Not that the city itself is a wreck or a mess. This city was wrecked. We all know the story.
The storm hit. America woke up and discovered classism and racism alive and well in a crown jewel city of the south.
Good mornin’ America, how are you?
Don’t cha know me? I’m your native son.
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans.
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.
And out of sight, out of mind, right? Compassion fatigue. A war being ignored abroad means much too little attention left to keep paying to rebuilding one of our cities. The UUA, to its credit responded with over $3.5 million and countless volunteer hours on location in New Orleans helping with rebuilding efforts. The UUA and the UUSC joined efforts from the beginning to bring New Orleans to the front of our consciousness.
Now, however, the UUA/UUSC funding will end and I think that’s a shame. Too many, especially the federal government responded inadequately to Katrina. Too many continue to ignore the fact that rebuilding is not done and therefore continue to respond inadequately.
UUA Trustee from the Pacific Coast District, Linda Laskowski, reflects on the UUA’s involvement with and commitment to rebuilding New Orleans in her blog, UUA View from Berkeley.
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues.