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Video: CNN's Christiane Amanpour went to one community chosen to house a makeshift morgue for Katrina's victims. (September 6)

"I'd rather have 'em here dead than alive. Ya know, at least they're not robbing ya and you don't have to worry about feeding 'em." -- Theresa Roy

That comment is as ugly as that wart on her cheek. I bet Theresa Roy and people who think like her are the first to go off when Southern white people are stereotyped as racist, Confederate flag-worshiping rednecks. I wouldn't be surprised if she identifies herself as "Christian" and "pro-life" with "morals and family values". Then the heffa had the nerve to try to backtrack by saying that she hoped the dead victims were buried with some dignity, probably because she knew she sounded like a cold-hearted b****. I guess since most victims lost everything and might not be able to afford most of the stuff in her store, they are no use to her.

Well, then

Sep. 9th, 2005 11:28 pm
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My boss has been unfired, under protest of some of the employees.


The QM is still acting a little weird, but waited to cut off until I got into my parking space at home.


I finally got to donate the boxes of clothes and household stuff I've been carrying around in the QM for a week for the hurricane victims. Pretty much everyone around here wants money and occasionally canned goods. Unfortunately, I have very little money to give or spend on extra food and my apartment is the size of a shoebox, but I really wanted to help out. I finally found a volunteer organization who needed clothing and household items for evacuees who will be arriving in town today or tomorrow. The volunteers were working out of a little antique shop not far from my job, so I dropped my stuff off during lunch.


BTW, I found out that the local bus doesn't go to my job after 12 noon. So I'm going to have to figure something else out.
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Los Angeles Times: He Held Their Lives in His Tiny Hands

BATON ROUGE, La. — In the chaos that was Causeway Boulevard, this group of refugees stood out: a 6-year-old boy walking down the road, holding a 5-month-old, surrounded by five toddlers who followed him around as if he were their leader.

They were holding hands. Three of the children were about 2 years old, and one was wearing only diapers. A 3-year-old girl, who wore colorful barrettes on the ends of her braids, had her 14-month-old brother in tow. The 6-year-old spoke for all of them, and he told rescuers his name was Deamonte Love.

For some reason, the whole story isn't posted in that link. Here is the rest of it (from Black Voices):

The water wasn't going down and they had been living without light, food or air conditioning for four days. The baby needed milk and the milk was gone. So she decided they would evacuate by helicopter. When a helicopter arrived to pick them up, they were told to send the children first and that the helicopter would be back in 25 minutes. She and her neighbors had to make a quick decision.

It was a wrenching moment. Williams' father, Adrian Love, told her to send the children ahead.

"I told them to go ahead and give them up, because me, I would give my life for my kids. They should feel the same way," said Love, 48. "They were shedding tears. I said, 'Let the babies go.' "

His daughter and her friends followed his advice.

"We did what we had to do for our kids, because we love them," Williams said.

The helicopter didn't come back. While the children were transported to Baton Rouge, their parents wound up in Texas, and although Williams was reassured that they would be reunited, days passed without any contact. On Sunday, she was elated.

"All I know is I just want to see my kids," she said. "Everything else will just fall into place."

At 3 p.m. Sunday, DSS workers said goodbye to seven children who now had names: Deamonte Love; Darynael Love; Zoria Love and her brother Tyreek. The girl who cried "Gabby!" was Gabrielle Janae Alexander. The girl they called Peanut was Degahney Carter. And the boy whom they called G was actually Lee — Leewood Moore Jr.

The children were strapped into car seats and driven to an airport, where they were flown to San Antonio to rejoin their parents. As they were loaded into the van, the shelter workers looked in the windows.

The baby gaped with delight in the front seat. Deamonte was hanging onto Robertson's neck so desperately that Robertson decided, at the last minute, to ride with him as far as Lafayette.

Shelter worker Kori Thomas held Zoria, 3, who reached out to smooth her eyebrows. Tyreek put a single fat finger on the van window by way of goodbye.

Robertson said he doubted the children would remember much of the helicopter evacuation, the Causeway, the sweltering heat or the smell of the flooded city.

"I think what's going to stick with them is that they survived Hurricane Katrina," he said. "And that they were loved."

Newsweek: The Lost City

When the first buses arrived in Houston, to unload their unhappy cargo at the next domed stadium—the Astrodome—desperation mixed with relief. "I have no idea where my 2-year-old son is," said Nicole Williams, 41. She wore a T shirt marked PLEASE HELP ME FIND MY FAMILY. On the back were listed the names of four family members. They were separated at the I-10 cloverleaf. When Williams tried to reach for her baby so he could ride in her lap, she says, a state trooper sprayed Mace in her face to keep her from getting off the bus. "They maced my mother and my daughter," she said. "Then the door slammed shut."

If someone treated animals this way, PETA would be all over it. Yet it's okay to treat these survivors like pieces of rotten meat.
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The Courier-Mail: Orphans gather in bewildered mobs

THE orphans are numberless. In some cases they lied about their missing parents and attached themselves to random adults.

In other cases they are huddling together in loose groups, seeking safety in numbers.

Some have been loaded on to the endless queue of buses slowly trundling out of New Orleans.

Alone, half-naked, hungry, thirsty they have no idea of where they are going.

In the chaos, there has been no co-ordinated attempt to link the survivors with their loved ones.

This really hurts my feelings. I feel terrible for all of the hurricane victims, but worst of all for the children and the elderly. Last night I was watching CNN and they showed a teleconference call or whatever it is called between a woman located somewhere safe and her 94-year-old father trapped on the roof of his house with very little food and declining health. The woman begged her father to hold on and her father's voice saying that he was trying to be strong and hold on. Then whoever the CNN host was dramatically informed the viewers that the gentleman had a few gallons of water and some eggs, eating one a day to make the food stretch.

What? WHAT? WHAT?? I must be way behind on technology, but how can you get close enough to someone for a teleconference call, but not close enough to rescue him or at least give him some more food and supplies?? Huh?!

Kanye West

Sep. 2nd, 2005 09:42 pm
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Well, he certainly broke it down.

And is it me or did Chris Tucker look like he wanted to crack up?


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