Classic from the Rolling Stone archives
It’s a little before midnight on Friday, September 2nd, and I’m sitting in a hotel bar in Houston. Somewhere to the southeast, the worst natural disaster in American history is unfolding in the darkness, with an entire city shrouded in death, panic and disease – and here we are, a bunch of half-drunk, affluent white people quaffing eleven-dollar foreign beers and planning what appears to be a paramilitary mission to rescue two cats and a maid in the wreckage of New Orleans.
via Apocalypse in New Orleans | Politics News | Rolling Stone.

