It must be human nature to stare at those things that are deformed, disfigured, scarred or otherwise twisted out of shape. This explains car wreck rubbernecks and the uncomfortable uneasiness that falls upon a person unfamiliar with someone with a severe disability. We want to stare, if to reflect, to understand, to imagine…So I was drawn to see the backside of New Orleans. And I felt as if I was impolitely gawking at a tragedy that can't go away. Was this America? And I know I didn’t see the worst.
In the early morning glow of dawn I sought the bleak streets. But when I walked the streets in the French Quarter and had some degenerate ask me to....well, I decided to head back to the airport.
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