Hurricane Katrina Quotes

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Dave Eggers
“He must trust, and he must have faith. And so he builds, because what is building, and rebuilding and rebuilding again, but an act of faith?”
Dave Eggers

“At one point, early on, some public figures even asked whether it 'made sense' to rebuild New Orleans. Would you let your own mother die because it didn't make financial sense to spend the money to treat her, or because you were too busy to spend the time to heal her sick spirit?”
Tom Piazza, Why New Orleans Matters

Jesmyn Ward
“Life is a hurricane, and we board up to save what we can and bow low to the earth to crouch in that small space above the dirt where the wind will not reach. We honor anniversaries of deaths by cleaning graves and sitting next to them before fires, sharing food with those who will not eat again. We raise children and tell them other things about who they can be and what they are worth: to us, everything. We love each other fiercely, while we live and after we die. We survive; we are savages.”
Jesmyn Ward, Men We Reaped

Kanye West
“George Bush doesn't care about black people.”
Kanye West

“People don't live in New Orleans because it is easy. They live here because they are incapable of living anywhere else in the just same way.”
Ian McNulty, A Season of Night: New Orleans Life After Katrina

Jenna-Lynne Duncan
“Damn. I never should have agreed to this. What is he thinking? Here we are in a piece of crap pickup truck on our way to sit outside of a supermarket to kidnap this girl. Damn. He’d better not be falling for her. Sure she’s cute, but I can’t think about that.”
Jenna-Lynne Duncan, Hurricane

James Lee Burke
“I also believe my home state is cursed by ignorance and poverty and racism, much of it deliberately inculcated to control a vulnerable electorate. And I believe many of the politicians in Louisiana are among the most stomach-churning examples of white trash and venality I have ever known. To me, the fact that large numbers of people find them humorously picaresque is mind numbing, on a level with telling fond tales of one's rapist.”
James Lee Burke, Creole Belle

Tariq Ali
“That natural disasters are required to provide Americans with a glimpse of reality in their own country is an indication of the deep rot infecting the official political culture.”
Tariq Ali, The Obama Syndrome: Surrender at Home, War Abroad

“Don’t pack your bags just yet, stay awhile,
Don't try to run away to higher ground,
You're in my twisted clouds of sad misfortune,
And you are such an entertaining crowd!
(I’ve never had such cheerful toys to play with...)
Forget I said that – just a little natural disaster Humour,

Pull up a rusty lawn chair
On the waterfront in New Orleans,
And ignore the wind that howls,
Things aren’t always as they seem.
I can smell fear in the air,
Fresh amidst the cornbread steam,
Forgive me if I sound excited,
(I’m going to be famous, you know!)
And let me take your money, please!

I’ll drown your family, hunt down your pets,
I’ve got tricks that I’ve never even tried yet,
And it’s so easy when I get the chance!
(I’ll swipe your house in just one glance!)

As the saying goes, it all comes out in the wash,
But I’m the only wash that leaves no stone unturned,
Financial devastation is my middle name,
And social degradation is my third!

You, little boy from the bayou bank,
You used to fish for pointless fun
(I can appreciate having fun),
But after I go, you’ll find your parents poor,
You’ll have eviction notices on your door,
You’ll have to sell any fish you can catch,
In a desperate grasp for money,
Although I hate to break it to you,
That bayou’s polluted, honey!
I see nothing in your future but welfare cheques!

And you there, little girl with the closet of toys,
You were born well-off with a room of your own,
You have dresses that look more like
They’re from fairy-tales,
Glittery lace on your schoolgirl gowns.

Wait ‘till murky water licks those hems,
And your family is bankrupt
And you’re homeless with them!
Accept what’s to come, won’t you please?
I’m just a carousel of wild winds
Who’ll bring you to your knees!
Hell, yeah!

