In
the Wake of Katrina
"Katrina
hit, and it was a blow to all, including those of us who
live nowhere near New Orleans. I never expected the worst
to happen, and when it did, I didn’t know what to do.
So I did nothing, along with 90% of America and President
Bush. I knew chained dogs were drowning, knew that if they
didn’t let them off the chains on a daily basis, they
weren’t going to make sure they were safe from the
flooding now. The most I could wish for was that they at
least set them free to fend for themselves before leaving.
Whether this meant death by drowning, starvation, or euthanization
in a shelter, at least it was better than the fate they
would certainly suffer chained in the backyard, as flood
waters soared to two stories or more. There wasn’t
a goddamn thing I could do about it. I knew animals all
over, of every kind, were drowning and dying every second,
in hell, wondering why, why, why, as I was. And I sat here
with computer problems, facing losing all my data, pissing
and moaning. Nothing compared to facing losing everything
you ever worked for, as well as your life and your family
and your pets. Worst was the feeling of helplessness, feeling
like I was doing nothing, an animal advocate's ongoing nightmare.
So many forwarded e-mail after e-mail about the hurricane
and how to help from the comfort of their homes and their
dry neighborhoods. I was merely one more of them, and I
hated it."
This art is now out of print.
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