November 6, 2012, in Rockaway I was
reminded of the aftermath of Katrina, the Rodney King riots and Iraq,
Afghanistan, and particularly I was reminded of Gaza and the West Bank, where
the "aftermath" never comes, where just a continuous, unending calamity unfolds
at the hands of America's "democracy."
It was election day, and we drove past lines of hundreds of people
waiting to vote. All that was missing was the blue ink to dip their fingers in
and to hold up to the cameras with a smile.
We baked food to bring to hungry people who have been ignored and forgotten by our government. Mostly they are poor people, many elderly people, many children.
We did not see a presence of the Red Cross, where millions of dollars have been deposited in the past week. And while we saw large numbers of cops and military convoys on the streets, we did not see them going door to door to help people who have been stranded without power for a week, many who can't escape the confines of their dark, cold homes. (This is not to say they are not doing great work somewhere, just in our little corner of destruction they were not to be found.)
One visiting nurse told us she has been trying for a week to get help bringing 100 elderly wheelchair-bound people down dark stairwells in a 20-story complex. Finally, when it was just too obvious that no help would arrive, the visiting nurse organized other nurses and residents and they carried the people down themselves. Meanwhile, hundreds of ambulances and medic crews are sitting in a staging area waiting for orders. They have traveled from many places to help, because that is what they do. People have traveled from around the country to help.
I hear a "heckofa good job Brownie" please?
Today, I hear Obama was reelected -- four more years of the same old thing. Over the last year of campaigning I have come to understand that Obama is proud of what he has done and for what he has done in my name as an American. For this I feel ashamed. And I am scared of what will come.
Today snow, rain, and wind is coming. Many people in the Rockaways are in desperate need of blankets. The same is so in Afghanistan where babies froze to death in their mothers arms last winter.
There are natural weather events and there are disasters. We are living in a time of great disaster world-wide, which our government seems unable to heal and plays a great part in perpetuating.
The most common negative comment I hear about my writing is, "What happened to you? Why do you hate your country so much?" I can only say my government continues to fail those who depend on it the most both here and around the world, and this has always been so.
And I am wondering where I can find a couple of blankets.