedly prevent our nation from taking a most historic step forward.  She will be damned.

Friday Night at 8: Politics Du Jour

The scuttlebut is that the Obama supporters are trying to figure out how to capture the Clinton supporters into joining the Obama supporters.

Those who have supported Clinton have been characterized as (among many other things) a bunch of old ladies who are bitter because their accomplishments as feminists are being belittled, and in the heat of the moment there are claims they won’t vote for Obama if he is the nominee.

And of course there are Obama supporters who vow they would never vote for the racist Clinton who played the race card and race baited, etc., if somehow she manages to steal the nomination.

It’s really quite fascinating to watch the thought processes.  Seems to me that most of the folks blogging about this aren’t really interested in either race or gender but for the purposes of this carnival we call a Presidential campaign, they’re dusting off whatever they may have gleaned from our culture, from teevee shows and magazines and books and have become instant experts on both race and gender issues.  Really quite remarkable.

I wonder why those who wish Clinton supporters to switch over to Obama don’t talk more about how Obama should court them … talk about feminism with respect, give them a bone for heaven’s sake?

But I don’t read much about that suggestion anywhere.  Probably because it’s unrealistic.  But what do I care about being realistic?  I’m just writing an essay and pontificating.  I’m in the mood for that.

Me, I don’t have a dog in this hunt.  I voted for Obama in the primary because it seemed he was bringing in young voters and more voters into the system and I thought that was a good thing.

I’m of the minority opinion that the Democratic Party has fucked up so badly since 2006 that it is absurd to speak of who will be better for “the Party.”  It has to be entirely reformed, as far as I’m concerned, regardless of who gets the nomination.  There’s a lot of obsolete mechanisms in the party that are an embarrassment in the year 2008.

But I find it kind of amusing that when speaking of Obama and race or Clinton and feminism, there is so little real dialogue and so much off the cuff comments about single issues that infuriate those who care about those single issues more than if nothing had been said at all.

To me, that shows how backward our society is when it comes to understanding what many folks call “single issues” or “identity politics.”

I read Markos and Jerome’s book Crashing the Gate.  I thought it was a great book insofar as it pointed out the obsolete qualities of the Democratic party and its strategies.  Markos did have a chapter on single issues.  He thought it was stupid for single issue groups not to form coalitions and share resources.  He noted one instance where that happened and it strengthened both groups.

I was thinking about this the other day when the NOLA/Gulf Blogathon was going on over at Daily Kos.  One of the diarists wrote about how the Daily Kos community just doesn’t care about NOLA, and of course the usual snarky comments came out … but there was some interesting discussion as well.

I’m not pushing the Democratic Party, this isn’t about party.  This essay is about politics, tho.

Coalitions are unbelievably difficult to build and maintain.  You have people who may actually hate each other finding themselves having to work together.  That dislike and distrust won’t go away because there are some real ideological differences there, and only a very slim strand of commonality to cling to.

Imagine folks in the diversosphere getting together with the white feminist power structure to promote legislation they both feel passionate towards, some social justice issues they have in common, say abortion rights or discrimination on the job.  Now I have seen the vitriolic fights between these two groups in the blogosphere … and that vitriol isn’t going to go away.  So imagine that in the mix as well, lol.

Imagine environmentalists working with folks who are fanatic about restoring the constitution and habeas corpus and then both groups joining with supporters of the left who are working towards stopping the United States from its imperialist foreign policies.

Imagine these groups sharing resources and working to form coalitions while at the same time retaining the singular importance of their issues.

Well, I can barely imagine it, lol.

It may well be impossible.

I do think, however, that we have tools and technology now that would make that impossible notion more possible.  It’s not that we shouldn’t have single issues and respect those folks who dedicate themselves to single issues.  It’s the strategies that ought to change, not the issues or the emotions.

I think Obama will win the nomination.  And I think it would be wise if he really spoke about feminism and let those women who supported Hillary know they have a place at his table, too.  Make that little extra effort, as it were.

Just a political ramble for a Friday night.  It’s finally warm outside in the Big Apple, and the Fleet is in … Times Square is, shall we say, hopping.

“The Fall of Conservatism”

( – promoted by undercovercalico)

George Packer has an interesting analysis of the implosion of the GOP in this week’s New Yorker, which finally landed in my mailbox yesterday.  It’s rather long but well worth reading in full.  He begins in 1966, when Patrick Buchanan went to work for Nixon, and follows the rise of conservatism from that point to the present.  Some of this should sound very familiar, even to those of us who weren’t old enough to follow politics back then:

In order to seize the Presidency in 1968, Nixon had to live down his history of nasty politicking, and he ran that year as a uniter. But his Administration adopted an undercover strategy for building a Republican majority, working to create the impression that there were two Americas: the quiet, ordinary, patriotic, religious, law-abiding Many, and the noisy, élitist, amoral, disorderly, condescending Few.

http://www.newyorker.com/repor…

Taking full advantage of the boiling stew of passions created by the Vietnam War and other cultural changes that shocked the over-30 crowd, Nixon proceeded coldly, heartlessly, to exploit the divisions among the citizenry.  In 1971, Buchanan provided Nixon with a gameplan that

recommended that the White House “exacerbate the ideological division” between the Old and New Left by praising Democrats who supported any of Nixon’s policies; highlight “the elitism and quasi-anti-Americanism of the National Democratic Party”; nominate for the Supreme Court a Southern strict constructionist who would divide Democrats regionally; use abortion and parochial-school aid to deepen the split between Catholics and social liberals; elicit white working-class support with tax relief and denunciations of welfare. Finally, the memo recommended exploiting racial tensions among Democrats.

Sound familiar?  Even Rovian?  Packer argues, however, that

these are the spasms of nerve endings in an organism that’s brain-dead. Among Republicans, there is no energy, no fresh thinking, no ability to capture the concerns and feelings of millions of people. In the past two months, Democratic targets of polarization attacks have won three special congressional elections, in solidly Republican districts in Illinois, Louisiana, and Mississippi. Political tactics have a way of outliving their ability to respond to the felt needs and aspirations of the electorate….

