If I were a black American, I would much prefer “refugee” over “evacuee.”

A refugee has taken matters into his own hands, got up and left, to seek better conditions elsewhere.

An evacuee has sat around in a state of passive dependency, waiting for the authorities to decide his fate.

Until now, the word “evacuee” has, to me, indicated the little children sent out of London during the Blitz, to safer areas in the countryside. (Evelyn Waugh lampooned this policy in his novel “Put Out More Flags.”)

Little children. Helpless little children, waiting for the government to do something for them.

The suspicion surfaces once again that Jesse Jackson is in fact a secret agent of the Ku Klux Klan.