The Media’s Negative Affect on Post-Katrina

March 3, 2008 at 5:01 am (Politics, The Media, Thoughts, Travel) (, , , , , )

The media affected the rebuilding of Louisiana during post-Katrina due to the negative portrayal of the African-American citizens. With all the attention that the area received during the hurricane, and the publicity of the destruction, one would think that the rebuilding effort would have been stronger. Even though the Civil Rights movement in the 1960’s fought to destroy these types of negative connotations brought upon African-Americans, the media still seems to look for harmful news involving the people. Throughout the years, no matter the situation, African-Americans have been targeted in ways that seem to be unhelpful in fighting for their rights, even today. With the media’s negative portrayal of the people, it seemed less was done in order to help rebuild their cities and ways of life after such a ferocious force hit and destroyed Louisiana.

From August 23rd to the 31st, the Caribbean area was devastated by Hurricane Katrina, the one of the most destructive hurricanes to hit the area in history. The government’s response to the hurricane was delayed, which proved to be controversial in the long run due to the amount of devastation caused by the storm. FEMA, lead then by Michael Brown, was slow to react in the processing of the evacuation plans that had been set up by the US Coast Guard and National Hurricane Center, or the NHC. While the NHC was tracking the storm, they found that their predictions of its landfall being in Florida were wrong, and recalculated the storm to be headed for Louisiana. Unfortunately, this change in the prediction did not help the residents of the area. A concern that arose at the same time were the levees, flood zones, and hurricane barriers would hold up to such a storm. Being the age of such protection structures, many experts expected failure to occur, and informed Local and Federal governments of such predications. The damage that was caused by the hurricane making downfall cost over 81 billion dollars in 2005, with a total of 1,836 fatalities. This Category 5 hurricane caused eighty percent of the city of New Orleans to be submerged in water, and over 23,000 citizens were forced to stay in the Superdome, the cities stadium, for the duration of the storm.

We ran out of food and water, just like everybody else. SO we ventured down and we went into one of the stores. People don’t understand. When you’re desperate, you’ve got to be resourceful. We tried to get some food. So we looted. – Nadeline Jarmon, Ph.D., Executive Director of the New Orleans Housing Authority, Katrina survivor (Dyson 140)

During the storm, the people of Louisiana and all the surrounding affected states were suffering. With the failure of FEMA to bring in the necessary food and supplies for the survivors, residents of all race, age, gender, and creed began to look for any way to survive. These survivors were not trying to steal to get rich or make a profit. These survivors were trying to do just that what the label say- survive. Unfortunately, the media that had swarmed into the area not even hours after the storm saw a completely different picture. Broadcasting images to the world, showing the aftermath of the storm, the media was then in control and there was nobody there to stop them. As they would walk around the destroyed towns and cites, they would film these acts of survival, but twist the story when reporting to the nation. The media was not trying to survive, so they had no idea what it was like, what the other people were going through just to get nutrients and fresh water. The media, for the most part, was then clueless of exactly what was going on around them. Always on the look out for the next big scandal, the images being broadcasted to televisions around the United States would be of what was reported as looting and mayhem.

A young man walks through chest deep flood water after looting a grocery store in New Orleans on Tuesday, Aug. 20, 2005. Flood waters continue to rise in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina did extensive damage when it made landfall on Monday – Associated Press

Captions such as these littered the print media under pictures of black residents walking with food and other necessary items in their hands that were needed for survival. The fact that the people of these affected areas were scrounging for food to survive with the failure of FEMA to provide the necessary provisions was displayed not as an act of survival, but as an act of stealing.

The media’s role in framing blacks as outlaws and savages achieved a rare blatancy when it endlessly looped on television the same few frames of stranded blacks “looting” for food and other items, largely survival (Dyson 166)

This is not to say that there were not individuals out there that were taking advantage of the lawless areas, but for the most part, the people were just trying to survive. With the media broadcasting images of this “looting”, and unconfirmed reports coming back saying that chaos had erupted, the government began to focus more of its attention on the “crimes” and less on helping the people. Police from other states were deputized in Louisiana, troops from the National Guard and Army 82nd Airborne were brought in to take control of the city. Unfortunately, for the mot part, these resources were misused, and despite the overall sense of care being shared by the citizens of New Orleans, these so-called peacekeepers continues to look for conflict. The media tagged along with the troops on their searches, and when someone was caught breaking the law, it became the biggest news that instance.

