Katrina: You %itch

Spike Lee is a genius when it comes to film. He made sure to show that Katrina affected more than just a certain demographic. He showcased that pain that accompany such a horrific disaster. Act 3 ends with a woman walking away from her 5 year old daughter’s funeral crying out in anguish. The pain was tangible, the anger palpable. The government didn’t fulfill its duties to these people. They all kept saying, “Where is FEMA?” That’s a good question. Where was Bush? What took him so long? Well if his mama had anything to with it, its probably better that it took him three weeks to get to New Orleans because she felt that the whole thing “worked out very well” for the evacuees. I believe its safe to say the entire Bush family is insane. But I digress.

Which brings me to my next point. They were evacuees, not refugees. I would be pissed if my fellow countrymen were referring to me as a damn refugee, a person without a nation. These people had lost their homes, their livelihood, their families, and then their country, too?

Lee also gave us a little history lesson on New Orleans and its jazz roots. I love how he tied the music into the film. Jazz is the underbelly of New Orleans. It was brilliant how he showcased the jazz funeral. I’m sure many people had never heard of a jazz funeral. It’s a beautiful and rich tradition unique to New Orleans.
Katrina, like 9/11, affected this entire country. All I can say is: F you, Katrina!