Katrina’s winds shredded through the Gulf South like a giant scythe, but it was the flood in New Orleans that jolted the national psyche, leaving the deepest memory. The flood turned the Big Easy into a disaster zone, planting the image of a Third World backwater. When has the persona of a city been so altered so quickly, or a president so damaged by a singular event? TV pictures across the globe showed people trapped on rooftops, sloshing knee-high past bloated corpses and sunken cars, old folk in wheelchairs, women and babies, looters with grocery carts. Most people fled to far-flung places, many to stay for weeks and months. With 80 percent of New Orleans under water, the country that put men on the moon took five days to evacuate hospitals.
Ronald Reagan decried “big guvment” and dismantled the New Deal. George W. Bush gave us bloated government — slashing taxes, spending trillions, running a swollen debt to Chinese banks for funding the war in Iraq. Four years after the terrorist attacks of 9/11, the flood exposed an inept emergency response system. After telling his soon-to-be-sacked FEMA director, “Brownie, you’re doing a heckuva job,” Bush’s popularity plunged, swamped by an image of detachment and incompetence.
As the media produce their Katrina anniversary packages, we get fresh video of New Orleans’s dead neighborhoods, panning abandoned streets and houses still etched with brown waterlines like domestic shells after a neutron bomb. With only 181,000 of the pre-Katrina population of 463,000 back, the infrastructure is fragile — electricity reaches only 60 percent of the pre-Katrina customer base. The water system needs an estimated $2 billion in repair. The flood punctured 17,000 leaks in the 136-mile piping system. As a reduced work force scrambles to repair the worst leaks, the city is losing millions of gallons of water a week, with no rescue package in sight.
Nevertheless, $8 billion in federal funds will soon hit the streets, earmarked for homeowners and businesses that lacked sufficient insurance to rebuild or recoup some of their losses.
There is a shadow-story to this devastation that reaches across the country. In exposing the shoddy system of federal emergency preparedness, the New Orleans flood highlights a far greater crisis: the impact of climate change.
What the heat means
Katrina was a billboard for global warming, which is caused by an accumulation of greenhouse gases such as carbon dioxide and methane. CO2 is a major byproduct of the combustion of fossil fuels, and greenhouse gases permit visible light radiation to enter the earth’s atmosphere, but trap the radiant heat given off by sun-warmed land and water. As a scientific consensus emerged, Al Gore, then a U.S. Senator, made the ozone layer a political issue.
Today’s Congressional majority under Bush scorns the issue. Sen. James Inhofe (R-Oklahoma) calls global warming “the greatest hoax ever perpetrated on the American people.” For years, ExxonMobil has engaged in a shameful disinformation campaign to discredit the scientific findings. With no hint of irony, Inhofe calls global warming “the big lie,” comparing the science behind it to Nazi propaganda leading up to World War II. Here’s a fact, senator. One of the biggest U.S. contributors to global warming is the automobile industry, which instead of investing in energy-efficient cars, keeps producing SUVs, profitable dinosaurs that guzzle gas and release more carbon dioxide.
“An Inconvenient Truth,” the film based on Gore’s ongoing lectures (and the title of his companion book), shows stark scenes of glaciers crumbling and the browning of Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania — gone are the snowcaps Hemingway adored. As gases from burned fossil fuels continue warming our planet, a long melt is under way in Greenland, Antarctica and the South Pole. The melted ice causes seas to rise. As seas rise, so do their temperatures rise in hot months. Hotter air and warmer water tend to ignite more powerful storms. (Inhofe told the Tulsa World that every claim in the documentary “has been refuted scientifically,” although he conceded he had not seen the film.)
The hottest year on record, 2005, saw the greatest concentration of hurricanes with record winds — Katrina, Rita and Wilma. But the summer of 2006 has brought continuing destruction, only more spread out.
“We’d have to go back over three decades to find anything comparable to the flooding we’re seeing in the Northeast,” a National Weather Service meteorologist named Dennis Feltgen told USA Today in late June. He was referring to the wash of destruction in New York, Pennsylvania, Delaware and Virginia.
Perhaps the most chilling scene in An Inconvenient Truth is an aerial map of Manhattan turning blue-green from flooding. Don’t laugh. One hard turn from a Cat 3 hurricane and the Big Apple could be a mess.
