Wednesday

Ever since Katrina, there are times when I'm taking a sip of water or over-eating, gorging or throwing out food or looking at food on the shelves . . . I think of how much this sip or this scrap...whatever it is...a handful of Cheez-its or a few spoonfuls of cous cous or rice or a half bottle of beer or plate of lettuce and sliced tomatoes or a piece of pizza with two bites taken out of it . . . how much it would be desired, fought over, cried for, begged, desperately gobbled guzzled craved - in New Orleans right after Hurricane Katrina went through...I'm not joking. The memory of this event, Hurricane Katrina, is implanted and interwoven and associated (at times) with my act of eating and drinking and even seeing food or smelling it or hearing it being prepared...or the sound of a bottle cap twisting off a beer or just about anything (at times, not all the time). I don't know if this is a prayer or a reflection or a connection with the world or guilt or an acknowledgment of the relative comfort and ease of my life compared to others. And now I'm getting those same kind of haunting feelings about Haiti. I could point out all of the inequities and atrocities and absurdities of the situation that have been pointed out over and over, but I just wonder how these things affect us as individuals, like psychologically.

4 comments:

Billy said...

you right man. i think it should affect us. tomorrow could be our turn. i take nothing for granted. by the way i saw the beginning of that post on friendfeed. cool

laura b. said...

Disasters make people reflective, if they have any substance at all. Even when they don't affect us directly, we tend to feel the pain of our fellow humans.
Sometimes, disaster elsewhere or past disaster seems to make people feel guilty or as though they have no right to complain about their small problems when there are such big problems out there. Clearly, I could go on and on, cause I just did....

Pacian said...

The trouble is that we're only ever affected individually. We need some kind of collective reaction, some sense of togetherness and interconnected responsibility. Some positive sense of what we can do to help, rather than just guilt about what we haven't done.

Indigo said...

indigo incarnates

I agree with you -- especially in light of the devastation in Haiti right now. Everyone in American is obsessed with being thin and trim when they really ought to be grateful that they actually have enough to eat on a regular basis.