I Was There After Katrina. Trump’s Treatment of Dorian Survivors Is Pure Evil.
My breaking point came after nearly 100 victims of Hurricane Dorian were turned away from seeking safe haven in the United States
You have to smell a place, in the aftermath of a hurricane, to know what it’s like.
You have to look into the eyes of a woman with three kids as she weeps uncontrollably, without a single solution to offer her. You have to feel way too hot, with too many mosquito bites, and no shower. You have to be reminded not to give away your own bottled water to old ladies begging you for it because you don’t want to be stranded without it. You have to spend two weeks caring for someone in renal failure, whose condition was not considered quite near-death enough for the paramedics to take action, only to see them die after you finally get them to an open hospital. You have to look at a stunned, pregnant, 16-year old girl, who has been living under a tarp for 10 days, so dehydrated her skin stands up when the nurse gently pinches it.
In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, I worked as a volunteer responder with the American Red Cross in rural Louisiana. For just shy of three weeks, I helped the survivors who arrived at the shelter. It is an utterly fruitless…
