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When Hurricane Katrina hit, I was 21 years old. I remember having two feelings about it through the drunken haze of being 21, neither of them good: Fear – aren’t most of the people down there poor and/or black? This is going to be nightmarish; no one cares about them. Confusion – I get thatContinue reading “Sometimes the Only Adult in the Room Kills All Their Kids”