The people around America watched this storm as it was being reported throughout the whole ordeal. With these negative issues being displayed, the overall feeling was that help was needed, be it in the form of volunteer work or money and food donations. Relief funds were set up left and right, and people began to help. But the authorities were not allowing most people to enter the affected areas to help. They still felt that it was too dangerous, too lawless, in order to protect anyone. The media continued to portray the black citizens of the areas in a negative manner, and the authorities did not do their own investigation to these allegations being broadcasted over the news. Sadly, the relief began to back up and stay undistributed for weeks after the storm. The generosity of the American people allowed for a continuous stream of needed supplies, foods, and money to poor in, but all these relief items would stop at the authorities door. Everywhere from the Red Cross to FEMA to the independent charities, these needed supplies were being squandered until the officials in charge felt that the citizens, mainly blacks, were in control and no longer “lawless”.

My only challenge is with the news media. Because they’re making blacks look [bad with] the few thugs and knuckleheads they’ve shown at the Astrodome and the Superdome. And that’s not a correct portrayal of the majority of black people that are here from New Orleans. We don’t mind working; we’re looking for jobs. Unfortunately, though, the media only likes to show the negative side of the African American community. We’re a lot stronger and more intelligent than what’s being shown. And I think through this [disaster] people are going to start seeing that. – Dwayne Woodfox, Katrina survivor (Dyson 140)

Overall, the relief of the citizens of New Orleans and surrounding areas was a bigger disaster than could ever be described on paper. Supplies were backed up to the point of running out of storage space, distribution was limited to areas deemed “safe” by authorities with no other information other than what was reported over the news, and money was squandered by relief agencies. While the blame can be put on everyone from the Mayor of New Orleans to the President of the United States to the untrained relief workers, the fact remains that the media was in more control than anyone else. They reported the news that they felt would cause controversy, even if it was not fact based. These reports were sometimes all the authorities had and could get, so using this information, they held off. If the media had portrayed every citizen, be it they were black or white or Hispanic or Native American or oriental, all in an equal matter, showing them trying to survive, the story would be different. Unfortunately, the media’s lust for controversy did not allow for this to happen, and because of that, less was done in in rebuilding of lives of the people of Louisiana.

Bibliography

Dyson, Michael Eric. Come Hell or High Water. Cambridge,

MA: Basic Civitas, 2006.

Giroux, Henry A. . Stormy Weather. Boulder, CO: Paradigm

Publishers, 2006.

Zillman, Bryant. Media Effects. Hillsdale, NJ: Lawrence Erlbaum

Associates, Publishers, 2006.

Vollen, Lola, and Chris Ying. Voices from the Storm. San

Francisco: McSweeney’s Books, 2006.

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Alice falling down the hole…

December 7, 2007 at 7:46 am (Blogroll, Rant, Thoughts)

While just my freshman year, I can understand now the stresses involved with finals time in college. With professors being vague at times about test, assigning work that seems pointless and overwhelming, and an overall feeling that an A is the only thing one will not be seeing at the end of the year, all I can think about is how much I want to burn every one of my school books from this past semester. Is this what I have to look forward to over the next few years. Holy hell, this sucks. That is all I can really day. I feel like Alice, falling down the hole, but this time, I wont be seeing the bottom anytime soon. Just falling and falling in a never ending trip to finally make it to the end. Soon, I will be there. Soon.

On a side note, has anyone seen my mind? I have seemed to have lost it.

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One Writer’s Beginnings

December 5, 2007 at 10:06 pm (Examples of Writings, General)

This is one of my favorite little essays I have written in a while. Just an example of my work. Enjoy.

Do you remember the days when you would read a novel and would lose track of all time? The time when reading was more for self-exploration than homework assignments, being a form of entertainment rather than a time-consuming obligation in order to better one’s grade. The memories will flood back as you remember what it was like to be young, and at times, wish for present to be same. In Eudora Welty’s essay One Writer’s Beginnings, you are sent on a roller coaster of memories making you fall in love with the past once again.

While we were young and innocent, books represented a reality that was beyond our door. The countless adventures that could be had with each one of the books, be it through the Encyclopedia Britannica or the old tattered Mark Twain novels, was almost overwhelming. You were in love with the idea of losing yourself to one of these books, exploring the world through its many pages, and coming back with a desire for more. The emotions of the main characters would be shared by you, and as your read page by page, you grew closer and more familiar. You didn’t just read these stories; you would be right there in the middle of it all, an observer to another reality. You would hear everything from the babble of the creek to the birds overhead. The authors of these magnificent gateways would fill your mind with senses and feelings you had never experienced before, and you would come back with the most amazing of memories.  So let this essay be your guide into the past.

