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Friday, September 02, 2005

A Day Late and a Dollar Short

A timeless idiom. We just flat came up with “too little too late" for the suffering mass of humanity in New Orleans. We came within a cat’s whisker of crazed, starved-mobs-bent-on-violence rending what was left of the city into tatters. America literally declared itself unable to rescue its’ citizens from the ravages of nature, much less, the ineptitude of disaster planning. Where were the plans to evacuate the poor, the elderly, and those without cars or money for transportation? Why can we squander $300 billion on Iraq, but can only cough up a measly $10 billion dollars worth of relief for our own people right here at home?

Maybe the-powers-that-be didn’t think it was human beings that were stranded in, and on, their flood-engulfed homes. I think this response had a lot to do with the majority of the victims being poor black folks. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for a week?

No one can say they didn't see it coming. We even knew with a great degree of certitude exactly how this would play out. The Internet is replete with recent pre-Katrina articles and studies outlining the enormity of just how catastrophic such an event would be. Where was the armada of inflatable Zodiac boats that should have been stored to rescue people from their flooded homes?

As a nation, we tragically let down the people of New Orleans. They deserved better, and we should have provided it.

Ironically, New Orleans has now returned to the coastal wetlands that man once destroyed. Mother Nature always bats last. For some reason, she just doesn’t like to be "managed."

We were fore-warned and they say hindsight is 20/20, but will we ever be fore-armed? I doubt it. We weren’t prepared for 911, we weren’t prepared for hurricane Katrina, and we aren’t prepared for peak-oil.

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