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Katrina

Like so many oth­ers, I feel com­pelled to add to the blog­flood of words about Hur­ricane Kat­rina (and I pity any child of that name!). My own words seem inad­equate; I don’t have Shelley’s lyr­i­cism, or Cecily’s per­spect­ive, or consistency. I've never even been to New Orleans, so I have no photos to add to the store of what was there. I have no idea whether New Orleans will be rebuilt, although it's obvious it will never be the same again. I appreciate people who say that now building codes can be developed and enforced to withstand hurricanes, but worry about what the costs of those buildings will do to the poor who already can't afford reasonable accomodation.

It seems large parts of the dam­age and destruc­tion were pre­vent­able, much of the pain and hor­ror could have been ameli­or­ated. What does this do to the people who have seen it, exper­i­enced it? What sort of night­mares will they relive in their dreams and pass on to their chil­dren? And what sort of les­sons will be drawn? Will the sys­tems to hold back the water be designed and built with the same determ­in­a­tion as in Hol­land after the massive floods in 1953 that killed almost 2000 people? (60% of the Dutch pop­u­la­tion lives on land that is under sea level). I can’t help think­ing of that old song that some­how still seems to ask many of the right ques­tions — “The answers, my friend, are blow­ing in the wind, the answers are blow­ing in the wind”.