Dana came in the kitchen for more coffee, said, "They were talking about that study, Hurricane Pam, and how it predicted all this --"
"Yeah, the one the Times-Picayune reporter wrote up -- " Jeff said from the laundry room.
"...how many would drown, how many stranded, they predicted it and nobody did hardly anything. Awful."
Jeff put down the iron; waited a second for the steam sound to fade. "Denial. It all comes down to
denial. Before, during, and after."
Dana started to reply, then Chandler grabbed her leg, there was the sound of a magic wand from Little Miss Princess, then giggles, along with Dana's laugh.
"No one could or would admit it could
ever happen to them," he continued. "Nagin knew. His business people knew, Corps of Engineers knew, studies and simulations have been done for years, FEMA knew, but all for naught." Hiss.
"Scream 'the sky's falling!', or 'the levee's breaking!' all you want, but who's gonna be the one to put up the money?"
"Meanwhile, the poorest and weakest in N'Awlins have to choose between medicine and food, they're not runnin' out to buy $200 -- hell, $100! -- worth of bottled water and flashlight batteries and whatnot. They couldn't or wouldn't leave, not believing they couldn't ride out Katrina, not till it was too late."
He stopped to cuss the pants again. Stupid worsted wool, what was I thinking? Oh, that's right. Today's sermon: Do people ever really learn anything?
All the lessons we learn as a group get forgotten. History is repeating all around us, but we hardly notice. How can we be expected to remember all those wars and places and dates and names and Presidents? What are you, some kinda trivia geek?
"
Never underestimate the power of denial", he thought. And the added distraction of propaganda-channel "news" showing disaster-porn 24/7, mixed in with the usual outrage and blame-everyone-else games. I mean, what did Linda say in response to my email about FEMA's failures -- she went off on Clinton and Denver airport funding?!? Lady, step
away from the Kool-Aid.
Other movie quotes came to mind. "
Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'. That's damn right."
"
There is no one minding the light at the end of the tunnel."
Next came the words "
Mama put my guns in the ground... I can't shoot them anymore." And it was almost too much to bear.
Something the Preacher wrote (
Everett Joseph Smith Was a Real Boy) came to mind, about a family losing their newborn premature baby: "In the coming days, many of their friends and family will want to pretend that this child never existed. They will want to gloss over the reality of his life in an attempt to ease their pain."
Dana will go see the Katrina reality for herself this week. But that's still a big hush-hush secret; can't wait to hear what she sees and does.
Reality's been kickin' my ass these past couple weeks. I've been alternately on fire to help and doing my bit, and worn out with all of it. Sad all the way to the bottom for the people who lost everything, and pissed off about that sadness 'cause I got nothing to complain about.
But hope really does go on forever. And there's so much work to be done.