A mild version of that scenario happened in December 1992 when a northeasterly storm sent sea level up eight feet at the southern edge of Manhattan Island. LaGuardia Airport had to close, the Brooklyn tunnel flooded and the subway system shut down.
Perhaps those memories, coupled with TV coverage of Katrina, explains why people in Manhattan are buying flood insurance. At present, only 28 percent of homes in the Northeast carry flood insurance, compared to 49 percent nationwide, in areas that are considered high-risk.
In his new book, “The Ravaging Tide,” Mike Tidwell writes that a rise in sea level of one to three feet will have an impact on “every inch of American shoreline from the Texas coast to the Florida Keys to the Outer Banks of North Carolina to Cape Cod. The low-lying areas of San Diego and San Francisco and much of Puget Sound on the West Coast are at great risk too.” He cites an EPA study in saying that “no fewer than one in four U.S. buildings within 500 feet of a coastline will be destroyed by erosion by mid-century.”
Flooding is America’s most common natural disaster. In the decade before Katrina, flooding caused $7.1 billion in losses to homes and businesses. As the intensity and frequency increase, the average 30-year mortgage has a 26-percent chance of taking damage from rising water, compared to a 4-percent chance of fire. As more people buy flood insurance, the financial pressure on the federal government — which backs flood insurance — will escalate in kind.
“Hurricane Katrina’s $23 billion
hit has triggered a full-blown debate about the federal program that insures property in flood-prone areas,” Neil Peirce, one of the nation’s leading authors on metropolitan issues, wrote recently in Stateline.org. “Critics are charging the program’s rates are so cheap and its loopholes so broad that it actually puts pressure on local governments to permit new development in extraordinarily flood-prone areas — territory that should never be built on in the first place.”
Tidwell assesses wider damage from global warming. The last 30 years in Alaska have seen a temperature rise of 5 degrees. He cites a 4-million acre “forest of spruce trees so vast it’s bigger than the state of Connecticut — yet every single spruce is dead.” The dead forest (a distant cousin to New Orleans’s dead neighborhoods) is caused by a spruce beetle reproducing at twice its normal rate. “The result is the largest forest die-off by insect infestation ever recorded in North America.”
The politicians who control Congress have aped Bush’s What-Me-Worry? attitude on environment. “Defense” has meaning only in a military, not environmental, sense. The planet’s revenge doesn’t compute. But as scientific data mounts, smarter people are taking a harder, deeper look. “Britain’s largest insurance company, CGNU, in 2002 predicted that unchecked global warming could bankrupt the entire global economy by 2065,” reports Tidwell. “A key threat highlighted by the insurer was sea-level rise that would directly destroy valuable land, buildings and agricultural assets while indirectly exposing everything farther inland to more intense storms expected in a warmer world.”
Lessons from the water line
Human error produced the New Orleans flood — huge flaws in Mississippi River levee projects built by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers and environmental negligence by government and oil companies that caused wetlands south of the city to erode. The lost wetlands gave tidal waves an open alley to the city. But the dynamics of this failure are national in scope.
“The cost of a collapsing coast is one of fundamental survival,” says Mark Davis, director of the Coalition to Restore Coastal Louisiana in Baton Rouge, a group that has worked on the issue for years. “What happened last year was also the failure of a value system. We assumed we had tamed the forces of nature. We need to understand that if we want there to be a New Orleans, or a Los Angeles, or a Miami, or a New York, 500 years from now, we can’t assume they’ll be there. We have to plan for them to be there. That’s why the rise in sea levels and freshwater management are so extraordinary.”
As Davis runs down a list of other cities — including San Francisco, Orlando and Atlanta — where rapid growth has overwhelmed environmental-defense planning, it is worth noting that FEMA considers New Orleans, Miami and New York as the cities most vulnerable to hurricane disasters. More than a third of the 167 hurricanes that struck America in the last century hit Florida. Miami is about three feet above sea level, with a vast wetlands complex to the west. Beachfront development and a building boom have packed the area with people. If the ocean levels continue to rise, the area’s marshy buffer won’t be enough to halt a massive flood. That is what happened to New Orleans.
In the 24 hours before Katrina made landfall, the storm doubled in size, blanketing waters “of the Gulf equal in area to California,” report John McQuaid and Mark Schleifstein in another new book, Path of Destruction. As the Category 5 storm with 175 mph winds neared Louisiana, winds dropped to 127 mph, a Category 3 level, still strong enough to produce huge waves.
