First, let me thank many of you for your thoughts and prayers during a very sad time here in the United States. If you've seen the news, you probably know that we are experiencing the worst natural disaster in all of American history. Hurricane Katrina has devastated Louisiana, Mississippi, and much of Alabama.
Hundreds (potentially thousands) are feared dead and thousands of families are homeless. A much-loved American city and one steeped in history and great mystique, New Orleans, lies in ruin under 20 feet of water . . . and the worst is not over. I was here in Washington when 9-11 happened and many of the feelings I felt then, I feel now—a total lack of control, overwhelming powerlessness, profound sadness.
Somehow though, this feels even worse. There is no one to blame. There is no real explanation that makes sense. The loss of individual lives on 9-11 may be greater, but the complete destruction of cities and towns—in some coastal communities there is literally nothing left anywhere—and the complete loss of everything for so many, is almost unfathomable. Hundreds of thousands of families have absolutely nothing to go home to.
And some, many actually, were too poor to evacuate. They had no way to get out and no where to go. Many died. Many are still being rescued. Even today, bodies are still floating in the cities because the priority remains focused on rescue.
Thanks again for your notes of concern. I'm OK and my close friends and family all seem to be OK now. You've probably seen pictures of what I'm discussing, but It helps me to know you all are out there. It gives me a greater sense of connection. Thanks for being there.