Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Katrina: Media lockdown 

Funny I'm not reading this on the front pages of Pravda on the Potomac or Izvestia on the Hudson. But then, it's so much more comfortable in the tank. It's warm and safe there:

We are in Jefferson Parish, just outside of New Orleans. At the National Guard checkpoint, they are under orders to turn away all media. All of the reporters are turning they’re TV trucks around.
(Operation Flashlight via Kos)

So, what could it be they don't want us to see?

UPDATE Well, maybe this:

In the downtown business district here, on a dry stretch of Union Street, past the Omni Bank automated teller machine, across from a parking garage offering "early bird" rates: a corpse. Its feet jut from a damp blue tarp. Its knees rise in rigor mortis.

Night came, then this morning, then noon, and another sun beat down on a dead son of the Crescent City.

That a corpse lies on Union Street may not shock; in the wake of last week's hurricane, there are surely hundreds, probably thousands. What is remarkable is that on a downtown street in a major American city, a corpse can decompose for days, like carrion, and that is acceptable.
(The maybe not, for once, in the tank Times which finally has someone on the scene.

A corpse by an ATM machine, eh?

Hope someone drags it away soon. I need to use my debit card...

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