Republicans, have you souls? [View All]

[Writer]

I write with disgust, a swelling feeling building in my stomach. It's anger. I spoke to my father today, his business and life now ended as he has known it. His city - the city to which my family immigrated at the turn of the 20th Century - is no more.

My family: the graves of German and Sicilian immigrants, French and Spanish settlers, now drift in their mausoleums beneath several feet of water. This is my life, my history, now washed away by natural calamity.

Republicans, have you souls? To cry foul when your men have failed? To think of playing games, scoffing at supposed politics, when others switch on a light to reveal simple truth? No. The answer to me is quite clear. This hurricane has washed your souls clean from the bone.

A bad job? No, in fact, the federal hands that sluggishly handled this disaster have done more than a bad job. It's an inhumane travesty - cast apart from any notion of civilized men. It's an abomination, within earshot of an echo of genocide. Poor Black Americans have been left to die in squalor, disease, starvation, and dehydration.

Playing politics? I will answer with silence, for it is your voice that God will hear. And He will judge you. And you will understand His wrath. For you have chosen to use your precious, God-given breath to tongue-lash and not voice the needs of the sick, dying, confused, and hopeless walking the streets of New Orleans. They need your help, as Jesus asks, not your venom.

As I write, my family has now scattered to every edge of the Southeast. My father, aunts, uncles, and cousins now are homeless and jobless. Yet they are lucky, for they live.

No one bothered to tell the poor that their lives would be forfeit. No one bothered to tell the poor that their lives would be doomed, tossed aside by sick social Darwinism.

Yet God sees all. God knows. And He will judge you.