My soul soared like an eagle and then suddenly crashed and began to bleed. I saw the stories of people opening their hearts to help the devastated families after Hurricane Katrina ripped the coast apart. And then I saw the ugly face of darkness, the looting, people taking what they could from liquor to appliances, pushing along carts of stolen items through the flooded streets of New Orleans.

Teller machines were smashed open, as television cameras recorded the incidences in broad daylight whole stores were sacked.

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