Surviving Katrina
This past week the title of my blog took on new significance. Katrina came and left and, just like a woman, revealed the vulnerabilities of mankind.
But this time it's not Bombay or Namibia. They were not the spartan shacks of the third world that were washed away. The bodies are now those of democrats and republicans, deceased residents of a city with an NFL team. That's NATIONAL Football League. Our nation.
My mind drags in processing Katrina and her wake. I suppose it's shock. Though I have recently been working to detach myself from the Ameri-centric mindset this country is still my birthplace and home, and so holds assumptions of safety and security. The whole affair has a Hollywood, network movie quality to it - as it will be remembered, no doubt, a couple years hence.
But it's real. People hurt. Pray for them.
More to come.
But this time it's not Bombay or Namibia. They were not the spartan shacks of the third world that were washed away. The bodies are now those of democrats and republicans, deceased residents of a city with an NFL team. That's NATIONAL Football League. Our nation.
My mind drags in processing Katrina and her wake. I suppose it's shock. Though I have recently been working to detach myself from the Ameri-centric mindset this country is still my birthplace and home, and so holds assumptions of safety and security. The whole affair has a Hollywood, network movie quality to it - as it will be remembered, no doubt, a couple years hence.
But it's real. People hurt. Pray for them.
More to come.


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