I sit here in New England, watching the coverage on TV, the internet, the 'blogs, the paper, everywhere.
I've watched (not experienced) hundreds, if not thousands, of hours of horrific footage from various natural disasters and wars from around the world (Jessie took a "Culture and It's Response to Disaster" class in college, all documentaries) and every single one chilled me to the bone. But I was always comforted, on a subconcious level, that so frequently these things happened in third world countries, lacking resources, finance, or ability, or even all three.
This disaster, this event, is beyond the comprhension and scope of what we have ever thought or seen on our soil. We all sat, shocked, afraid, angered and wondering on 9/11. Blue skies slit by silver streaks of pure evil as they carried out their terror. But we've all seen storms, we've all see what happens when the Earth turns against herself. To see it happen here, in a way that we all knew, we all talked about, shocked us all. It shocked and surprised our government.
We had a cash collection at work, which all of us chipped in to, regardless of ability to pay or contribute. Even a print operator, making $9 an hour, kicked $200 into the bucket.
I'm not sure quite why I'm posting this, but this just feels so massive. Massive because I never, ever projected the US onto a tragedy like this. I have always prepared (we have crisis kits in our house, in kayak bags ready to go), but never really projected the anarchy that reigns in NO. This just screws with the most basic of feelings.
-Andrew