Where were you when Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast five years ago?
Like many of you, I was stuck to the television watching the city of New Orleans torn apart before my eyes - first the rain, then the flooding, then the fight to rescue the stranded residents. I grew angrier by the minute learning President Bush was on vacation and had to watch a prepared DVD to be brought up to speed, after which he did a flyover. When he finally did visit the devastated region, he commended incompetent Federal Emergency Management Agency head Michael Brown with the now infamous words, "You're doing a heck of a job, Brownie."
Heck of a job? We watched dead bodies float in the floods, people stranded without food or water on rooftops waving signs "Help Us!" Dehydrated babies dying in their mother's arms. Was this OUR America? We drop necessities from helicopters in war torn areas around the world - but we couldn't do the same in New Orleans? We couldn't bring truck loads of supplies to the Superdome? From here it looked like abject racism.