Personally, I think Packer gives David Brooks way too much credit (every time I try to read Brooks, I quit in disgust because he’s always shilling for the administration.  So I’ve simply stopped reading him).  However, Packer makes some excellent points about the lack of interest in governing on the part of–especially–Reagan and chimpy.  He also points out that the American public is much more interested in policy and social programs than the ultrarich wingnut factions that have been ruining the nation.

And Reagan was a poor steward of the unglamorous but necessary operations of the state.

snip

Instead of just limiting government, the Gingrich revolutionaries set out to disable it. Although the legislative reins were in their hands, these Republicans could find no governmental projects to organize their energy around….

At the end of [1995], when the radical conservatives in the Gingrich Congress shut down the federal government, they learned that the American public was genuinely attached to the modern state. “An anti-government philosophy turned out to be politically unpopular and fundamentally un-American,” Brooks said.

This is particularly cogent:

The orthodoxy that accompanies this kind of insularity has had serious consequences: for years, neither National Review nor Commentary was able to admit that the Iraq war was being lost. Lowry, who received the editorship from Buckley before he turned thirty, told me that he particularly regretted a 2005 cover story he’d written with the headline “WE’RE WINNING.” He said, “Most of the right was in lockstep with Donald Rumsfeld. We didn’t want to admit we were losing and said anyone who said otherwise was a defeatist. One thing I’ve loved about conservatism is its keen sense of reality, and that was totally lost in 2006.” Last year, National Review ran a cover article on global warming, which Lowry, like Brooks, Frum, and other conservatives, listed among the major issues of our time, along with wage stagnation and the breakdown of the family. Although the article, by Jim Manzi, proposed market solutions, the response among some readers, Lowry said, was ” ‘How dare you?’ A bunch of people out there don’t want to hear it-they believe it’s a hoax. That’s the head-in-the-sand response.”

Don’t know about the rest of you: but to me, the GOP hasn’t been a party of “realists” since I first was old enough to vote.  Ideologues, yes, 100%–which is why Reagan stripped out the solar cells that Jimmy Carter installed in the White House (wish I’d remembered to bookmark that link!) and encouraged people to drive fast, and discouraged greater fuel economy.  Which is why the idiots are all driving SUVs today.  [Gah! don’t get me started!]  Packer does point out that the Great Society–which I would say began under FDR although Roosevelt may not have used that term–was pretty much D.O.A. by the time Carter got elected.

But this does not forgive the many sins–sins of commission and sins of omission–of which the GOP has been guilty these past 40 years.  Here in PA, where Gov. Rendell is actually a Dem, he might as well be GOP: he’s selling the PA turnpike.  Outsourcing.  A really bad idea.  Personal experience with outsourcing this stuff?  Well, two years ago we had a good snowstorm in the middle of February (whodathunkit?  geez–snow in Feb.!) and while all the county roads were clear, the city streets were a total mess for a solid week.  Because the  company charged with the clean-up “had other priorities” (I can only assume it’s an affiliate of KBR).

Anyhow, although Packer’s is a very long article, I don’t want to push the limits of fair-use by quoting much more.  He goes on to point out that while conservatives agree that chimpy’s reign has been a failure, they are split on why that is true: the purists say it’s because chimpy didn’t stick to small government (“drown it in the bathtub”) principles; and the realists think it’s because conservatism, like the dinosaurs, has been unable to adapt quickly to a changed environment.

Packer’s concluding pages are a bit of a downer, though: giving advice to Obama and suggesting that McCain might be the only type of Republican who could win over the poor, uneducated, downtrodden white working class.  I may disagree with his conclusions (and I do; it’s no accident that he’s talking about the sort of rural hicks who are no longer a majority in this country), but I just wanted to bring everybody’s attention to a well-researched and well-argued vision of where the GOP is today, how it got there, and–reading between the lines–how our side can exploit their weaknesses.

Please take some time to read the whole thing.  It’s up on The New Yorker website:

http://www.newyorker.com/repor…

and I’d be interested in any and all reactions.

This being a holiday weekend and all, let’s honor our veterans, living and dead, by considering how we can remake this country, and rebrand the GOP for the scum they are.

Friday Philosophy: Picking up the rhythm

Boom chucka chucka.  Boom chucka chucka. Boom chucka chucka.

The WeaveMothers rustled.

Rustled?  It’s as good a word as any to describe their collective motion.  A ripple of the fabric was often necessary since the units seemed predisposed to perform the same task over and over and over again.

Uncertainty happens.  At least it is supposed to happen.  One can’t be certain that it will.

_ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _

Take one part eternal truth…

    [We’ll leave aside the philosophical questions about whether or not their can be eternal truths about Truth and what the nature of those truths might be.]

Truth lies in the moment between the appearance of a thought and having words to express that thought.

Add one part political relevance (or not)…

Back to the 50s Movement.

They even snagged some crazy TV western dude to be the spokesperson for the movement.  Part of the Buy-centennial Sell-abration.   I guess Charlton Heston was busy.

So this crazy dude really weirded out the place trying to find his way back to the 50s.  Unfortunately he convinced a lot of other crazy dudes to help him.  After all, the 50s were the days of the military-industrial complex.  What could be better?

And now we have these other crazy dudes who want to go back to the good old days of that really crazy dude.  And they are joining the first crazy dudes.

And they are still trying to find the way to finish the loop.  I guess picking a military guy is supposed to remind us of Ike.  Substitute “terrorist” everywhere where the script used to read “communist” and we’re all set.  And we even have the name thing.  John McCarthy?   Joseph McCain?  Something like that.  We will persecute the people to the full extent of the our Father who art in Heaven.

Just revise the script of I Led Three Lives.

Add some tangents:

Loops in SpaceTime are dangerous.

The thing is that many of us have developed lives since the 50s, lives which could not have been lived back then.  We will not be dragged back there.  We will resist.

Resistance is never futile.

_ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _

The WeaveMother was amused…as much as WeaveMothers can be amused.

The long view revealed much more.  A searching for connection perhaps.  And some degree of sadness that the connection is always limited.  The units did seem to be stubborn about maintaining their distance from one another.

_ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _

Perhaps there is backstory over here.  Some conversations last until there are few watchers.

And there is more backstory over there ().  Some words I have not the skill to weave.

_ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _

The unit vibrated some threads in an attempt to set up a standing wave in its neighbors.  Reach out, little spot.

It was rare to find units that looked back.  The WeaveMother shivered its best laugh.

_ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _

Shake well.  Or fail to do so.  Oil and water and all.  What do you call the third thing when three things fail to mix?  Maybe some art needs making.  Maybe another little impression of what the glimpse of the Tapestry revealed.

And maybe some words can be jumbled, tumbled, and dried, aligned to approximate as much Truth as can they allow.


A Thread

Tintinnabulation

Can you hear

the beating of the universe?

Have you experienced

the pulse, pulse, pulse of the world?

When was the last time

you put your ear to the planet?

Listen closely now

The hour is getting late

Can you hear

your thoughts

before they become words?

The bell of Truth rings

too thin a tinkle

to be called a peal

Can you hear

how it extols us

to move forward

not back

Can you hear

the vibrating strands

of the Tapestry?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–May 23, 2008

_ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _ # ^ &  _

The WeaveMother hummed along.  Humming was one of the things WeaverMothers did best.

The Iraq Billions Easter Egg Hunt

I just received the latest MoJo {Mother Jones} newsletter. Always interesting commentary can certainly be found at MoJo.


The subject title, above, was used as their leadin to the commentary linked below.


The following was their question in the newsletter:

Has anyone seen $15 billion in reconstruction funds? If so, the Pentagon’s Inspector General is looking for them.


And it refers to this: Billions of Dollars Unaccounted For in Iraq, Pentagon IG Reports


They start the commentary out with the following:

Want to see a signature worth $320 million? Click here (PDF). It belongs to Jack Gardner, an official with the now-defunct Coalition Provisional Authority, who in July 2003 authorized that amount to be transferred to the Iraqi Ministry of Finance for the payment of Iraqi salaries. There are no other records of the transfer, just Mr. Gardner’s John Hancock. Now that’s power.


I added the {PDF} just so’s you wouldn’t think that by clicking the link all you see is someones John Hancock, it’s more than that.


There’s abit more with some backlinks of interest.


And it closes with this:

To date, Pentagon auditors have referred 28 cases to criminal investigators.

 

Four at Four

  1. Iraq Spending Ignored Rules, Pentagon Says
    By James Glanz, The New York Times

    Where did the pallets of cash bound for Iraq really go?

    A Pentagon audit of $8.2 billion in American taxpayer money spent by the United States Army on contractors in Iraq has found that almost none of the payments followed federal rules and that in some cases, contracts worth millions of dollars were paid for despite little or no record of what, if anything, was received.

    The audit also found a sometimes stunning lack of accountability in the way the United States military spent some $1.8 billion in seized or frozen Iraqi assets, which in the early phases of the conflict were often doled out in stacks or pallets of cash. The audit was released Thursday in tandem with a Congressional hearing on the payments.

    In one case, according to documents displayed by Pentagon auditors at the hearing before the House Committee on Oversight and Government Reform, a cash payment of $320.8 million in Iraqi money was authorized on the basis of a single signature and the words “Iraqi Salary Payment” on an invoice. In another, $11.1 million of taxpayer money was paid to IAP, an American contractor, on the basis of a voucher with no indication of what was delivered…

    The mysterious payments, whose amounts had not been publicly disclosed, included $68.2 million to the United Kingdom, $45.3 million to Poland and $21.3 million to South Korea. Despite repeated requests, Pentagon auditors said they were unable to determine why the payments were made.

    We was robbed!

  2. The Washington Post adds there has been a Surge in U.S. airstrikes in Iraq. In Iraq, two black funeral banners hang outside of a ruined home. The banners read: “They were killed because of the cowardly American bombings”.

    “Since late March, the military has fired more than 200 Hellfire missiles in the capital, compared with just six missiles fired in the previous three months. The military says the tactic has saved the lives of ground troops and prevented attacks, but the strikes have also killed and wounded civilians, provoking criticism from Iraqis.” Criticism?!?! The Iraqis want us to stop killing them? That isn’t criticism. That’s a plea for us to get out. Many Iraqis think the U.S. is making indiscriminate attacks on their family, friends, and homes.

    Those civilians include people like Zahara Fadhil, a 10-year-old girl with a tiny frame and long brown hair. Relatives said she was wounded by a missile on April 20 at approximately 8 p.m. in Baghdad’s Shiite enclave of Sadr City. The U.S. military said it fired a Hellfire missile in Zahara’s neighborhood at that time, targeting men who were seen loading rockets into a sedan.

    Her face drained of color and her legs scarred by shrapnel, Zahara spoke haltingly when asked what she thought of U.S. troops.

    “They kill people,” she said. Lying in bed, she gasped for air before continuing. “They should leave Iraq now.

    Compare and contrast:

    [Capt. Ben] Katzenberger, of Kansas City, Mo., fired his first missiles last month. Arriving in Iraq last winter on his first deployment was nerve-wracking, he said.

    “You’ve been building up for this for three years and now you’re going to get to do what you were trained to do,” he said. “You get this bit of excited rush feeling, like right before you get out of the locker room before a game. We got in the helicopter and started flying up and you start looking down and you’re like — wow. I’m in Iraq now. This isn’t back in Texas where we were just training. People down there are going to try to shoot me. This is for real. Game on.” …

    Katzenberger said pilots adhere to strict rules of engagement. They occasionally get reports of what happened on the ground after they fire the missiles. After that, “we never hear about it again,” he said. “It leaves you a little sense of wondering. You kind of get that detached feeling.

    He’s not alone. Thanks to a near total governmetn and media blackout of the news, people back in America have a detached feeling from the battles going on in Iraq too. We have little idea what we’re asking our troops to do on a daily basis in Iraq (and Afghanistan).

