En ésta era del reality tv esta semana fuímos testigos de uno de los más macabros shows jamás transmitidos en vivo por la televisión global: la muerte de una gran ciudad americana. No hay nada comparable en la historia humana. El 11 de septiembre afectó a Nueva York, pero no lo destruyó. Esto fue mucho más diferente. Y uno de los blogs que mejor han cubierto las aristas más oscuras de ello es Rigorous Intuition. Jeff Wells ha hecho una gran trabajo. Este fue el fragmento que más me aterró:
"Maybe you think the worst is over... I thought, maybe so. Maybe that's enough death for them.
If you're like I was, you haven't seen this yet:
It's Geraldo Rivera, Friday night at the New Orleans Convention Center, where 30,000 Americans are locked down again with their piss and their shit and their dead. Rivera gets it, but he doesn't know what he's got. "What the hell, man - let them walk out of here!" If anyone tries it, if anyone reaches the perimeter, they're turned back.
From the website of the American Red Cross, their disaster FAQ:
Why is the Red Cross not in New Orleans?
Acess to New Orleans is controlled by the National Guard and local authorities and while we are in constant contact with them, we simply cannot enter New Orleans against their orders.
The state Homeland Security Department had requested--and continues to request--that the American Red Cross not come back into New Orleans following the hurricane. Our presence would keep people from evacuating and encourage others to come into the city.
In the end, there is no understanding evil. There is only opposing it.
People shake their heads, "Why would they do this?" Because they can't fathom a reason they deny it's happening, and disbelieve the witness of the tightness in their chests.
When Polish Jews first entered the Warsaw Ghetto, they knew they'd been through Hell, but they thought they'd come out the other side.
This is happening, America, to your brothers and sisters. Don't think it isn't because you can't understand it. "
Ayer fuí al cine a ver La Caída (The Downfall) , recomendable película alemana que trata los últimos días de Adolf Hitler. Muchas veces sus más cercanos le piden que proteja al pueblo, pero él dice que el pueblo es débil y merece morir. Y que además al elegirlo ellos decidieron su suerte. Sentí un extraño deja vu al escuchar esa frase, y me dió mucho, mucho miedo.
"Maybe you think the worst is over... I thought, maybe so. Maybe that's enough death for them.
If you're like I was, you haven't seen this yet:
It's Geraldo Rivera, Friday night at the New Orleans Convention Center, where 30,000 Americans are locked down again with their piss and their shit and their dead. Rivera gets it, but he doesn't know what he's got. "What the hell, man - let them walk out of here!" If anyone tries it, if anyone reaches the perimeter, they're turned back.
From the website of the American Red Cross, their disaster FAQ:
Why is the Red Cross not in New Orleans?
Acess to New Orleans is controlled by the National Guard and local authorities and while we are in constant contact with them, we simply cannot enter New Orleans against their orders.
The state Homeland Security Department had requested--and continues to request--that the American Red Cross not come back into New Orleans following the hurricane. Our presence would keep people from evacuating and encourage others to come into the city.
In the end, there is no understanding evil. There is only opposing it.
People shake their heads, "Why would they do this?" Because they can't fathom a reason they deny it's happening, and disbelieve the witness of the tightness in their chests.
When Polish Jews first entered the Warsaw Ghetto, they knew they'd been through Hell, but they thought they'd come out the other side.
This is happening, America, to your brothers and sisters. Don't think it isn't because you can't understand it. "
Ayer fuí al cine a ver La Caída (The Downfall) , recomendable película alemana que trata los últimos días de Adolf Hitler. Muchas veces sus más cercanos le piden que proteja al pueblo, pero él dice que el pueblo es débil y merece morir. Y que además al elegirlo ellos decidieron su suerte. Sentí un extraño deja vu al escuchar esa frase, y me dió mucho, mucho miedo.
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