This essay is a gateway to the acknowledgment of the willful ignorance of youth to believe that the fantastic and imaginary could be real. As Daniel Rosson once said, “I loved being a child because I could believe that Peter Pan could be the kid next door…and that would be badass”. It was a sad day when we all realized “that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass” (Welty 607). Even with this realization, we all still have that favorite book. Some may have left it at home, while others brought it with them to college. After reading this essay, those of us that have not been as lucky to have that prized book in our possession are lead to desire for just one last chance to read its torn and tattered pages.

Growing up, your senses opened up and you discovered the world through your favorite stories. Books were everywhere, with hundreds, if not thousands, of different journeys for you to take. You could walk into your parent’s study and find shelves filled with many different works of fiction, each one a gateway to a new journey in life, and wonder what it would be like just to read all of them. The world you discovered in these tales, ever changing, gave you something new to wonder about and explore at your convenience. There will still linger in everybody that little piece of their past and their childhood adventures and Eudora Welty’s essay bridges that gap and allows your childhood past and adventures to surface

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Bunny’s revenge…

November 17, 2007 at 6:06 am (Rant, Thoughts)

Random conversation of the day was between myself and my friend Matt involving Easter. Has anyone ever thought of the significance of the holiday, how it started, and the all the crap about the bunnies and the eggs? Well, here is a little history lesson, boys and girls. The idea of the bunnies and eggs, and their relation to easter, comes about from the Pagan religion in Germany, where the both were related back to to the concept of fertility. Since spring is the time of new birth, the common relation was natural. Now, from what I have learned, and could be wrong, when some of the ideas and concepts of the Pagans were mixed into the Christian faith, the idea of continuing on this belief was shared among many Church leaders. Hence, how Easter, the celebration of Jesus’ rebirth, is related back to bunnies and eggs.

Ironic how a Pagan belief, which was scorned and almost destroyed by the Church, shares such practices.

Which brings me to this comic below, that can be found on this webcomic

But soon, there will be revenge ….

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Sadly though, the real Easter Bunny has been found dead on the side of a hill….

Have a great night

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Some new logos…

November 16, 2007 at 4:41 pm (Photoshopping)

Well, the brother wants new colors for his company logo. Nothing too fancy, but here we go

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I am leaning towards the one below, as I like the almost coffee look to the colors….

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Just some thoughts

November 16, 2007 at 4:50 am (Thoughts)

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of because words diminish them…words shrink things that seemed limitless in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst I think…when a secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but a want for an understanding ear.” -Steven King

No other collection of words could truly put together the feelings and thoughts I have. I wish I could formulate a response, but I feel anything I say about the subject would be lost in the depth of this quote. So take it as you will, and understand how I am. Only few will ever see through the walls surrounding my life.

Next thought:
My future tattoo, minus the clouds….what do you think? I took the picture while living in Japan. The tattoo would be in memory of my grandmother who passed away last July, as our last trip together was to Washington DC and we saw the cherry blossoms blooming. Hence, the significance.

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Final thought:

I think I drink too much coffee.

That is all.  Time for me to go.

Listening to: Santana ft. Chad Kroeger – Into the Night

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Hello? Can I wake up now?

November 16, 2007 at 1:41 am (Thoughts) (, )

Lately I have realized that for the most part, I do not know what day it is at any given time. On some days, I feel like I am in a trance-like state, going from class to class, from task to task, without any brainpower being used. Other days I feel like my life is in fast-forward and all I am doing is trying to catch up. I have expereienced similar sensations, but not for years. Two times in the past, for that matter. Boot camp and my deployment to Iraq. The easiest way to describe it all is one moment I am getting there, then a huge blur occurs, and then I am getting ready to leave. The moments, the memories, of everything between all become packed into one. I cannot tell you when specific events happened, or recognize the differences between each event, no matter the significance. While not necessarily a trance-like state then due to the severity of the situations I was in, the world around me kept going without me. This is the hardest thing to describe, but the best way to say it is like I am the caged animal looking out, watching everything change around me, while my world, my habitat, my life, stays the same. These sensations do not frighten me, as nothing bad has come of them. It is the realization of these feelings that bring me more comfort than anything. Almost a sign to myself that maybe I am not crazy after all.

Will someone please open my cage and let me out? I want to see what all the commotion is about.

Listening to: Rob Dougan – Clubbed to Death

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What I want to see from my President…

November 15, 2007 at 1:37 am (Politics, Rant)

Sadly, I am not impressed at all with the candidates of the 2008 Presidential election. As a matter of fact, I am more scared of the individuals involved with these upcoming elections. So, I have come up with a list of the traits that I want to see in a candidate. Realistic or not, this candidate would get my support 100%.