Katrina hit early on Monday, Aug. 29. The eye flattened the coastal town of Buras, sending thunderous waves across villages and hamlets south of the city, tossing cars and boats onto trees and roofs. Winds roared through Lake Borgne, pushing waves 20 feet high. The giant water sheets rolled toward New Orleans East on a passageway between man-made canals. One side of the vast lane straddles a levee along the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway; the other levee hugs the eastern side of the Mississippi River Gulf Outlet, known locally as MR-GO (pronounced, without a trace of irony, “mister go”).
“The funnel,” where the Intracoastal and the MR-GO meet, sent water throttling between and over the tops of those levees and into the city as well as nearby St. Bernard Parish — the end result of decades of dredging by the Corps of Engineers. Building MR-GO destroyed 20,000 acres of marshland in the 1960s. Junior Rodriguez, the barrel-chested president of St. Bernard Parish, railed against MR-GO for years. As the Corps dug the alternate shipping lane for moving cargo from the Mississippi to the Gulf, the dredging opened an artery 500 feet wide. MR-GO was finished in 1963.
In 2001, as Christopher Hallowell wrote in “Holding Back the Sea,” a prescient book on wetlands loss: “Erosion from ships and storms has gouged it 2,000 feet wide and made it a freeway to New Orleans for any hurricane that happens to come from the right direction.” Hallowell saw the shape of things to come. “The surrounding marsh, now vulnerable to storms and salt water, has all but died … along with 40,000 acres of mature cypress trees. Now, storm surges can invade the marsh through the straight-arrow channel and smash into New Orleans.”
The smashing happened before, in 1965, when Hurricane Betsy hit New Orleans. Kenneth Ferdinand, an African-American real estate investor and urban planner, grew up in the Lower Ninth Ward, just across the Orleans Parish line from St. Bernard. In recent years, he sat in regional planning meetings with Rodriguez, sharing his hostility to MR-GO. Betsy’s surging waters ramped up the MR-GO, burrowing into the levee along the Industrial Canal, which divides the Ninth Ward into upper and lower sections. When the Industrial Canal levee broke in ’65, a large swath of the Lower Ninth was inundated, drowning 81 people. Ferdinand went into his grandfather’s house to claim his body after Betsy. “I’ve seen this catastrophe twice in my lifetime,” says Ferdinand. “The difference between Betsy and Katrina is that the flooding was much worse. And, Katrina wrecked those communities below the Lower Nine” — St. Bernard, and further south, Plaquemines Parish.
The Lower Nine and St. Bernard Parish were destined to flood because of MR-GO. Even Louisiana’s Republican Senator, David Vitter — who before Katrina promoted legislation to allow commercial destruction of cypress trees — has come around to saying that the 76-mile canal should be closed. Such a move would allow for some of the lost wetlands to be restored.
An investigation by the National Science Foundation post-storm found flaws by the Corps in the engineering design on canal floodwalls that were meant to drain into Lake Pontchartrain — the 17th Street and London Avenue canals that became flashpoints in the helicopter video coverage. Yet alongside the Corps’ mistakes and FEMA’s incompetence, the city bears a measure of blame. The city’s levee district in the early 1980s pressed the Corps to confine its design scope to a 100-year hurricane defense, which meant the city would pay proportionally less for its cost-share of levee work, thereby freeing funds for lakefront development. The Corps wanted to build canal floodgates in the lake, which might have prevented flooding in much of the city.
The flooding put in sharp relief a central challenge to south Louisiana’s survival: coastal erosion, and how to remake wetlands as a protective buffer to Gulf hurricanes. The damage was chronicled by Hallowell, Times-Picayune reporters Schleifstein and McQuaid in a 2002 series, and by Mike Tidwell in his 2003 book, “Bayou Farewell,” among others.
The land south of New Orleans has been sinking as Gulf waters rise. Tidwell found fishing communities with submerged cemeteries, people whose property had disappeared into the Gulf. A million acres of wetlands have been swallowed by the Gulf, eroding nature’s defense against hurricane tidal waves, opening a destructive path to the city.
