And New Orleans celebrated novelist, Ann Rice, adds her voice of conscience to the discussion.
But to my country I want to say this: During this crisis you failed us. You
looked down on us; you dismissed our victims; you dismissed us. You want our
Jazz Fest, you want our Mardi Gras, you want our cooking and our music. Then
when you saw us in real trouble, when you saw a tiny minority preying on the
weak among us, you called us "Sin City," and turned your backs.
Well, we are
a lot more than all that. And though we may seem the most exotic, the most
atmospheric and, at times, the most downtrodden part of this land, we are still
part of it. We are Americans. We are you?