  3. Meanwhile, the Los Angeles Times reports House aims at Pentagon ‘propaganda’ on Iraq war.

    The House of Representatives moved Thursday to crack down on a Pentagon program that Democrats say planted false and overly optimistic news stories about the Iraq war, using military analysts who appeared regularly on television.

    Acting on a 2009 defense policy bill, lawmakers forbade the Defense Department from engaging in “a concerted effort to propagandize” the American people over the war.

    The amendment by Rep. Paul W. Hodes (D-N.H.), which passed by voice vote, also would force an investigation by the General Accounting Office of efforts to plant positive news stories about the war. The overall bill passed 384-23.

Four at Four continues with the Bush administration uniting Russia and China in opposition to the U.S. Plus bonus stories salmon and the increasing acidity levels along the Pacific coast.

  1. The Associated Press reports China, Russia criticize US missile defense plan.

    China and Russia jointly condemned a U.S. plan for a global missile defense system on Friday at the start of a highly symbolic visit by new Russian President Dmitry Medvedev.

    More specific than previous joint criticisms, the statement from Medvedev and Chinese President Hu Jintao objected to the installation of missile defense components in “some regions,” an apparent reference to former Soviet bloc countries where the U.S. plans to deploy components of the system.

    “The creation of global missile defense systems and their deployment in some regions of the world … does not help to maintain strategic balance and stability and hampers international efforts in arms control and nuclear nonproliferation,” Hu and Medvedev said.

  2. The Los Angeles Times reports the U.S. and Canada reach salmon agreement.

    The U.S. and Canada have reached a new 10-year agreement aimed at preventing overfishing of salmon off the western coast of Canada and southeast Alaska.

    The plan announced Thursday by the Pacific Salmon Commission could most affect chinook salmon, which migrate from Washington to the waters of British Columbia and Alaska, where they are often caught by sport and commercial fisheries.

    Under the proposed change to the existing Pacific Salmon Treaty, the U.S. would give Canada $30 million for its effort to reduce commercial salmon fishing; Alaska would receive about $7 million. Washington would receive about $7 million to improve chinook habitat.

    Alaska will reduce its catch of wild salmon 15% over the next 10 years; Canada will make a 30% reduction.

    In addition to management of chinook, the plan addresses coho, chum, and pink and sockeye salmon. Officials believe it could allow about 1 million more chinook to return to hatcheries or spawning areas in Puget Sound.

    The Oregonian notes “The agreement comes just a month after federal authorities virtually shut down the ocean salmon fishery off California and Oregon, after the sudden collapse of the Sacramento River chinook run. Most of the chinook caught in the ocean off Oregon come from the Sacramento. The federal disaster declaration opened the way for Congress to appropriate economic disaster assistance for coastal communities in Oregon, California and Washington.”

  3. The Oregonian reports Acidity levels on West Coast rising faster than scientists had estimated.

    Scientists have known for a while that greenhouse gases associated with global warming steadily make ocean water more acidic, a threat to coral, shellfish and smaller shell-forming creatures that serve as food for young salmon and other fish.

    On Thursday, a team of researchers from the Northwest and elsewhere delivered worse news: The acidity is much higher than expected in the ocean just off the West Coast, hitting the relatively shallow waters of the fruitful continental shelf during spring and summer.

    Result: Modern life, dependent on burning fossil fuel, is throwing the ocean a serious challenge with unknown long-term consequences.

    The findings are “truly astonishing,” said Richard Feely, an oceanographer with the federal Pacific Marine Environmental Laboratory in Seattle and one of the authors of the study, published online in the journal Science. Ocean life and coastal economies could be “vulnerable much sooner than anyone suggested,” Feely said, and more acidic water “may be seriously impacting marine life on our coast right now, today.”

    The scientists found acidity levels they weren’t expecting to find until 2050.

Through the Darkest of Nights: Testament XVII

Every few days over the next several months I will be posting installments of a novel about life, death, war and politics in America since 9/11.  Through the Darkest of Nights is a story of hope, reflection, determination, and redemption.  It is a testament to the progressive values we all believe in, have always defended, and always will defend no matter how long this darkness lasts.  But most of all, it is a search for identity and meaning in an empty world.

Naked and alone we came into exile.  In her dark womb, we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth. Which of us has known his brother?  Which of us has looked into his father’s heart?  Which of us has not remained prison-pent?  Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?      ~Thomas Wolfe

All installments are available for reading here on Docudharma’s Series page, and also here on Docudharma’s Fiction Page, where refuge from politicians, blogging overload, and one BushCo outrage after another can always be found.

     

Through the Darkest of Nights

The City of Angels

    I glance in the rearview mirror, savoring the sight of the Kansas City skyline receding in the distance behind us. We’re westward bound again, at last, on the road and glad to be traveling once more after weeks of distress and soul-searching in that damn hotel room, in that isolation cell of nightmares and painful silence on Roanoke Street.  

    Shannon is smiling as the first sunrise of October lights the eastern horizon behind us.  It’s a weary smile, a relieved smile that tells me all I’ll probably ever know about the psychic torment she’s been through.  She reached over and squeezed my hand.  “Thank you, Jericho.”

     “I’m not sure what there is to thank me for . . . I don’t remember being much help, but you’re welcome.”  

    “You were with me.   I wasn’t alone.  That helped more than you’ll ever know.”

    “Just being there doesn’t seem like much.”

    “Well it was, and I’m grateful.  I know I can trust you, I know I can count on you.  I draw strength from that.”

    “We’ll make it through this.”

    “I hope so . . . ”

    “You hope so . . . are the odds that stacked against us?”

    “Travis and his friends play for keeps, Jericho.”

    “Then we’ll play for keeps too.”

    “We’ll have to, we have no choice.  I understand that now.”

    “I’d like to understand what the Gateway is, can you tell me about it yet?”

    “If you want me to.”

    “Believe it or not, I want you to.  What is it?  Where is it?”

    “It’s a dark passageway, but it’s an empowering passageway.  It awaits us in the City of Angels.”  

    “The City of Angels . . .”  I looked at Shannon.  “I hope you mean it’s in L. A.  I don’t think I’m quite ready to meet any angels yet.  If there are any.”