Take a bow, take a bow,
Take a bow before your god…

I might just pardon you
If you’ve got magic up your sleeve!
If you’re swift and resourceful you could outrun me!
I always love a challenge!
I always love a game…
The question on your mind
Is in regards to my first name,

My name is Katrina, the witch of the skies,
A sorceress whose debut dance makes everyone die,
I know it’s not what you wanted!
(But I’m selfish through and through),
So, c’mon and make me happy!
Whether you’re ready or not…”
Rebecca McNutt, Vaporwave Sixtyten

“New Orleans' rebellious and free-spirited personality is nothing if not resilient. And so the disruptive energies of the place- its vibrancy and eccentricity, its defiance and nonconformity, and yes, its violence and depravity- are likely to live on.”
Gary Krist, Empire of Sin: A Story of Sex, Jazz, Murder, and the Battle for Modern New Orleans

Amanda Sledz
“Hurricane Katrina arrived without a confirmed weather category, or a name that adequately addressed anger summoned from a thousand leagues down. When the levees broke in New Orleans images escaped television screens to tattoo every skin with the shameful reality that America’s towers fell twice. There was no phoenix. Only mosquitoes escaped the ashes, promising to puncture any still unbloodied with the needle kiss of plague.
Then, a great swarm of dragonflies, sent by some other to even the odds. They feasted on the thin-limbed vampires, devoured body and virus, and then hovered around the floating bloated bodies of forgotten grandmothers, armored escorts of the dead. Their wings hummed swamp sonnets while their mouths swallowed maggots, thwarting attempts to hurry death beyond spring sunsets and autumn graves. They kept up their holy procession until New Orleans rebirthed jazz and cut the bodies loose and let saints march in all over again.
As I steer my bike through one puddle after the other, making the street music urban rainforest dwellers know, I ask the splash to summon the dragonfly. Call her from the swamp into my throat to name the lump that will never loose me. Be my escort, gobble the flies ever entering me before their children become my whole.”
Amanda Sledz, Psychopomp Volume One: Cracked Plate

“You can take the people out of the city, but you can't take the soul — that remains here.”
T.J. Fisher, Orleans Embrace with The Secret Gardens of the Vieux Carré

“Accident - A statistical inevitability. Some nuclear power plants are built on fault lines, but ever mine, dam, oil rig, and waste dump is founded upon a tacit acceptance of the worst-case scenario. One a long enough timeline, everything that can go wrong will, however small the likelihood is from one day to the next. The responsible parties may wring their hands about the Fukushima meltdown - and the Gult of Mexico oil spill, and the Exxon Valdez, and Hurricane Katrina, and Chernobyl, and Haiti - but accident is no accident.”

“Everybody is comparing the oil spill to Hurricane Katrina, but the real parallel could be the Iranian hostage crisis. In the late 1970s, the hostage crisis became a symbol of America's inability to take decisive action in the face of pervasive problems. In the same way, the uncontrolled oil plume could become the objective correlative of the country's inability to govern itself.”
David Brooks

Jesmyn Ward
“Junior, stop being orner.” It’s what Mama used to say to us when we were little, and I say it to Junior out of habit. Daddy used to say it sometimes, too, until he said it to Randall one day and Randall started giggling, and then Daddy figured out Randall was laughing because it sounded like ‘horny’. About a year ago I figured out what it was supposed to be after coming across its parent on the vocabulary list for my English class with Miss Dedeaux: ‘ornery’. It made me wonder if there were other words Mama mashed like that. They used to pop up in my head sometime when I was doing the stupidest things: ‘tetrified’ when I was sweeping the kitchen and Daddy came in dripping beer and kicking chairs. ‘Belove’ when Manny was curling pleasure from me with his fingers in mid-swim in the pit. ‘Freegid’ when I was laying in bed in November, curled to the wall like I was going to burrow into another cover or I was making room for a body to lay behind me to make me warm.”
Jesmyn Ward, Salvage the Bones

