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.###