My hometown was hit by a hurricane when I was 11. We had no electricity for a month, and no water either since we were on a well. Every day we busted our butts chopping up trees, hauling debris, repairing the house, eating whatever canned food we had, warming up our beans on the grill, driving into a nearby city every few days to take a bath and to get water, all while living under a dusk to dawn curfew. The National Guard patrolled our area, keeping an eye out for looters.
About 2 weeks after the hurricane, two guys went running by, out for a run through our neighborhood. My dad came unglued, I thought that he was going to shoot them. He ranted about that for weeks. Going on and on about "If they want exercise, I'll let them use my chainsaw". Anyhow, I can understand how people could be upset. Kinda like having a party and band playing on the other side of the fence from a funeral.