Louisiana Gov. Mike Foster (1996-2004) gave petrochemical industries an easy ride for toxic waste disposal, treating his Department of Environmental Quality like a serfdom. But Foster, a bluff, Falstaffian fellow, liked the great outdoors and became concerned about coastal erosion thanks to a cross-section of business people, fishermen, industrialists, state officials and ecologists who collaborated on a long report in 1998 called “Coast 2050: Toward A Sustainable Coastal Louisiana.” Foster personally gave George W. Bush copies of Hallowell’s and Tidwell’s books. There is little evidence that he read them. “Coastal 2050” estimated it would cost $14 billion to restore the lost wetlands — big money, but a fraction of the $200 billion in estimated losses from Katrina. In 2004, Bush cut the Army Corps’ funding request for levee maintenance by more than 80 percent.
Louisiana’s southern parishes are sinking — just as other rural and metropolitan areas along the Atlantic coast will effectively sink as ocean levels rise. For now, the Louisiana case is more severe; it stems in part from 20,000 miles of pipelines that criss-cross the coastal floor to deliver oil and gas from offshore rigs. Many canals are long abandoned, yet continue to erode and widen. Another factor for the mass sinkage is the impact of levees built by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers developed in response to the Great Flood of 1927. Containing the Mississippi’s currents with stronger levees kept the city safe from the river but bottled up diversionary outlets, which drove streams of river silt like a chute into the Gulf rather than letting the sediment generate sluiceways to replenish tidal marshes. Starved of river nutrients, gouged by pipe excavations, the wetlands eroded and lower Louisiana began sinking in the process.
Nearly 25 percent of all the oil and gas consumed in America travels through Louisiana’s wetlands. Roughly a quarter of the nation’s seafood was generated from Louisiana’s coastal area before Katrina. Since 1932, the state has lost 1,900 square miles of wetlands, an area larger than Rhode Island. Ten square miles disappear annually.
New Orleans tomorrow
Streams of Mexicans and Latino workers have flocked to New Orleans for construction jobs. The city will resemble an Alaskan boomtown, without the cold or the gold, in the next few years. Music and strip clubs will hum; the spirit of jazz and spontaneous cultural improvisations will roll like a wave from the soul. But the smaller city, with fewer schools, has already become stalked by poverty and crime as drug dealers fight for smaller pieces of turf. It is hard to imagine any of that changing, given the fractured New Orleans Police Department.
So the city will produce for tourists and conventions the spectacles and cuisine for which it is known as the low-end workers who staff the hotels and restaurants struggle to find housing. In all of this, the dead silence of absent leadership — Mayor Ray Nagin’s — hangs like a heavy fog in the muggy night. New Orleanians cry out for a comprehensive recovery plan, but Nagin has effectively punted back to the citizens themselves, offering a “plan for a plan,” putting the onus on neighborhood groups, a process that will take at least until the end of this year to materialize. By then, billions in federal aid that has been sent down to the Louisiana Recovery Authority, a state agency conceived by Gov. Kathleen Blanco, will have been committed to other parishes that have already adopted recovery plans. When the money runs out, Nagin will have no one to blame but himself.
Congress and the flood
“A relief bill passed by the GOP House in March managed to omit critical funds for battered levees,” The New Republic editorialized Aug. 8. “At times, negotiations stalled because some Republicans tried to divert Katrina relief away from Louisiana.”
The social Darwinists who control Congress see New Orleans as expendable, an outer edge of the Third World. This mentality among Christian triumphalists who fueled the GOP resurgence stands in jagged contrast to the scores of churches from red states that sent members to the muddy blue city at the bottom of America, gutting houses, cleaning streets, helping people recover. The Christian triumphalists bought into a Faustian bargain with Bush on the environment. As the administration withdrew from the Kyoto treaty and gutted EPA, so many sheep-like Christian politicos betrayed the message of Genesis, that earth and waters are sacred. Some Pentecostal leaders have started to speak out about global warming, fraying the edges of GOP unity; but don’t bet on a herd of new Sierra Club members.
Through the winter, as members of Congress flew down to tour the dead neighborhoods, offering condolences and support (the meaning of which remains opaque), the Democrats failed to make an issue of Katrina — why the flood happened, how to prevent future ones. The war in Iraq was keeping Bush down in the polls, but the flood is what put him there. Perhaps the portents of mass ecological breakdown are a migraine for most pols in the daily rush of seeking money at the trough. Apart from the environmental lobby, it was left to certain members of the media, and Al Gore, to stay on point.
“Environmental defense” is not an issue in most people’s mind. The stirrings of a Louisiana plan to prevent future disasters are based on that idea, though no one is calling it that. Here again, the implications are gas exploration in the Gulf, arguing that the agency ignored environmental damage caused by offshore drilling. A windfall in offshore royalties would give the state some leverage in shoring up erosion and preventing future destruction.
