I’m exhausted right now.  Being unemployed for a full month is draining, lemme tell ya.  Then, it’s the last BBQ holiday of the year, and I can’t find a grill to mooch from.  It’s like 10,000 spoons when all I need is a knife.
(Notice that’s not ironic, I don’t think.  It’s just a bad break.  That song could have been more accurate if the hook went, “that’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?”)
That said, this isn’t as exhausted as I was during Katrina.  My daddy’s from Louisiana, just about everybody on that side of the family went to Southern in Baton Rouge, and I grew up on the Gulf Coast.  The initial concern was making sure all my folks got out okay.  They did, thought not all my folks could say the same thing about their people.
The exhaustion reached critical mass for me at seeing what the shameful negligence of the federal government.  Those folks that see Obama getting this nomination and marveling at how far America has come need to get a grip.  Yes, it’s been decades since Bull Connor was sicking the dogs on us and black folks were actually considered by both laymen and scientists to be subhuman.  
But you know what?  Katrina was just 2005.  The shit that really matters, living up to the spirit of the 14th amendment, is still light years behind.  The images of those black people — a staggering proportion of which were dark-skinned, it should be noted — trying to survive in sci-fi conditions brought me to tears.  These were real humans trying to survive in water with fucking nutria rats.  In real life, no CGI.  And while this went on, Wal-Mart got to New Orleans before the federal government.  I’ve never been more embarrassed of those entrusted to provide basic humanity to us all, and I’ve never been more disheartened about where I stood as an American.  
The most treacherous natural disaster in the history of this country hits, and folks are wasting time wagging their fingers at people for not leaving early?  It’s 20,000 leagues under the sea, and you’re concerned that people are boosting at Wal-Mart?  Please.
Now, the government would never do that to me.  I grew up with a decent amount of money.  I live in a neighborhood that, while riiiiiight by the ‘hood, would be taken care of if a natural disaster hit Durham, N.C.
But let me go a little longer without a steady job and see how that would work out.  I’d be on the other side of 147 leaving voicemails at City Hall, not knowing that they got the hell out of Dodge before the gunfight even started.
Yes, Katrina was as much about class as it was race.  But, as Steve Harvey once said, we’re all a couple of bad decisions away from being out on the street.  For that reason, I could easily see myself cooking on one of those roofs in the Lower 9th.  There was no way I could see what happened after the levees broke and not take that personally.  I’m not forgiving anyone any time soon, either.
Thankfully, Gustav dropped down to a Category 2 and didn’t hit the city directly.
Do I think the federal government would handle things as poorly as it did three years ago?  No.
Do I want to find out if I’m right?  Hell no.
The folks in Louisiana are surely breathing the loudest sighs of relief right now.  But I’ve had enough conversations with people that felt as personally attached to the folks in New Orleans as I did to know that there are a lot more people exhaling, too.