It's hard to look
at the images coming out of New Orleans and believe that you
are looking at scenes from America. If our eyes are not
playing tricks on us, we're watching helplessly as the world's
only remaining superpower declares itself unable to rescue
some 15,000 people abandoned in a lonely convention center,
and tens of thousands more waiting for rescue from a football
stadium.
The city's
poor, left behind in a state that called for a mandatory
evacuation, but had no plans for their evacuation --
those without cars or SUVs or money for plane fare. We're
watching an American Somalia -- children, including infants,
pregnant women, old people and young people huddled together
in a filthy, anarchic hell for five days without food or water
-- the sick and the exhausted, mothers and fathers, thrown
together with the criminal elements of a city where 7 in ten
are Black, and of those, three in ten were poor even before
the storm. In our American Somalia, women have much to fear
when darkness falls -- in the pitch black they must fear
robbery and rape. There are no receiving stations inside that
convention center in New Orleans. There are no triage areas,
no police guards, no National Guardsmen handing out MREs,
water and ice. There is just the teeming masses of the uncared
for -- the good and the bad, the sick and the well, forced to
face the darkness together, and alone. This is New Orleans, in
America.
Let's not
fool ourselves. If the floodwaters had taken Liberty City or
Opa-locka, Florida, the south side of Chicago, Red Hook or
Watts, in California, or the ghettos of Washington D.C., would
things have been any different? We are a nation that roots our
poor out of our consciousness. We do the Rush Limbaugh,
snorting that no one forced them to live that way. For all our
puffery about being the most churchgoing and Godly of Western
nations, we spend the least on the world's poor, the least on
our own. A Census Bureau report showing poverty rising for the
fourth straight year in 2004 and claiming nearly 13 percent of
the American population passed almost without comment in
America last Tuesday. Nearly a quarter of Black and Hispanic
children go hungry every night, hurricane or no hurricane, in
America. And we have abandoned the left-behind of an entire
city -- condemning them even to death, in America.
A singer,
Harry Connick Jr., managed to ignore the warnings of
authorities and drive into New Orleans to set eyes on the left
behind of his hometown, while the president flew 1,700 miles
overhead. There was no fireman's mound for Mr. Bush this time.
But his tardiness to the scene was a true echo of 9/11. In
America the president demands "zero tolerance" for looting,
but not "zero tolerance" for want. National Guardsmen who face
down insurgents in Iraq are told it's too dangerous to face
the angry, abandoned and desperate Americans in New Orleans.
And now
the superpower will go begging to the world for aid. The
French have offered planes and ships. Germany and Venezuela
have offered condolences, help, and wry "I told you so's." Our
shame is to pass the hat to the world we used to sneer at. We
sure hope they're "with us" now. And we, who spend less than 1
percent of our gross national product on the world's poor, and
dwindling sums on our own, with every budget and every fat
corporate tax break, seem not to have enough money to save
15,000 Americans in New Orleans. Congress has offered $10
billion -- two and a half weeks' worth of war in Iraq. Is this
who we are? Is this America?
Joy-Ann Reid is
a freelance writer and communications consultant in Miami. Her
website and blog are located at reidreport.com.
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