I want to a candidate that would:

  • Supports a small government
  • Supports women’s rights and their rights to choose
  • Supports a strong military, but will not attack unless physically provoked
  • Someone that holds the American people accountable for their actions, putting a higher limit on welfare and the amount of time it can be recieved
  • Someone who gives back to the country, keeping the people informed of the issues at hand
  • Someone who will reform Congress and the Senate
    • Hold the elected individuals accountable for their actions in both houses, such as with attendance.
    • Limit spending or governmental money that is unnecessary towards the job of the representatives
    • Lower the salaries of the individual representatives and make it harder for raises to be voted for
  • Someone that will support a “Green” America
    • More support for research into eco-friendly technology
    • More suppot for eco-friendly companies

In the end, I guess it’s a little too much to ask for a perfect moderate. Someone in the middle. Maybe someday we will see this government stop screwing the American people over. Both parties scare me. Both parties have policies that only come across as failures about to happen. Maybe someday it will change.

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Getting to Boot Camp

October 15, 2007 at 12:07 am (Politics) (, , )

Statistically, one percent of the American population can meet the physical standards that the United States Marine Corps requires, and of that one percent, only ten percent will ever attempt the process of becoming a Marine. Most future Marines make the decision to actually go through with the process during their senior year, and for many, it is the first big life-changing decision they have ever made. From the recruiting process to the paperwork needed and actually shipping out to boot camp, the process of becoming a Marine is a long, drawn out process that for some is too much to handle.

 For a teenager to make a decision that will end up changing his or her life, and be comfortable with the idea of the change, displays a sense of maturity that most their age have never had to display. The idea of signing up for a job, which being a Marine technically is, that will end up changing everything one knows about the world is a very difficult decision. Everything from the recruiters and their speeches that they make, to the research one does on the side, and even the social acceptance of joining the armed forces, affects the final decision for an individual. Some join up to get away from the home, others to see the world, and even more do it for the life-changing experience. After coming to the conclusion that being a Marine is what is best, one must survive the long, drawn out process of all the paperwork and interviews that must be completed before shipping out. After all is said and done, you are given a ticket to California, or South Carolina if east of the Mississippi River, and you fly out to what is to become the start of a whole new life.

The anticipation of the wait is almost unbearable. You arrive early morning at the airport, awaiting the bus that will take you to the start of what will be the hardest thing you have ever done. Early morning comes around, the sun still not up, and the bus arrives with a lone passenger aboard. Off steps the first glimpse of the months to come, a large, imposing figure that strikes fear in even the most determined of individuals. At this point in time, a wave of regret comes over you, and you start to wonder if this exactly what you wanted to do, especially for the next 3 months.

The start of the three month ordeal starts on the infamous “Yellow Footprints” outside the main building. With Drill Instructors running around constantly, yelling and screaming, the process of getting your inducted into boot camp begins. Starting with the haircut that makes you look like everyone else, to being issued your uniforms and gear needed for the next 3 months, you go through what can only be described as orchestrated chaos. At this point in time, one loses their true identity and becomes a recruit along with everyone else in the same process. You are assigned units and sent off to huge rooms to await training. Around this time, the recruit has been awake for over 24 hours and is emotionally and physically drained. And this is all just the first day.

Through it all, the most difficult part of getting to boot camp is accepting the change in your life. For some, this change comes easy, but most go through a sense of regret and almost back out of the process. The difficulty is there for a reason as in to ensure that the individuals that show up for training truly want to be there and want to become Marines. This allows the quality of the Marines, the final product in a sense, to be top notch, as they are then apart of the most elite military force the United States has.

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A little trip to South Korea

July 15, 2007 at 6:58 am (Photography, Travel)

Within a week of landing on the island of Okinawa, I was packing my bags and getting ready for a deployment to the Republic of Korea (RoK) for a month or so. While not a very exciting trip in itself, it did open my eyes even more to how amazingly lucky we Americans are with the lifestyles we lead. The country itself was amazing and full of life, and the people were wonderful to work with. Aside from the fact that most my photos got lost in a glitch with my old camera, it was a fairly nice trip. Here are a few photos from the trip over on the boat (which allowed me to see an amazing sunset at sea) and a few of my other favorites.

Korea, itself, is a very fast paced, jam-packed nation. It shows everywhere from the supermarket to the city streets.

 

Unfortunatley, due to technolog hating me, I have very few pictures of this country. Here are a few parting shots of the group I was with and I getting ready to leave on the boat.

And the boat. Our escape, if you will.

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