Jesmyn Ward
“My voice sounds like I have a cold, all the mucus from my crying lodged in my nose. A train, Mama said. Camille came, and the wind sounded like trains.”
Jesmyn Ward, Salvage the Bones

Sheri  Fink
“Those who did better were those who didn't wait idly for help to arrive. In the end, with systems crashing and failing, what mattered most and had the greatest immediate effects were the actions and decisions made in the midst of a crisis by individuals.”
Sheri Fink, Five Days at Memorial: Life and Death in a Storm-Ravaged Hospital

“Hurricane Katrina brought a city, a state and the Bush 43rd Administration to its knees because all levels of government were unprepared for the sheer magnitude of the event. (If History Is Our Guide,2015)”
J.C. Phillips

Sheri  Fink
“When I made my mother a DNR, I did not know it meant "do not rescue.”
Sheri Fink, Five Days at Memorial: Life and Death in a Storm-Ravaged Hospital

Santosh Kalwar
“Katrina was sexy, Irene looks hot, come on people, just see, how beautifully she dances along the coast.”
Santosh Kalwar

Michael Montoure
“What do you tell someone who hasn't live through it all?

Try to explain what it's like, living under a pressure-front of madness crawling up out of the sea - the fairy folk nearly done with their centuries-long crossing of the Atlantic. Tell him about the watchtowers of the air, brought to earth by fire in New York. Tell him about New Orleans, all its magic and voudoun drawing the Fey like a magnet, the ocean rising up to meet it. By the time they burn like wildfire all across the country to Hollywood, the whole world will be dreaming their dreams.”
Michael Montoure, Slices

“[New Orleans.] Katrina changed everything. Life here is different, every face altered. Yet we feel and sense the landscape not only in its hurricane-leveled, sodden depressions but — perhaps even more so now in the strangely comforting depths of our shared history. Even in the worst hit areas, not all is dissipated. Dense intricate attachments burrow too deep to underestimate or overlook. This is no featureless town to be rubbed off the map and cast aside. Here the band plays on.

Our kindred colors speak to the values of justice, faith and power; to curious combinations of passion, openness, irreverence and loyalty, to the values of individuality, sharing and compassion. Not least, we still enjoy the sounds of music and respond to succulent foods, to the magnificent flowering gardens, to the elements of grace and dreamy escape, and to the languid Southern charm typical of faded days gone by.”
T.J. Fisher, Orleans Embrace with The Secret Gardens of the Vieux Carré

J.C.  Phillips
“Hurricane Katrina brought a city, a state and the Bush 43rd Administration to its knees because all levels of government were unprepared for the sheer magnitude of the event.”
J.C. Phillips, If History Is Our Guide: Commentary of Events that shaped 2011-2015

“To remain in the city has required a quick recovery, an erasure with no mourning. No truth or recompense for what has been lost and what was taken. No admission of what we all know to be true: that the worst results of Hurricane Katrina have had nothing to do with Mother Nature.”
Kristina Kay Robinson

“A man who forgets his past and allows the flame of the things he loves to be extinguished has no future.”
T.J. Fisher, Orleans Embrace with The Secret Gardens of the Vieux Carré

“I kept wanting to apologize to our tiny son about the state of the city.”
Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading

Sam Harris
“There had been ample warning that a storm “of biblical proportions” would strike New Orleans, and the human response to the ensuing disaster was tragically inept. But it was inept only by the light of science. Religion offered no basis for a response at all. Advance warning of Katrina’s path was wrested from mute Nature by meteorological calculations and satellite imagery. God told no one of his plans. Had the residents of New Orleans been content to rely on the beneficence of God, they wouldn’t have known that a killer hurricane was bearing down upon them until they felt the first gusts of wind on their faces. And yet, as will come as no surprise to you, a poll conducted by The Washington Post found that 80 percent of Katrina’s survivors claim that the event has only strengthened their faith in God.”
Sam Harris, Letter to a Christian Nation