Disgusted beyond words...

...we made our 3rd trip back to New Orleans since Katrina. I'm now use to seeing the damage, use to the smell, but I never thought that I'd actually be scared to enter into my own home after the flood. I've beeing visiting the New Orleans east forum on NOLA.com, and people have been talking about people looting since they've let people back into the city. Well, it's all true. When we first got there we realized that someone had already attempted to steal whatever we had left (but we had been there twice before so we got what was worth stealing). They went through our drawers and closets, that's how we knew someone else had been in our house. We had not been in our house for 20 minutes when someone tried to break the sliding glass door downstairs. They had no idea that we were in the house. I at first didn't know what it was, it sounded as though someone was trying to run a car into the house. My mom stuck her head out my sister's window and called them out. Of course they ran. I remember my mom calling after them, all I could do was stare at the 3 boys who just attempted to break into my home. It was almost sickening. It's already bad enough that we're going through this crisis, but for the SCUM of New Orleans to do something so savage, something so selfish, it's unbelievable. I am a strong believer in Karma, and I know eventually what goes around comes around. They're actions did not escape God's eyes. We were only so fortunate to have come before everyone else and taken what was actually worth stealing. The worst part about all of it was, an hour later, we realize that the boys who tried breaking into our house lived across the street where the "section 8 niggas" (as my mom likes to call them) moved in about 3 months ago. She called the police, little good that did, it was their word against ours, but atleast they were in the area in case they tried to do it again. He on the other hand was not so lucky. The first time we went back to New Orleans, the owner of the aparments he lived in locked the gates. That was exactly a week ago today. We go back to his house, his apartment, and his alone was the only apartment out of 16 in that building to be ransacked. I felt horrible. They stole all of his clothes, his computer, his entertainment system, even his gun. He suspects it to be the actual owner of the apartments, because the day we left New Orleans, he said "I'll watch your stuff for you." Whoa and behold, everything he owns is damn near gone. At first when I saw the images coming across the screen about people looting, I defended them. Not anymore, they're savages, animals almost. I have no sympathy for people like that, I'm ashamed to say I'm from New Orleans, because leave it to those uncivilized bastards to make us all look bad.