On Aug. 14 a federal judge denied Blanco’s request to halt the lease, but warned potential bidders that the state is likely to prevail on its argument, which could stop drilling on the leased tracts. The federal agency has a 90-day window to accept the bids, just about the time of the scheduled trial.
For now, there is no institutional mechanism to rebuild the eroding coastline. Mark Davis, the outgoing director of the coastal restoration coalition, says that “awareness is at an all-time high, but the decision-making apparatus is not there to do what needs to be done. It’s like watching a revival movement, with everyone talking about how good heaven is, but you don’t see a great shift in behavior as if people are planning to get there.”
Davis, who has worked with everyone from bank presidents to shrimpers, faults a forest of red tape and inertia
national in scope.
On Aug. 1 the Senate approved a bill by Sen. Mary Landrieu (D-La.) that would give Louisiana and other Gulf states a 37.5-percent royalty on 8.3 million acres newly designated for drilling in the Gulf, providing an estimated $200 million annually in the next decade. A House bill by Rep. Bobby Jindal, a Republican who represents New Orleans suburbs, called for higher royalties, netting $2 billion a year. A compromise bill working through a House-Senate conference should give the state sorely needed funds for coastal erosion. For her part, Gov. Kathleen Blanco sued the federal Minerals Management Service to halt a scheduled lease of oil and in Washington. Even if revenues materialize, the state lacks jurisdiction over levees and navigational structures — they fall under federal authority. “The state’s ability to change is not just a question of money,” he says. “Blanco has come to the realization that the state has to lead the federal government to the answers.”
Davis credits Blanco for suing the minerals management agency; she sent a message that the feds must participate in rebuilding the coast.
What kind of institution should guide coastal restoration? And how do you pay for it? “A big problem with major environmental projects is that Congress authorizes funds that take forever to materialize,” says Davis. Authorized funding has lagged in delivery in restoration of the Everglades and in a California project to prevent flooding from the Sacramento River that threatens San Francisco Bay. Finding a dependable revenue stream is a big hurdle. Congressional committees have annual appropriations that go through endless negotiations over special interests, like a revolving door, every year.
The Tennessee Valley Authority delivered electrification to the middle South during the Great Depression, as a federal agency. Why couldn’t a similar agency rebuild Louisiana’s wetlands as part of an Atlantic coastal protection agenda, with immunity from Congressional pork-barreling?
Whatever the mechanism necessary for a solution, it is way overdue.
The only way to prevent the disaster scenarios that Gore, Tidwell and others put before us is with a mass campaign to reduce global warming. Getting a national strategy is the toughest order, given the slovenly mindset in Congress and the White House. A policy that rewards industry for cutting carbon dioxide emissions, developing energy-efficient cars and homes and shifting the economy from dependency on fossil fuels may seem unreachable in this maddened time of terrorism and oil wars. The alternative is to sink into a deeper passivity of consumerism. Couch potatoes at the apocalypse, we’ll fill up at $5 a gallon and head for the heartland each time the next big one comes, trying not to collide with sweaty nomads from Alaska, all of us carrying a memory of the flood.
Jason Berry is a New Orleans writer whose books include “Lead Us Not Into Temptation,” “Vows of Silence” and a novel, “Last of the Red Hot Poppas,” to be published in September.
Return to N.O.-shima
Or, ‘No, that’s not a Picasso painted on the front of your house!’
BY JOHN SLADE
Editor’s note: After Hurricane Katrina, John Slade came to Louisville to stay with family. In mid-August, he returned to New Orleans to begin repairing his home.
Homecoming eve in Louisville was less stressful than Katrina eve. My family and I enjoyed a bit of TV, food and creature comfort before loading up the U-Haul and heading back to New Orleans — or, as I dubbed it in a piece I previously wrote for LEO, N.O.-shima. Louisville has been a second home since childhood because I have extended family there. I’ll always have a spot in my heart, but it’s been a year. It’s time to go home.
We loaded up and said goodbye to our parsonage at Lynnhurst UCC Church, our home for nine months. As we trekked across Lake Ponchartrain, the bright sunlight shimmered on the water against the blue sky, seeming to reassure and prompting me to reflect on a hell of a year. What should have been a temporary evacuation turned into a short vacation and then exile from a catastrophe that isn’t over yet.
