This diary is intended to be an account of rescue missions along the Gulf Coast that stood out or by chance got caught by the news media. I recently read some accounts and seen some video of amazing stories – strangers at their own initiative, on rescue missions in a desolate and Bush Forsaken territory of the Rich Oil Coast of America.
I hope to illustrate that compassion exists within American society, and the lack of it by those who have broadcast that very political message in the past, but haven’t delivered on their promise or leadership.
I’ll kick-off with two heartwarming articles ::
A child in charge of ‘6 babies’
In the chaos that was Causeway Boulevard, this group of refugees stood out: a 6-year-old boy walking down the road, holding a 5-month-old, surrounded by five toddlers who followed him around as if he were their leader
They were holding hands. Three of the children were about 2, and one was wearing only diapers. A 3-year-old girl, who wore colorful barrettes on the ends of her braids, had her 14-month-old brother in tow. The 6-year-old spoke for all of them, and he told rescuers his name was Deamonte Love.
Hurricane Katrina evacuee Jai'Lynn Butler
holds her stuffed animal.
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In the Baton Rouge headquarters of the rescue operation, paramedics tried to coax their names out of them; nurses who examined them stayed up that night, brooding.
Transporting the children alone was “the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life”. “Knowing that their parents are either dead or that they had been abandoned”, said Pat Coveney, a Houston emergency medical technician who put them into the back of his ambulance and drove them out of New Orleans.
While the children were transported to Baton Rouge, their parents wound up in Texas. Days passed without contact. On Sunday, Williams was elated. “All I know is I just want to see my kids,” she said. “Everything else will just fall into place.”
At 3 p.m. Sunday, social workers said goodbye to the children who now had names: Deamonte Love; Darynael Love; Zoria Love and her brother Tyreek. The girl who cried “Gabby!” was Gabrielle Janae Alexander. The girl they called Peanut was Degahney Carter. And the boy whom they called G was actually Lee–Leewood Moore Jr.
New Orleans police and volunteers use boats to rescue residents from a flooded neighborhood on the east side of New Orleans. AP Photo/Eric Gay
CHEERS to all NOPD officers who did not fail their community and were available 24/7!
JEERS to the Feds who decided NOT to start rescue missions and blocked AID – may they be punished a christian way – burn in hell.
CHEERS to all volunteers who saved their brothers and sisters lives :: made it Priority nr. 1
JEERS to all high paid Feds who consider press conferences their means of survival.
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