The guy who runs this building I’m in, Emergency Management, he’s responsible for everything. His mother was trapped in St. Bernard nursing home and every day she called him and said, “Are you coming, son? Is somebody coming?” and he said, “Yeah, Mama, somebody’s coming to get you.” Somebody’s coming to get you on Tuesday. Somebody’s coming to get you on Wednesday. Somebody’s coming to get you on Thursday. Somebody’s coming to get you on Friday… and she drowned Friday night. She drowned Friday night! [Sobbing] Nobody’s coming to get us. Nobody’s coming to get us…The quotation doesn't do it justice.
Nobody came. Regardless of the reason, regardless of the Stafford act, regardless of the issue of state's rights (although Broussard said that the Governor sent in the national guard she had at her disposal), regardless of the issue of declaring martial law to protect the property that is so much more valuable than the lives, the simple fact is this: the dead don't care about the legalities.
The dead only care about one thing: nobody came.