As Bill Maher might say, post-Katrina life in N.O.-shima is a series of new rules.
No. 1: Get a cell phone. Landlines are almost nonexistent.
No. 2: Get a car or walk. Buses run every two or three hours, so if I can’t catch a ride, I pick them up and put them down. I miss TARC!.
No. 3: Be careful. Crime has returned big time. Murders are common, and the National Guard has rolled back in to assist with crime control.
No. 4: If you don’t own, don’t come home. As we drove through the black middle class bedroom suburb of New Orleans East, I noticed car dealerships reopened and activity near houses with FEMA trailers. But apartment complexes are vacant. This hurts hotels and restaurants because their workforce tends to live in rental property.
No. 5: Don’t come home sick. The hospital system is in rocky shape. Even if you have insurance, you may have to go outside the city to find a bed.
No. 6: That’s not modern art on your home, it’s a spray-painted symbol designating the date rescuers came by and whether they found anyone dead inside. One thing that’s kicks — many of the houses with people still have this “modern art.” Funny.
My first night back, I needed a fix. I missed N.O.-shima very much, and even in its wrecked state I wanted to come back. So after unloading the U-Haul, I showered and called a friend and fellow evacuee I’d been in contact with in exile. She picked me up and we went to the Faulburg Marigny, adjacent to the French Quarter. It’s a neighborhood of small stores, restaurants and clubs on a street called Frenchmen, where natives go for French Quarter fun without actually having to go into the Quarter.
As we walked, I saw Kermit Ruffins and the Barbecue Swingers were headlining at the new Ray’s Boom Boom Room. You may recall Kermit performing at the Kentucky Center in March. I know him from our work together on a local cable show called “New Orleans Live,” where Kermit and his crew were the house band. I raced to embrace him — I hadn’t seen him since that March show — and we laughed.
Back on the street, we walked into a reggae club and danced for a few minutes. I raised my hands and closed my eyes, and almost forgot the disaster that destroyed my city. For a moment.
We continued down Frenchmen into a place called the Hookah Café, which is modeled on a Middle Eastern opium den (but not really). We ordered beer and food and talked, laughed and forgot. That’s what we do in N.O.-shima — find a familiar face, enjoy ourselves and try to forget, because the crap clean-up will be waiting for you in the morning. I finally went home to sleep under my roof for the first time in almost a year.
The next day, I walk my neighborhood. The oppressive heat is defiantly familiar. I notice FEMA trailers on lawns; in another time and place they might symbolize status, but now they just evidence convalescence. Not much is open on Gentilly Boulevard, but I see Dillard University working toward a Sept. 25 opening. In November I saw a two-tone waterline color scheme there. Now the buildings are all white.
The Rite Aid isn’t open, nor is the Walgreen’s or the post office or the library or the Chinese restaurant or the Blockbuster or the MacDonald’s or the Zuppardo’s supermarket that’s a 10-minute walk from my house. The local hamburger place is open, as are three banks, a gas station and a little place called Wing Zone.
On the third morning, I lay down a new kitchen floor, and thus the real work of recovery begins. After a day of hard labor, I again take a walk, this time down Broad Street heading uptown. I see piles of trash on sidewalks, some so large I’m forced to walk into the street to avoid them. It brings to mind the political background noise over whether Mayor Ray Nagin will close a New Orleans East landfill that’s overflowing with refuse. Seems to me we need all the landfills we can get. Then I think of Rep. William Jefferson, who’s accused of taking a huge bribe. This hurts the city because it’s lost a voice in Washington.
I pass Pampy’s and peek inside. Wow! The place is coming back. A few doors down is the neighborhood joint called Prime Example. I hear music and go in. Familiar faces greet me and I immediately feel at home. Here is the elusive black middle- and working class, back home, the people you didn’t see on the national panic news broadcasts. I order refreshments and enjoy the public recognition — I was a political cartoonist with my own local cable TV show.
On Day 4, I continue checking my neighborhood and notice a big change: The old Mcdonald family home has been torn down. Dr. Mcdonald was my first dentist when I was a small child. Childhood memories are sometimes strongest — I remember a big map of Disneyland in his waiting room. Now I have a nearly unobstructed view of the Dillard campus from my porch.
On the fifth day I finish laying the floor so new appliances can be installed. Katrina has humbled me — the great writer-cartoonist and man of ideas, reduced to manual labor. I think of Dr. Smith whining to Will Robinson: “Oh the pain, the pain of it all.”
