September is Gone

September is almost gone—students came back from summer break and unleashed on the campus as if they’d never left. I’ve been busy--sometimes getting home late at night, too tired to write a word in this blog or my memoir manuscript that’s now collecting dust.

Hurricane Katrina

My heart goes out to those in New Orleans and Mississippi. Who could have imagined this level of suffering? The images of children, the elderly, women, men and overwhelmingly black and poor people scrambling to survive is staggering. This natural disaster should have no color, but the racial and class divide in America is now evident for all to see. When is help coming? When I told a friend that you'd think we were in a "third world" nation, she aptly said that many poor and black people in America are, in fact, colonized and trapped in poverty like those in South America and parts of Africa. The media images just keep pouring out like those we saw when our army invaded Iraq. The parallels are striking. As Bob Marley once sang, when everytime I look around, the people suffer in the suffering and suffering in every way, in everywhere. When is help coming?