Is it me, or does it seem like every time the people of Louisiana are imperiled by a disaster, the Feds’ “fix” is dispersants? I think we have a dispersants problem.
Hear me out. Remember Katrina?
The Feds sprayed charter school dispersants on and dismantled our public schools system, and expected that would make failing schools and undereducated kids disappear.
The Feds sprayed affordable housing dispersants on and demolished our public housing, and expected that would make dilapidated housing and concentrated poverty disappear.
The Feds sprayed private care dispersants on and shuttered our pubic hospital, and expected that would make indigent healthcare disappear.
Now, the Feds have sprayed chemical dispersants on and further contaminated our gulf waters, and expect that will make the oil spill disappear.
Hmmm...let’s see: We still have failed schools and undereducated kids and, because of the charter-school dispersants, we now have a juvenile crime crisis. We still have dilapidated housing and concentrated poverty and, because of the affordable housing dispersants, we now have a homeless population crisis. We still have second-rate healthcare and, because of your healthcare dispersants, we’ve lost our regional public hospital.
We still have an oil problem in the gulf and, because of the chemical dispersants, we now have a looming public health crisis.
Hey, Feds – NEWS FLASH: There is no magical elixir for the man-made problems that ail us. No matter how much you spray, these problems don’t disappear, they simply resurface, with unintended consequences.
So don’t ‘sperse me, bro! Ask us folks directly affected by these problems how to solve them. Hell, we can’t do worse than DOE, HUD, DHH, or EPA/BP. Seriously.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Don't 'Sperse Me Bro!, by Tracie Washington
Labels:
BP,
Dispersants,
EPA,
Health Care Equity,
Housing,
Nola Public Records,
Oil
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Dear Ms. Washington:
My wife and myself have been talking about your comment all evening.
You have to market this phrase on a tee shirt or something. The phrase is like the sun with the smile on it.
Keep up the great work.
Sigma Soul
Baltimore,MD
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