La cifra oficial de muertos por el Katrina se eleva a casi 900

Y mira que a mi me da en la nariz que casi todos los muertos son gente de raza negra........

No se, a lo mejor soy un asqueroso racista neonazi como alguno de los fascistas nietos de los asesinos franquistas de la Guerra Civil....... pero el racismo y el machismo existen, y para muestra este boton.....

Desgraciadamente, Belial, todavia hay gente fascista, fanática y cerrada en mente y sobretodo inculta, muuuuy inculta como para hablar de hechos históricos que no tienen nada que ver unos con otros, definirlos despectivamente omitiendo lo que les interesa y encima realizar este tipo de comentarios despectivos cuando ni habrá leido un pequeño parrafo de historia.
Desgraciadamente, la ignorancia esta muy arraigada, se puede eliminar la ignorancia de alguien que sabe que lo es, pero eliminarla de alguien que habla sin saber y encima se cree que sabe, es harto dificil.
Eres la ignorancia en persona, mis mas profundas lamentaciones, Belial.
"Tres clases hay de ignorancia: no saber lo que debiera saberse, saber mal lo que se sabe y saber lo que no debiera saberse"

Precisamente el 67% de la poblacion de New Orleans es afro-americano. O sea que por lo menos dos tercios de los muertos deben ser negros (el articulo menciona el no. de muertos en Luisiana pero no solo en New Orleans).

Asi que Belial tiene razon: casi todos los muertos son negros (asi ha de ser matematicamente). Belial es racista, seguro, pero en este case tambien tendra razon.

Pero donde estan los como minimo 10.000 muertos que decian que habia nuestros maravillosos medios de manupulacion??? Igual el malvado señor bush los ha hecho desaparecer...
En fin, me encanta como se dan las noticias aqui y en los medios de comunicacion estadounidenses...

Anticapullos de alelí.-

Nif, nif,......... Me ha hecho llorar tu mensaje, realmente me emociona ver gente tan comprometida con su causa...... Esa que dice que los negros son los primeros en sufrir las consecuencias de un desastre natural, o que si alguien tiene que ir a la carcel es más probable que sea negro, o que la palabra negro es despectiva de por si,.......

De todas maneras prefiero ser un ignorante a ser educadada en las doctrinas del Glorioso Movimiento.......... Como otros/as....

A mi no me parece que esto sea un caso de racismo, yo creo que la verdadera diferencia entre la vida y la muerte de esta gente es la riqueza y la edad.

La mayoría de fallecidos serán negros por que es el colectivo más pobre de Nueva Orleans y con más residentes en las zonas inundadas, junto con las personas mayores y enfermos de hospitales por ser los más frágiles y dependientes de ayuda externa a la hora de afrontar las consecuencias del Katrina.

PD: La cifra de 10.000 muertos la dijo el propio alcalde de Nueva Orleans, cuando se hizo una primera estimación de las bajas al cuarto día de inundaciones.

Gracias Susana. Muy buena esa historia.

yo no me creo lo de los novecientos muertos, lo mismo que no me creí los dosmil y pico de las torres gemelas (recuerdo que en ellas trabajaban cerca de 8.000 personas) ¿que paso ese dia, que no fue nadie a trabajar?

los americanos manipulan las cifras como les conviene y en este caso, como en el otro, a mas muertos mayor sensacion de fracaso, por eso los ocultan

y una reflexion ¿ a santo de que han enviado 25.000 sacos para contener cadaveres?

otro error de Buhs, seguramente

FFm,

Afortunadamente el 11-S mucha gente evacuo antes de que las torres cayeran. No creo que en ese numero de victimas hayan mentido. Es muy dificil.

En Nueva Orleans quizas si sea mas facil, ya que habria muchos ilegales y no registrados. Aun asi, la mayoria de la gente tiene familias que reclamaran. Sinceramente, si han muerto 900 en vez de 10000, pues mucho mejor. No hay que dejar que el desacuerdo y repulsa hacia la administracion Bush te convierta en el mismo tipo de monstruo... lo digo porque pareces que te alegraras si las cifras suben.

Sean las cifras que sean, lo que ha pasado es vergonzoso. Una ciudad entera destruida. Un dirigente del FEMA cuya mayor experiencia era organizar espectaculos de caballos. Las tropas que tardan 5 dias en llegar. La policia que en vez de abrir las puertas de los supermercados para distribuir comida, dispara a matar a los que intentan sobrevivir...

No hacen falta 10000 muertos para ver la incopetencia infinita.

He visto que el anterior comentario lo han borrado. Hago un pequeño resumen. Es la version de dos medicos de California que estuvieron varios dias sin poder de salir de Nueva Orleans. Describen el caos de la situacion, la desperacion de los afectados, la mano dura de la policia, las mentiras de las autoridades, explica los "robos" y los robos de verdad, y expresa la admiracion por los trabajadores (mecanicos, enfermeras...) que dieron toda su energia para salvar vidas (mientras las tropas no llegaban).

