Hurricane Katrina has lain New Orleans waste, and now comes that vile species of predator to feast upon its remains: the looter.
The looter is among the lowest of common criminals, not merely because he is a thief, but because he steals from those whom tragedy has left dispossessed. He is too cowardly even to face his victims.
When there is work to be done to rebuild a devastated city, he thinks only of his own greed.
He pretends to enrich himself with the luxuries of others.
He takes up arms against those whose duty it is to uphold law and order when they are most endangered.
He attacks the most defenceless of citizens to satisfy his cravings.
In a few days, what he steals will be worthless to him, for he will neither be able to consume it once it spoils, nor will he be able to sell it where there is no one to buy.
This creature who gorges himself on the carcass of a dying city is beneath contempt. The only defence against him is to shoot him dead wherever you find him, so that the rest of his kind will be chastened or flee.