September 24th, 2005

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Round 2

The panic and novelty and stress of Katrina has sapped my (and so many other's) strength.

I watched in horror as Katrina hit, and New Orleans spent the next few days further crumbling to its knees. Every news report stung sharply.

Yesterday, watching Rita, and today, hearing of the re-flooding of areas, there's just no emotion left.
"It's like looking at a murder," Quentrell Jefferson, an evacuee from the Ninth Ward, said Friday as he watched news of the flooding in his neighborhood from a church in Lafayette, 125 miles to the west. "The first time is bad. After that, you numb up."
Exactly, Quentrell, exactly.

And I don't know which is worse — the panic and concern for Katrina, or the numb, deer-in-the-headlights stance which I'm feeling today.

All I know for certain is that I'm tired. Very tired.

And I want to go home.