    “Yes, it’s in L.A.”  

    “So that’s where it is.  Who else knows it’s there?”

    “Everyone should know, it’s been there more than thirty years.”  

    “The Gateway’s been there that long?  It’s been there all this time and no one knows about it, no one’s gone through it?”

    “A few people have, but most don’t want to go through it.  They don’t want to remember what happened there, they don’t want to even think about that Gateway, they’re afraid to.”  

    “Why?”

    Shannon glanced at my pendant.  “You’ll find out.”

    “What happened there?”

    “You’ll–”

    “I’ll find out.  OK . . . so . . . why are we driving?  Why didn’t we just fly to L.A.?”

    “Flying would have been a problem, I’m on Commissar Chertoff’s no fly list.”  Shannon poured me some coffee, set it in the cup holder on the dashboard, and handed me a cinnamon roll.   “But we’d be driving even if I wasn’t a dangerous terrorist.”

    “Because . . .”

    “Because seeing America like we are instead of flying over it expands our awareness of what’s at stake, Jericho. Seeing Americans, looking them in the eye instead of flying over them at 30,000 feet reminds us that humanity isn’t just a word in a dictionary, it’s us. It’s you and me and all the people we’ve seen, living their lives, hoping for happiness and enduring their sadness, just like we are.   We need to see Americans face to face, we need to see their homes and towns and farms, their parks, their schools and the playgrounds of their children,  it makes this personal, it reminds us why every mile of this journey is worth it.”

    “I should’ve realized that . . .”

    “I hope you realize we might not make it all the way to the end, Jericho.  I have to tell you that.  Sarah knew the odds, I know the odds, they’re long and they’re getting longer.  But these people matter.  Every one of them matters.  What happens to them matters.  They’re not just percentages in a political poll, they’re not just statistics in a network ratings report, they’re fathers and mothers, they’re sons and daughters, they’re human beings. They’re flawed, they’re so easily manipulated, so easily exploited by the corporate and political masters of this country, but most of them are kind hearted people, hard working people, they’re sincere in their beliefs, they’re doing the best they can.”

    “I wish they’d do the best they can to wake the hell up.”

    “They’re afraid to wake up, Jericho.  Deep down inside, they’re scared.  They think everyone else is getting along despite the challenges and setbacks they encounter, so they keep trying to get along too.  They keep telling themselves things will get better, that America’s doing OK, just like everyone else keeps saying.  But the pretense is wearing thin, it’s wearing very thin, and in their heart of hearts, they all know things aren’t getting better.  For anyone.  America isn’t doing OK, this whole country is bound for Hell with the hammer down, and most of the world would say good riddance if the flames of ignorance and greed consume us.”  

    “I can’t say I’d blame them . . .”  

    “We need to get to the Gateway, Jericho.  No more stops, no more hotels, let’s drive straight through the rest of the way.”

    “That’s fine with me.  I’ve had my fill of hotels for awhile.”

    “So have I.”

    “So what’s going to happen at this Gateway?”

    “We’ll bear witness to tragedy.  Bearing witness to it will open the Gateway within you.”

    “We’re going to bear witness to tragedy?  I don’t understand . . .”

    “When you bear witness to it, when you experience it, you’ll understand.  Understanding will bring empowerment, empowerment will forge harmony with the True World, and your awareness of what has to be done will intensify. Then you’ll bear witness to others, you’ll speak of what you saw and what you felt, and others will be empowered just as you were.”  

    “So  . . . sharing what we experience at that Gateway, conveying it effectively to others so they’ll experience it as intensely as we did, so they’ll be as changed as we were by the experience, so America and the world will be changed, that’s what we have to do?”

    “It’s one of our tasks.  One of many.  They’re all connected, they’re all in harmony, they’re all necessary if the True World is ever to emerge.”

    “Well, that all sounds easy enough.  In an impossible sort of way.”

    “Believe, Jericho.  It’s all we have right now, but it’s all we need.”

    And so, on this October morning, as we head west through the rolling hills of Missouri, riding this ribbon of highway that spans the Great Plains, as we drive towards the high country of Colorado, bound for the City of Angels and the Gateway, I’m going to believe we can do this, I’m going to believe the True World awaits us at the end of this journey, I’m going to believe in the power of believing.

   

9/11 and 8/29–What’s Different?

This diary is intended as something of a rant. Because this saddens me and makes my blood boil every time I think about it.

But before I vent, here’s a caveat: as I said in yesterday’s diary, 9/11 tore me apart. So this is by no means intended as a put-down of the trauma 9/11 survivors went through or a complaint about the well-deserved sympathy and support they’ve gotten.

Rather, what pisses me off is is the fact that survivors of 8/29–whether of Katrina, the federal flood, or of Rita–have not been receiving the equal aid, synpathy, or other treatment to that received by 9/11 survivors, that they deserve. What blueintheface brings up–the fact that Daily Kos hasn’t been paying enough attention to New Orleans and Katrina, is the tip of a very big iceberg involving the MSM and many politicians that has been keeping storm and flood survivors from getting the attention they have a right to receive.

In fact, I’m going to argue that Katrina, Rita, and federal flood survivors, and the city of New Orleans and the state of Louisiana, should be getting more federal aid than 9/11 survivors, and the city and state of New York, because 9/11 survivors, unlike 8/29 survivors, have warm, safe, comfy homes because all that was destroyed in New York during 9/11 were the Twin Towers. Far more, over a wider area, was destroyed during 8/29 than was destroyed during 9/11. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

9/11 and 8/29 are the most tragic things that have occured in this country so far in this century. After both, there were massive outpourings of support, aid, and sympathy from all around the country and most of the rest of the world.

But there the similarity ends. After 8/29 FEMA by means of all sorts of bureaucratic roadblocks did what it could to slow the arrival of relief and rescue worked and aid in drowned New Orleans and the Mississippi and Louisiana communities obliterated to the slabs by Katrina. And supplies and rescuers from overseas were turned away or squandered by the Bush Administration. This in an odd parallel to the way Burma’s government has been keeping foreign relief workers out, which Bush himself, seemingly having forgotten what his own administration did during Katrina and the flood, has been protesting.

