The Injustice of Hurricane Helene’s Aftermath

I’m not dealing well with the way the aftermath of Hurricane Helene is being handled. The situation is beyond frustrating—it’s infuriating. People who have already suffered enough have been left to their own devices, relying on sheer survival instincts. And to make it worse, those who have shown up to help—out of compassion and with the means to do so—have been turned away, threatened with jail time if they fly up the mountain to rescue anyone. Babies are missing. People are starving. They need water and medicine. This is a travesty, a great injustice, and it’s happening right in front of us.

It makes no sense. When did we, as a society, become so consumed with policies that we’ve completely lost our humanity? No one should be turned away from helping others in their time of need. If you have the means, the ability, and the compassion to step in, why is that being criminalized?


One particular story haunts me. An elderly man, just moments away from being rescued, was left behind. His wife had been flown to safety, but the pilot who had every intention of bringing him down the mountain was harassed and threatened with arrest. The man was left alone, separated from his wife. For what? What kind of policy justifies that?


I’m angry. I’m heartbroken. I cannot wrap my head around how people can be such “policy zombies” when lives are at stake. The common sense and decency that should drive rescue efforts have been completely thrown out the window.


This isn’t about politics or bureaucracy—this is about humanity. It’s about people. And right now, the people affected by Hurricane Helene are being failed on every level. The rules being enforced make no sense, and they’re costing lives. How many more need to be lost before common decency prevails over red tape?


It’s time to speak out, stand up, and demand better for the people who are suffering. They deserve more than being abandoned in their darkest hour.

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