<p>Higherlead, all you’re doing is proving how insensitive you are, and how incapable you are of putting yourself in anyone else’s shoes.</p>
<p>You have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, particularly as it pertains to the rural area where I live (which has an income far below the median even for a state as poor as Louisiana) or my reasons for living there—which at present are because the place I would be living in New Orleans still doesn’t have any walls. Let me just assure you that the “Sliver by the River” contains neighborhoods far wealthier than anything in Slidell.</p>
<p>I am amazed that you would jeer at someone for being unable to live in New Orleans. But since you’re in a jeering mood, let me give you some more personal details for you to gloat over:</p>
<p>Two of my sisters and their husbands still aren’t back in their houses yet. Most of my cousins were out of their homes for months; one of my cousins had her home completely destroyed; all that’s left is the slab. Down here, cousins are family, by the way, not casual strangers you see at funerals.</p>
<p>My sister’s son-in-law came home injured from Iraq to live in a FEMA trailer, because his home, his mother’s home, and his mother-in-law’s home were all unliveable. His and his mother’s homes had to be bulldozed. </p>
<p>My brother-in-law’s parents and brother (whom I’ve known all my life and are as close to me as my own family) lost everything. All we salvaged from the two of their houses could fit in 5 cubic feet. Family heirlooms, baby pictures, yearbooks from their time at the military academy, travels abroad with the service, all gone. The apartment they were living in after the storm? So heavily damaged by smoke from a fire in the unit downstairs, that they lost almost everything yet again. (And still they managed to rebuild one of their homes, and help neighbors rebuild theirs).</p>
<p>A close family friend? Committed suicide when he realised that at his age, he wouldn’t be able to rebuild and start again.</p>
<p>My godfather? When he died, months after the storm, we couldn’t bury him for weeks because the cemetaries were too far behind.</p>
<p>My grandmother’s house, and the houses of almost everyone I knew growing up? Ain’t dere no more. Ditto the houses where I celebrated Christmas every year. The schools I attended, K-12? All destroyed. The house where we took care of my dad in his final illness? Last I heard, the roof was in the front yard, and the second story was somewhere on the neighbor’s land.</p>
<p>You couldn’t last one week with what the people of New Orleans and Slidell (which far from being the insulated area you make it out to be, lost the entire south side of town) deal with on a day to day basis. You can’t even handle having people from other countries sitting in the schools next to the kids who “belong” without whining about it.</p>