"The People in the Chocolate City are not people but jungle bunnies. Black people are a cancer on this society and the Hurricane helped with correcting that flaw."My response to the above comment:
"Dear gopconservative94, either you think you're clever and witty and ironic (which you really, truly aren't) and should reassess what you dare put out into the public because rest assured, you're proving yourself to be an ass, or you deserve to die of exposure on your own rooftop. Either way, you're about the best example there ever was of the Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory. Look it up."
The internet is a fantastic tool with seemingly limitless potential. Unfortunately, it also allows people to display for the entire world just exactly how ignorant, moronic, and hateful they can truly be. It's entirely possible that "gopconservative94" thinks it's funny to write that and doesn't even believe it; thinks it's just the greatest excuse to write something outrageous and ridiculous and unacceptable. Doesn't even consider the fact that it hurts people. Of course there is also the very real and very frightening possibility that he/she means it. Don't kid yourself and think that racism is dead in the south or anywhere else for that matter.
I just wish that people would show a little more respect for this event and those affected by it. Even seven years later, no one would DARE make a comment this blatantly horrible about 9/11. Not that I think they should, nothing of the sort. I just find the contrast a little baffling. We've done everything short of making September 11th a national holiday. I say "August 29th" and people are like, oh, is that this Friday? I guess Labor Day's coming up! Doesn't ring even the most vague of bells. We're approaching just the third anniversary of Katrina, and there are people in Louisiana and Mississippi who went to bed last night in FEMA trailers, but somehow the rest of the country has forgotten that the storm ever happened. Is the collective memory truly this short?
Everyone in New Orleans thinks about Katrina every day. It's impossible not to - drive much of anywhere in the city outside of uptown or the French Quarter and you're bound to pass houses that are still sitting gutted, or even just boarded up and marked with spray painted search group day-glow x's, water line clearly visible. There, on the news, they still show clips of the flooding. But those aren't the people who need to see them.
My mom wanted me to send her a copy of the zine. I told her no. And she was all, why? And I told her it would upset her. And she said, no it wouldn't. And then I reminded her that when I sent her a set of letterpress prints, some of which had words or phrases related to Katrina, she called me up crying. And that this is a 44 page zine of writing with visual aids about nothing but the storm. And she was like, oh, yeah, you're right I'm not ready.
She's never going to be ready.