Katrina’s Refugees: “There’s Nowhere to Go and No Way to Get There”

[kerrygoddess]

Katrina’s Refugees: “There’s Nowhere to Go and No Way to Get There”
September 1st, 2005
For those of us who are watching the horrors unfold there is disbelief, anger and frustration. We are appalled, we are stunned and so many of us have uttered that we never thought we would see this happen here in our beloved America. “Where are our leaders?” Where is the help for these people?” These questions have rung out loudly on the blogosphere and the even in MSM today.

Dateline NBC is reporting tonight…

MOBILE, Ala. - Hundreds of thousands of people from Lousiana, Mississippi and Alabama are on the road or in crowded refugee centers. It’s the kind of mass migration we don’t expect to see in America. Some now estimate that three-quarters of a million Americans are on the move tonight.

Those lucky enough to have escaped Katrina are now finding that hotels are booked from Texas to Florida. Pick almost any hotel and you will find refugees inside, stuck between their ruined homes and their very uncertain futures.

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Last snip of post:
I was in a restaurant having dinner tonight and heard Sara McLachlan’s “Angel” on the radio there. I’m leaving you all tonight with the lyrics and asking the heavens to send New Orleans, the Gulf Coast and all of Katrina’s victims, ANGELS…

Angel

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there’s always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there’s vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don’t make no difference
escaping one last time
it’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here