I was just remarking to someone the other day that it's only a matter of time until Trump has his own Katrina, and that he'd almost certainly botch the response to it.
I didn't have any way of knowing that such an event would take place in a mere matter of days, even though hurricane season was rapidly approaching (as if it were a hurricane), because there's no way of knowing a hurricane is about to hit until shortly before it happens.
Case in point, I had no idea, going into this past weekend, that there would be a hurricane and severe flooding in Houston. But by the time I wrote this, yesterday evening, the city was already fucked the fuck up. And supposedly the rain isn't even half over.
People didn't have very much time to evacuate, and many people weren't about to evacuate anyway, for various reasons. Some of them were either too old or too poor (or both) to get into a car and drive somewhere else, not unlike many of the people who ended up stuck in New Orleans during Katrina.
And then there's the fact that this is Texas we're talking about. I don't have any way of proving this scientifically, but I'd be willing to bet that Houston has a disproportionate number of people who could have evacuated but instead chose to ride this one out, despite having been told in no uncertain terms to get the fuck out of there.
By Sunday, they didn't have any choice in the matter. Literally all of the highways out of town are flooded. If the few aerial shots I saw on CNN are any indication, the entire city is flooded. People are being instructed to go up on their roofs and wait for what appears to be about eight rescue boats, for a notoriously sprawling city. (Arcade Fire even wrote a song about it.)
A few ostensibly helpful people on Twitter made it a point to note that people shouldn't go into their attics, because you end up stuck in there and rescue crews can't find you. That must be where they found a lot of dead people in the days and weeks after Hurricane Katrina. Tropical Storm Harvey could end up being even worse, before it's all said and done with. I'm not looking forward to hearing about it. In a sense, I'm the real victim here.
Other helpful people on Twitter are suggesting you donate money to the Red Cross, which . . . I guess it's better than donating money to Wyclef Jean. 99.7% of your $10 is going to salaries for rich white people who would be on the phone with the police with a quickness if you made a wrong turn into their gated communities, but at least you know where the money is going.
I definitely wouldn't donate money to any rappers. A lot of garbage rap music came out of Houston in the mid '00s, and a truly unfortunate consequence of this tragedy would be if it were to reemerge. I can't imagine that any of those guys are doing as well as they once were, and this could be an excellent opportunity for them to get their names in the paper, whether it's in the form of a fake charity or a song that's supposedly meant to raise awareness of the plight of the victims.