the arrogance of power

with his uncanny raspiness, harry belafonte continues to marvel.

the latest spike lee joint is a documentary on hurricane katrina and in subtle fashion, a beautiful story is woven together via interviews, video footage, and still images that capture the human spirit inherent amid the chaos, misery, destruction, and perseverance that embodied that American tragedy.

but those words - the arrogance of power - are still ringing loudly in my ears.

and i ain't even see the second half of the movie yet.

yet, those three words... i can't even piece together a coherent post to really explore the emotions that were evoked when i heard him say it.

but damn, son.

just think of the context. historically. currently. globally. racially. economically.

mind blowing. kinda like one of those essays where the last paragraph kinda just sums up everything and it would have been fine if all else had been stripped out. sometimes the bare bones are more then enough to suffice.

i cannot even really give a review of it because that one quick clip just kinda summed up everything for me. although i will say that homegirl had me rolling when she was talking about being atthe airport and said, "i didn't even know who i was, and i wasn't gonna know who she was after I finished kicking her a$$." that was classic. but re-focusing....

this Phoenix article ends on an ill note: Even as 9/11 reminds us of what threatens us from without, Katrina reminds us of what undermines us from within.

by the way, where's Arsenio Hall when you need him? Things that really make you go hmmmm.