connecting*the*dots

Clayton James Cubitt is living in a world of shit.

His mother evacuated New Orleans when Katrina hit and lost everything, including the trailer she lived in, which Clayton bought for her. Now FEMA refuses to provide grant money to her because the trailer is in his name and he lives in New York City; FEMA considers him to be an absentee landlord and his mother a mere tenant.

Un-fucking-believable.

Clayton is doing what he can to keep on rebuilding, one part being a donation page on his blog. It’s the holiday season; do what you can to help.

Here’s a comment I pulled from his blog, left by one of our men in Iraq, which frames these times all too clearly:

clayton,

Although I cannot directly share in the pain you are suffering now, nor the pain that your family will experience in the coming months and years to rebuild the generations of your family that seem to now be lost, I can offer you one glimmer of hope and faith… there are many wonderful people who would be by your side right now if they could.

Unfortunately, we are stuck… because of the decisions of the same bureaucratic SOBs that are making your life hell right now. They are and have been affecting many lives recently. I am serving for a military that has failed to appreciate its members for the better part of a decade, for a people that barely appreciate us, in a country (right now) that wants fiercely for us to just go back to our own home. The worst part isn’t knowing that the destruction we have seen here in Iraq is comparable to that which is found in a once glowing city of vast residency, a landmark of what it truly means to be an American, but it is in fact worse to know that the destruction, while comparable… was caused by US here.

I do my job because I have to help provide for my wife and son… but I’d rather be in New Orleans!

Keep on keeping on, bud. Eventually we will all be home… and to tell you the truth, your pictures and your words have created a connection. From half a world away in a war zone I can somehow feel that every service member would be proud to call a little house between two levees right underneath I-10… HOME.

-feeling the connection, and I’d rather be in New Orleans.

from Iraq,
-josh