9/11 had its well-publicized heroes–the firefighters and police who received national adulation. But the heroes of Katrina and the flood–Coast Guard members who rescued New Orleanians from rooftops and sweltering attics, and homegrown groups such as the Cajun Navy and the NOLA homeboys who were mentioned in Douglas Brinkley’s fine book “The Deluge”–are mainly unsung. Although there has been the rare exception such as Sunday’s Extreme Makeover Home Edition finale which took place in New Orleans and featured a banquet for heroes of the flood and the recovery, why don’t we hear so often about the heroes of 8/29 as as we do about the heroes of 9/11?

Then there was how the media handled the tragedies–I mean, regarding advertising. While both at first received wall-to-wall coverage on cable, these networks during 9/11 had the sensitivity and respect for the fallen, not to mention the tragedy itself, not to air commercials. Which is as it should have been–it would have been jarring and in poor taste to have the network cut away from scenes of the planes hitting and the towers falling to a cheery cereal or cat food commercial.

Why, then, didn’t these networks show the same taste, respect, and sensitivity during Katrina and flood coverage? Interspersed with scenes of people wading through filthy water to the high ground of the overpasses, and of devastated Mississippi, were all sorts of commercials–which were not only annoying but also inappropriate in light of the tragedy, to say the least.

But the following two things really make my blood boil–the first is that apparently there’s no such thing as 9/11 fatigue, and close to seven years later it still doesn’t look like 9/11 will soon be forgotten. But many including the MSM, politicians, and most of the DKos community either have forgotten the tragedies of 8/29 or suffer from “Katrina fatigue.” As will be noted at length later, even the DCCC seems to have forgotten the reality people in New Orleans and the surrounding parishes must deal with, as it refused to fund Gilda Reed.

The worst is the disparity between how 9/11 victims and survivors and the state and city of New York have been treated by BushCo and the way 8/29 victims and survivors, New Orleans, and Louisiana have been treated. In what I like to call an “Emperor has no clothes” moment because it exposes an uncomfortable truth, Sen. Mary Landrieu last year made the controversial observation that

“I often think we would have been better off if the terrorists had blown up our levees…Maybe we’d have gotten more attention.”

As previously noted, massive outpourings of aid and other support took place after 9/11 and 8/29. In the case of 9/11 victims, survivors, and heroes, not only has the sympathy continued to this day, they have gotten a great deal of respect from their fellow Americans. And on top of this families of people who died on 9/11 received $1.4 million apiece in compensation for their loss.

What’s unfair about this is 9/11 survivors may have lost loved ones, but they still have comfortable homes to return to–unlike Katrina and flood survivors who besides losing loved ones lost their homes, and often their physical and mental health, and not only have never received $1.4 million apiece in compensation–money that would go a long way towards rebuilding their homes and lives–but, the way things look, will never be so lucky.

This is because a BushCo busily engaged in spinning New Orleans’ levee failures as being the fault of New Orleans and Louisiana has thus abdicated its responsibility in this matter so it obviously won’t do what it has a moral obligation to do. And loathesome Sen. Joseph Lieberman has supported BushCo by refusing to empanel an 8/29 Commission which would carry out an 8/29 investigation. As a result, not only will those who lost loved ones on 8/29 never receive the compensation to which they’re entitled, attention to 8/29 and its lingering aftereffects will continue to be next to non-existent. Lieberman should be called to accounting because on his shoulders rests the blame for the fact that those who lost family members on 8/29 will not be justly compensated.

Regarding the survivors of 8/29, while they’re still receiving sympathy from some quarters and groups of volunteers are still going to the Gulf Region to help build houses, it seems that on the part of many other Americans, if they haven’t completely forgotten 8/29, this sympathy has evaporated. And it evaporated quickly after “Katrina fatigue” set in among them.

I saw this on such MSNBC blogs as “First Read,” Daily Nightly, and Rising from Ruin, a Mississippi blog, where New Orleanians were often stereotyped by commenters venting their Katrina fatigue as lazy ingrates who sat around waiting for hand-outs and whining for help instead of picking themselves up by their bootstraps and racist comments about “Welfare babies” and worse were made. (But how do you pick yourself up by your bootstraps when your boots were washed away in the flood?) And it made me very sad to see Louisiana derided as a state full of lazy people and not treated as though she were a part of the United States.

But to be fair, in response to people’s cruel comments there were also made thoughtful, sympathetic comments such as the following:

Something has been bugging me–not only here but under other entries…I adore Mississippi. I admire the way Mississippians, after having endured America’s worst natural disaster and against immense odds have been valiantly struggling together to rebuild their communities and pick up the pieces of their lives. It’s also good how Mississippi’s leaders from Gov. Barbour on down to Mayor Longo and other local officials have their act together.

God forbid that central Illinois should see a disaster–like a huge quake on the New Madrid Fault–that would be of Katrina’s magnitude–but were something like that to happen here, I would hope that the people of this area would come together and Illinois’ leaders act with the same sort of bravery and can-do pioneer spirit exhibited by Mississippi’s.

However, my heart goes out to everyone in Waveland, Bay St. Louis, Long Beach, and the rest of Mississippi’s Gulf Coast. Even the best teamwork and the ablest leaders don’t take away the fact that you have loads of hard work remaining and many hardships that continue. Mississippi is still in a lot of pain, and I’m sure many are under psychic strain, having had your traumas and losses. There is only so much you can do by yourselves, and it will be years before everything is O.K. in Mississippi.

That being said, I also love Louisiana very much. And it saddens me to see people picking on her and beating up on her while she’s down. Why do people often call her people (especially New Orleanians) “lazy,” “whiners,” “negative,” or say they’re “sitting around waiting for hand-outs?” I find such comments and other insults insensitive, callous, and meanspirited.

