Posts Tagged ‘Katrina’

Uh-Obama: Racism, White Voters and the Myth of Color-Blindness

Here’s a sentence I never thought I’d write, at least not as soon as I am now compelled to write it: It may well be the case that the United States is on its way to electing a person of color as President. Make no mistake, I realize the way that any number of factors, [...]

Why do Fundamentalist Christians Hate God?

Fundie Christians are an interesting bunch. On the one hand, they profess to love God “with all their heart,” and yet, on the other, they regularly send around unhinged e-mails about how God causes natural disasters or other tragedies as a way to punish the U.S. for abortion, or “taking prayer out of schools,” or [...]

On White Pride and Other Delusions: Reflections on the Rage of the Uninformed

“The price the white American paid for his ticket was to become white…This incredibly limited, not to say dimwitted ambition has choked many a human being to death here: and this, I contend, is because the white American has never accepted the real reasons for his journey. I know very well that my ancestors had [...]

“Eracing” Katrina: Historical Revisionism and the Denial of the Obvious

Published on Civilrights.org, July 25, 2006 According to a poll taken late last year, the overwhelming majority of whites in the U.S. reject the idea that Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath tell us anything important about race in America (1). Blacks, not surprisingly, feel otherwise. Thus has emerged the latest manifestation of an intergenerational process: [...]

Little Man With a Gun in His Hand: An Open Letter to Sheriff Jack Strain, of St. Tammany Parish, Louisiana

Published on Black Commentator.com, July 13, 2006 Dear Sheriff Strain, I always liked Slidell, even before Lucinda Williams sang about going there to “look for (her) joy.” And my fond feelings for the town were rekindled recently when I discovered that Grayson Capps–with whom I went to Tulane in the late ’80s, and who’s quite [...]

Of Disasters, Natural and Otherwise

The city I called home for ten years is dying: a slow, agonizing, all-too-terribly public death, before the eyes of the nation and the world. It is dying, as are far too many of its people, because our national leaders only have the stomach, or the talent (or both) for killing, as in Iraq or [...]