Extractos de Hurricane Katrina - Our Experiences by Paramedics Larry Bradsahw and Lorrie Beth Slonsky


Tuesday 06 September 2005

Two days after Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans, the Walgreen's store at the corner of Royal and Iberville streets remained locked. The dairy display case was clearly visible through the widows. It was now 48 hours without electricity, ru nning water, plumbing. The milk, yogurt,
and cheeses were beginning to spoil in the 90-degree heat. The owners and managers had locked up the food, water, pampers, and prescriptions and fled the City. Outside Walgreen's windows, residents and tourists grew increasingly thirsty and hungry.

The much-promised federal, state and local aid never materialized and the windows at Walgreen's gave way to the looters. There was an alternative. The cops could have broken one small window and distributed the nuts, fruit juices, and bottle water in an organized and systematic manner. But they did not. Instead they spent hours playing cat and
mouse, temporarily chasing away the looters.

We suspect the media will have been inundated with "hero" images of the National Guard, the troops and the police struggling to help the "victims" of the Hurricane. What you will not see, but what we witnessed, were the real heroes and sheroes of the hurricane relief
effort: the working class of New Orleans. The maintenance workers who used a fork lift to carry the sick and disabled. The engineers, who rigged, nurtured and kept the generators running. The electricians
who improvised thick extension cords stretching over blocks to share the little electricity we had in order to free cars stuck on rooftop parking lots. Nurses who took over for mechanical ventilators and spent many hours on end manually forcing air into the lungs of unconscious patients to keep them alive. Doormen who rescued folks stuck in elevators.
Refinery workers who brok e into boat yards, "stealing" boats to rescue
their neighbors clinging to their roofs in flood waters. Mechanics who helped hot-wire any car that could be found to ferry people out of the City. And the food service workers who scoured the commercial kitchens, improvising communal meals for hundreds of those stranded.

Most of these workers had lost their homes, and had not heard from
members of their families, yet they stayed and provided the only infrastructure for the 20% of New Orleans that was not under water.

On Day 2, there were approximately 500 of us left in the hotels in the French Quarter. We were a mix of foreign tourists, conference attendees like ourselves, and locals who had checked into hotels for
safety and shelter from Katrina. Some of us had cell phone contact with family and friends outside of New Orleans. We were repeatedly told that all sorts of resources including the National Guard and scores of buses were pouring in to the City. The buses and the other resources
must have been invisible because none of us had seen them.

We decided we had to save ourselves. So we pooled our money and came
up with $25,000 to have ten buses come and take us out of the City.
Those who did not have the requisite $45.00 for a ticket were subsidized
by those who did have extra money. We waited for 48 hours for the buses,
spending the last 12 hours standing outside, sharing the limited water,
food, and clothes we had. We created a priority boarding area for the sick, elderly and new born babies. We waited late into the night for the "imminent" arrival of the buses. The buses never arrived. We later
learned that the minute the arrived to the City limits, they were commandeered by the military.

By day 4 our hotels had run out of fuel and water. Sanitation was dangerously abysmal. As the desperation and despair increased, street crime as well as water levels began to rise. The hotels turned us out and locked their doors, telling us that the "officials" told us to report to the convention center to wait for more buses. As we entered the center of the City, we finally encountered the National Guard. The Guards told us we would not be allowed into the Superdome as the City's
primary shelter had descended into a humanitarian and health hellhole.
The guards further told us that the City's only other shelter, the Convention Center, was also descending into chaos and squalor and that
the police were not allowing anyone else in. Quite naturally, we asked,
"If we can't go to the only 2 shelters in the City, what was our
alternative?" The guards told us that that was our problem, and no they
did not have extra water to give to us. This would be the start of our
numerous encounters with callous and hostile "law enforcement".

We walked to the police command center at Harrah 's on Canal Street
and were told the same thing, that we were on our own, and no they did
not have water to give us. We now numbered several hundred. We held a
mass meeting to decide a course of action. We agreed to camp outside the
police command post. We would be plainly visible to the media and would
constitute a highly visible embarrassment to the City officials. The
police told us that we could not stay. Regardless, we began to settle in
and set up camp. In short order, the police commander came across the
street to address our group. He told us he had a solution: we should
walk to the Pontchartrain Expressway and cross the greater New Orleans
Bridge where the police had buses lined up to take us out of the City.
The crowed cheered and began to move. We called everyone back and explained to the commander that there had been lots of misinformation and wrong information and was he sure that there were buses waiting for us. The commander turned to the crowd and stated emphatically, "I swear to you that the buses are there."

We organized ourselves and the 200 of us set off for the bridge with great excitement and hope. As we marched pasted the convention center, many locals saw our determined and optimistic group and asked where we were headed. We told them about the great news. Families immediately grabbed their few belongings and quickly our numbers doubled and then doubled again. Babies in strollers now joined us, people using crutches,
elderly clasping walkers and others people in wheelchairs. We marched
the 2-3 miles to the freeway and up the steep incline to the Bridge. It now began to pour down rain, but it did not dampen our enthusiasm.

As we approached the bridge, armed Gretna sheriffs formed a line across the foot of the bridge. Before we were close enough to speak, they began firing their weapons over our heads. This sent the crowd fleeing in various directions.

Y la historia continua. Pero no pongo mas para que no borren el mensaje.

Espero que esta situacion no se repita en ningun pais.