The Stink in the Streets

When the body count is finally taken in New Orleans, don't believe for a minute that every bloated corpse that floats to the surface is the result of the hurricane. We already know that the walk-in freezer at the Superdome is stuffed with murder victims, many elderly, and including a five year old gang-rape victim. With a relatively small sports arena crawling with scum that could commit such acts, how creative does one have to be to imagine the opportunities on a much wider scale presented by the social chaos during the storm. New Orleans in general, and the 9th Ward in particular, is an often ruthless, lawless ghetto town, even under the best of conditions. How many vendetta killings, gang hits, payback homicides, and rape/murders occurred as the streets flooded with putrid water?

In these neighborhoods, filled with contemptible people so dependent on the government that they cannot muster enough personal accountability to evacuate a doomed city and save their own lives, there exists the perfect opportunity for the wolves to eat the sheep, and the sheep have no common sense of personal preservation, having lived so long on the largesse of others. Even the police abandoned these people after the storm, pulled back by their own chief who said it was "too dangerous" for search and rescue and law enforcement. Up to a third of New Orleans officers simply quit, refusing to report for duty, or stole squad cars to run away. Where else, at any other time in America's modern history, have we heard of such a thing? But New Orleans, and other urban black areas, are uniquely un-American, festering in a destructive culture of dependency, resentment, selfishness and instant gratification that has ruined them, and many are not worth protecting. Even the New Orleans police know it. Even the black New Orleans police officers know it.

Angry black commentators and despicable black legislators who insist that more government intervention would have prevented the violent outbreaks of jungle law are simply and desperately attempting to deflect and camouflage what they cannot dare allow the world to see: an entire city, devoid of American values, hopelessly dependent, purposefully ignorant, unrepentantly self-centered and ethnocentric, unwilling to integrate into mainstream culture, and dangerously reminiscent of other third-world communities on the verge of constant anarchy. And black leaders do nothing to change any of this.

I certainly hope Maxine Waters and Sheila Jackson Lee, and every other liberal black-enabler are proud of what they have wrought. Some of the stink in the streets of New Orleans is because of them.