There’s no cable TV. I miss Insight! But on a more upbeat note, local access TV is working, and when I go there to resume co-hosting duties on the talk show “Between The Lines,” they ask me when I’ll start producing my show “Political Cartoons” again. Major black publications like Louisiana Weekly and the New Orleans Tribune, which printed my political cartoons, are back. I understand the Weekly published continuously.
Everywhere I go, it’s like a Katrina reunion, with backslaps, handshakes and hugs. The great sense of community that is my town is helping me. Louisville is a great town, but it doesn’t seem like a truly close city, even among black people. It’s polite, kind, helpful and generous to a fault, but ask yourself this: When was the last time a friend called out of the blue at 11 p.m. and told you he’s cooking, so just come on over and eat? That happens here regularly. How about a second line brass band playing in the street and starting an impromptu parade without a permit? Louisville has the makings of a great destination town, but if you want to party, you gotta let people dance in the streets sometimes. You gotta figure out a way to let cruising happen and make the West End a jazzy cool place to go like Bardstown Road. It can be done and I’d like to see it, because I’ve loved Louisville since I was a child riding up there with my grandmother on the L&N Hummingbird. I consider it my second home.
So that’s a wrap from N.O.-shima, for now. I want to thank all of the people I met up there who helped my family in our time of need, including Red Cross, Lynnhurst UCC Church, Café Kilimanjaro, the folks at WLLV who let me on the air with Paris Anderson, Dr. Dib, who worked on my teeth at U of L Dental School, the crew at LEO, even the C-J for Larry Muhammad’s nice write-up on me, my extended family and the city of Louisville.
Thank you all. Now, it’s back to work in beautiful N.O.-shima.
Contact the writer at email@example.com
‘We can’t wait five years’
Bill Johnston hasn’t lived what you’d call a sedentary life. In early 1970, when rock stars like Jimi Hendrix and Duane Allman were still alive, he helped start a music production company — Beaver Productions — which opened The Warehouse, a venue that brought rock acts to his hometown of New Orleans. He sold out to his partner in 1975 and the company still operates.
Johnston then spent time managing musicians — most prominently Gino Vanelli and the Neville Brothers — before moving into a line of work that let him indulge another particular love, health and fitness. He worked several years for ClubCorp, which operates country clubs, city and business clubs, sports clubs and resorts, and lived in New York and California.
But he longed to get back to his hometown, and in 2001, he and his wife Teresa returned to New Orleans, where she worked as a Realtor and he was general manager of the New Orleans Athletic Club.
The entertainment bug never left, though, and in 2004 Johnston began putting together a plan to open Easy Street New Orleans, a multi-use entertainment and hospitality venue in the Warehouse District. But just three weeks before he planned to break ground, Hurricane Katrina hit. In the aftermath, the Small Business Administration loan that Johnston was counting on dissolved. Understandably, Johnston notes, his bankers are skittish about loaning money for such a venture given the uncertainty surrounding the city, and in spite of his offer to scale the project down, the bank isn’t buying it. Johnston says he lost about $123,000 of his own money in the deal.
Recently the couple came to the stark realization that they’d need to get out of New Orleans to get on with their lives. Johnston clearly loves his city — he attended high school in the Lower Ninth Ward — and he becomes animated when he discusses the obstacles that remain there and his frustration over what appears to be utter haplessness among city leadership. And so, as some who’ve been away slowly make their way back to the Crescent City, others like Johnston are looking away for now.
Teresa stayed behind to list their house in the Lakeview neighborhood, and Bill is here staying with his sister, Beverly Doerr. It wasn’t an easy decision to leave, and it wasn’t the one they wanted to make, but he is 62 years old and it didn’t seem to make sense to stay amid such widespread difficulty. “We really tried,” Bill says. “But it’s gonna be at least five years before it’s back to anything like normal. We can’t wait five years.”
He isn’t bitter, and he’s not particularly frightened by the future. In fact, he seems almost buoyant when he talks about what lies ahead. He and Teresa love Louisville, and Bill is effusive about the many kindnesses he’s received here, such as the dentist who worked on him but refused to accept payment.
“I want my glass to always be half full,” he told me last week, as we sat outside a coffee shop on Fourth Street downtown. “I feel like I’m here because it’s time for me to move on and I’m looking forward to my next phase, whatever it is.” —Cary Stemle