I'm moving some posts over from my blogspot blog, to see if I get some more readers. Thanks, silverwhisper.

I was searching through my Katrina pictures on my laptop, and I decided to Google "frederick douglass high school new orleans oregon national guard" and I found this blog post apparently by a teacher at the school where we stayed when I was there: They Have Their Own Thoughts: room 219 revisited Read this blog.

I think I've lost my Katrina pictures. I'll have to check my PC. Continued...

From a previous post here, I found that Melanie Plesh has responded to me. I am moved. I posted a comment to this six-month-old blog post:

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you... thanks for responding. I started my own blog and then quit, going back to web forums instead. I'm glad to hear the school has reopened, even if for limited times per day. Being at that school and reading your blog have really opened my eyes to a lot of things. Thank very much for being there and being an inspiration for kids. I'm 37 now, with my own kids in school, but I still remember most of my teachers and how big an influence on my life they were."

If you could read her blog and not be moved, then nothing can move you. If you could have seen the condition of that neighborhood when I was there, where the damage before the storm was still very apparent, and still not be moved, then you are inhuman indeed.

It's enough to make a conservative like me to turn his head and wonder what the hell is going on in this country. I wish that I had some pictures of the words painted in the streets about people seeking help, and words painted on buildings crying for help for themselves or for their pets. In my travels to the Middle East, I have never seen anything so pathetic as New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.

Or even as bad a life has these people lived before this particular hurricane.