Wholistically speaking, Mississippi suffered the worst NATURAL disaster and PHYSICAL wounding from Katrina. Louisiana endured the “shock and awe” of a massive MANMADE disaster that not only seriously hurt her physically, but caused grave PSYCHOLOGICAL wounds as well. The wiping out of 80% of her largest and most historic and identity-defining city, with the dispersal of more than half of her residents to other parts of Louisiana and all around the nation snapped Louisiana’s life in half. She will never be the same state again. And less than a month later, Rita obliterated villages on her southwest coast the same way Katrina did in Mississippi.

Thinking about this can bring tears to my eyes–but something truly heartbreaking is currently darkening Louisiana’s life and sapping her of the strength–the healthy human resources–she needs to recover from last year’s storms and to cope with any new challenges during this hurricane season. As if the still-unhealed physical wounds from the storms and New Orleans’ flooding weren’t enough, Louisiana is in a world of hurt from intensely painful emotional wounds as well. If it were possible for a state to cry from pain, Louisiana would.

Her people are just wearing down, afflicted with what officials are calling “Katrina brain”–general fatigue brought on by disruption of their lives–involving difficulty concentrating, mood swings, and mild depression. Also, approximately 500,000 of her people have since the storms been suffering from severe psychological damage–beset by sleeplessness, nightmares, chronic stress, and substance abuse.

Stress has been causing normally stable, law-abiding people to become unhinged, and according to a report in yesterday’s Times-Picayune, “post-Katrina issues of displacement, anxiety, stress…” could partly be to blame for 8 weekend shootings in New Orleans and Jefferson Parish in which 4 were killed. And yet another symptom of the emotional turmoil wracking Louisiana–wife abuse has also increased in New Orleans, where shelter space and affordable housing are hard to find.

Most poignant of all, a fragile, exhausted Louisiana has been tortured by an excruciating epidemic of anxiety, depression, and suicides. This is not confined to the New Orleans area–it is statewide. When evacuees fled New Orleans for Baton Rouge, Shreveport, etc., they took their “baggage”–traumas and losses–with them. In fact, Baton Rouge, now Louisiana’s most populous city overwhelmed by an influx of evacuees, is a “hot spot” for this epidemic. Saddest of all–Louisiana has insufficient resources to ease the anguish of the afflicted.

There may be a small ray of hope in the federal grant of $35 million to Louisiana Spirit, a crisis counseling program. While such counseling can keep smaller problems from becoming major ones, it’s a bit of a “Band-Aid” measure because the funds cannot be used for medications or other intensive treatment, so anyone already seriously ill won’t get the help they desperately need. So for Louisiana it’s like being a cancer patient who’s given only aspirin–which relieves her pain without treating its underlying source which is killing her.

The anguish of Louisiana’s afflicted is getting worse now that hurricane season is at its peak. While the prospect of a new storm’s hitting Mississippi this year or anytime soon has me very worried because it’s the last thing you need with all the devastation you still have and all you need to do, Mississippi is a strong, otherwise-healthy state, and I’m confident that were worst to come to worst, you would deal with a new storm with the same fortitude with which you handled Katrina. However, I cringe at the thought of that happening to Louisiana. She fell apart when New Orleans’ levees failed–a new disaster could push her over the edge.

So, please go easy on Louisiana and her people. After Katrina and Rita, she needs to be gently and compassionately nursed back to health. She does not need her people put down as “whiny,” “lazy,” etc. She–like Mississippi–needs the support and sympathy of other caring Americans to help her recover and become whole again.

That post first appeared on “Rising from Ruin” in 2006 but I reprinted it in near-entirety because the situation it describes still prevails for the most part–if it has not gotten worse due to BushCo’s neglect of New Orleans and Louisiana and the fact that politicians and the MSM for the most part have not been paying attention to storm and flood recovery.

Even the DCCC has sleazily betrayed Louisiana and her people–look at how they refused to fund the candidacy of Gilda Reed in LA-01 and thus managed to sell out that long-suffering district to a well-financed Republican slimeball with a well-oiled campaign machine and deprived the people of a representative who would actually work in their and Louisiana’s best interests instead of doing BushCo’s and the GOP’s dirty work.

I’d been wondering if Gilda would run again, but was very sad to read,

After the way my own party treated me, what legitimate Democrat is going to be willing to run in November as a sacrificial lamb?  I have been asked by dedicated local Democrats to carry on the fight.  It is going to take years, though, to come out from under the debt incurred by running once.  Twice is out of the question no matter how progressive and determined I am to invoke change.  Hurry up, campaign finance reform!

She adds,

Hurricane recovery and coastal restoration are still top issues.  People in all 6 parishes are gasping for air, including the areas which had no flood waters.  The victor Scalise claims hurricane recovery is tops but has done little in the state legislature in the almost 3 years since Katrina to address this.  And just what will he be able to do as a freshman, minority-party rep known for his extreme partisan attacks on the very people he must now work with?  We in LA-01 are again without appreciable representation.

I strongly doubt that the DCCC would have treated a Democratic candidate in a New York City district after 9/11 or even as late as this year as shabbily as they did Gilda. But I guess that to those corrupt scumbags, Louisiana is a small, poor state with few potential contributors to the DCCC, and consequently doesn’t matter.

As Kossacks we need to make our voices heard and loudly demand for New Orleans, Louisiana, and the rest of the Gulf Region and their storm and flood survivors the same sort of attention, respect, and above all compensation that New Yorkers and others who survived 9/11 have gotten. And that 8/29 never be forgotten.

I Surrender!

I am moving tomorrow, back to los Estados Unidos. In my usual overly optimistic fashion, I thought I could do everything I need to do to get ready and to travel and still do some blogging.

I wuz wrong!

Not only do I still have a ton of stuff to do (where did all this stuff come from t the last minute??? THAT has never happened before!!!) but my concentration is totally shot!

So…I surrender!

I’m sure I will be checking in, but for the most part…I’ll see you guys in a couple of days.

Btw…if you have been thinking of making a little doation to teh blog…this would be a great time! Thanks everyone and have a good trip!

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An improv on New Orleans

(3 pm – promoted by ek hornbeck)

A rambling riff on the oddness of New Orleans as part of this cycle’s NOLA/Gulf Blogathon, organized by Louisiana 1976 over at dkos…

New Orleans was a city doomed to its oddball status from the start.  Just look at its original name: la Nouvelle-Orléans.  Even the grammar’s wrong, since ‘correct’ French would yield a masculine name rather than a feminine one.  But apparently none of the founders even considered le Nouvel-Orléans – their earliest plans, before the first doomed-to-sinkage foundation had been laid, give us the odd feminine name, ensuring us a history of grammatical confusion.

Its difference is encoded in some other languages, too.  In Russian, places like New York, New Hampshire, New Jersey, and New Brunswick are all given the ugly “nyoo” as a way of approximating the English word “New”.  New Orleans gets the actual Russian word for “new”, the beautiful “novyi”.  Nyoo York or Nyoo Dzherzy, but Novyi Orlean.  They get the difference.    

The city was a disaster from the start.  Describing the city under Spanish rule in 1795, Christina Vella writes,

And here, by all accounts, were streets so incredibly foul that sometimes even carriages could not get through them.  They were choked with garbage, filthy as sewers, and always wet.  Dogs, pigs, and cows roamed about; their dung was never taken away.  Privies overflowed, even those of the Ursuline nuns, whose waste, according to the cabildo [the seat of government], “empties directly into the public street.”  The road itself served as a toilet when no other was convenient.

In other words, not especially different than a really busy Mardi Gras season, although with less traffic.  Plus ça change and all that.

It’s a city easy to romanticize for its colorful history of pirates and prostitutes, the facts often stranger than the fictions.  Every street corner has a story, and if a local doesn’t know it, he’ll gladly invent one on the spot.  This was the absinthe capital of the world, where O. Henry got his nickname and Faulkner struggled with his first novel, and a red-light district was giving birth to a new type of music that would shake the world.

It’s also easy enough to get lost in that romance and forget that it cost the lives of thousands of slaves who passed through the city on their way to a lifetime of cruel servitude.  Here’s what local novelist Baron von Reizenstein had to say in 1865:

New Orleans is the spring from which so many thousands have drawn their wealth, but it is also a bitter cup of suffering, misery, and despair.  New Orleans is now the prima donna of the South, the whore insatiable in her embraces, letting go of her victims only after the last drop of blood has been drained and their innermost marrow of life sucked draw…  It is a vast grave for poor immigrants and the homeless, who can never extract themselves in time from the arms of this prostitute.  Here the chains of a maligned race rattle day and night with no advocate for their human rights.

Again, plus ça change.  The city has never effectively dealt with its racial issues, and it’s no easy task to shoulder the weight of nearly 300 years of inequality.  Whatever Katrina may have shown the rest of the world, its effect in New Orleans was undeniable: grumbling unease became buried racism, buried racism became overt racism, and nowadays all bets are off.  

For some people.  For others, catastrophe meant coming together and gaining strength from our shared past.  This is a city that held a celebratory funeral for itself, including dancing in the streets to the accompaniment of a brass band – and if you can wrap your head around those contradictions, you’re a little closer to understanding why some of us fight so hard not to let it slip away.

As always, the beauty is in the details.  

When the city shut down after the storm and citizens were forceably evacuated, do you know what the sole downtown establishment allowed to remain open was?  A strip club.  To entertain the relief workers.  Chris Rose wrote in confusion, “Exactly how a posse of exotic dancers were smuggled into town during the most severe lockdown of the city since the hurricane crises began, well, I don’t know.”

When people had to gut their homes and throw their lives out into the streets, they turned it into art.  Refrigerators became an ongoing dialogue, as did any wall or fence with enough room for a pithy bit of graffiti.  

When the owners of the Camellia Grill announced they weren’t going to reopen after the storm, can you guess what happened?  Post-it notes.  People plastered the front façade of the building with post-it notes wishing them a fond farewell and heartfelt thank you.  (It has since reopened under new ownership).  

Heck – this is a town where people went nuts to buy insignia from a local drugstore when it went out of business back in 1998.  I’m not sure what one does with a giant vomit-purple sign, but I guarantee that locals smile whenever the new owner puts it on display.  We’re a little weird like that.

This oddball little city doesn’t stand a chance in a world that’s rapidly shrinking and becoming more homogeneous by the day.  Katrina may have just accelerated a process that was already tearing down the city like a million slow-moving termites.  Water works more quickly than contractors.

But it all depends on the people.  

That means you, too, by the way.  There’s so much you can do to help rebuild this town, and it’s never too late to get involved.  My last NOLA diary was a list of action items, but the one that most bears repeating came in a comment at dkos from Via Chicago: GO!

   Go spend a few days, a week, or more volunteering with one of the many relief agencies.  I guarantee you will not regret it.

   What I got in return for spending a week working hard was far greater than what I gave.  

   In addition to feeling good from doing real work with tangible results, I surprisingly felt like I got the most valuable kind of relief from the stress of my every day job than I’ve ever had.  It was a true vacation from the every day, and I did not feel at all like I “wasted” a week that could have been spent on a beach somewhere or touring a foreign city.

   So, go!  Work hard, and by all means don’t feel guilty having a little fun  while you’re down there!

   http://www.flickr.com/…

   here’s a small sample of organizations that can use your help:

   http://www.habitat-nola.org/

   http://www.lowernine.org/

   http://www.onsiterelief.com/

   http://animalrescueneworleans….

   http://www.emergencycommunitie…

I agree: GO!

What are you waiting for?   Our swampy, grammatically-challenged, absinthe-soaked, eccentric little town needs you!

And don’t forget our friends all up and down the Gulf Coast.  Katrina slammed communities as far east as Mobile, and with Hurricane Rita affected towns as far West as Texas.  You can literally drive for hours and never leave the area of impact.  A lot of people still need you.

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All the texts are linked back to their sources except for one that’s not readily available: For info on the city’s oddly gendered name, the best reference I could find is a 1951 article – “L’Abbé Prévost and the Gender of New Orleans” – by William Woods of Tulane University in Modern Language Notes, Vol. 66, No. 4 (Apr., 1951), pp. 259-261.  If you have access to JSTOR, you can also read it there.

Cross-posted at dkos.

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