the bodies of katrina
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September 2
The bodies float by as a reporter stands agape.
Just back in the country after a few months in some of the most
frustrating places on the planet, I have ignored Katrina for the last
week or so. I ignored the warnings leading up to it. I watched no news
as it hit. I ignored it because there wasnt one goddamn part of me
that could stand to think about anything more pressing than what time
Die Hard 2 was going to be on TV.
Yes, I ignored the shit out of that little storm and all the miserable
filth that it was kicking up. Ignorance was bliss and I wanted it. The
only ripple in my pristine little pond was when the Mayor of Biloxi
said This is our Tsunami. I called it as I saw it - typical
invidious comparative rhetorical bullshit - and got back to moving my
apartment.
Yet here we are, something like four fucking days later and today I was
proven wrong. Wrong in my quick dismissal of that comparison and even
more wrong in my silly supposition that I might be able to bury my headin the deep Illinois sand and slink out of this one without choking and
coughing on the lines were being fed.
This is, it seems now, the worst thing to happen in America for avery
long time. And yes, I mean the implication. And so I, too, am guilty of
that sort of silly intellectual hubris which tells us that we can
compare tragedy, weigh lives on some sick scale, punch horror into a
computer and get out rankings.
But despite this, I cant help but feel as though the absurd and
vicious (non)response of virtuallyeverypolitical person or body with
any sort of potential power or jurisdiction in a crisis like this turns
what would already be a horrible national tragedy of proportions
unknown in the privileged world, into a depraved domestic and
international scandal. It is nothing less than a clear unraveling of
our own national hubris, of our sense of politics and justice and
reality. It is an insight into the chaotic fault lines of this New
American Century and an ugly gash on whatever shattered pieces and
hopes we still cling to as the remnants of our American Dream.
To watch television news today is to see a world entirely beyond our
own reckoning of ourselves. It is to see an entirely different
potential reality the potential, that is, that we Americans may just
be liable to the same insanities, impulses, brutalities, and tragedies
that afflict the rest of our seething world that there is something
beyond us (call it Nature, God, or whatever youd like) that does not
care what our gross domestic anything is or indeed, how much freedom wehave. It is to see a reality which we have been trying desperately (and
with much success) to bury under our own mythology for centuries.
The twohundred and whatever million of us unaffected sit on our couches
watching something that cant possibly, cant fathomably be happening
here. Reporters who choke up as they seebodies float by; rescue
workers uncovering heating ducts and finding suffocating old women;
rape gangs and twitching drug addicts roaming lawless streets; phone
calls from people up to their necks in rising water saying they just
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might not be able to make it home any more; looters (or is it
desperately hungry human beings?) breaking into any store that might
conceivably have some sort of provisions; tens of thousands of people
stuffed into a football stadium without water or food waiting for the
cavalry that got caught up in something else and a government that
dithers. We watch an entire government system which, at every level it
seems, simply cannot do what is needed. They cannot evensaywhat is
needed.
I have spent the last three years or so studying the viciousness of
this modern world. I have been fascinated by the dark and terrible
underbelly of a modernity that has been so kind to me. I have read
about, thought about, talked about, war, genocide, natural disasters,
militaries, humanitarians, governments, and refugees. I have been to
Egypt, Lebanon, Syria, Israel, Palestine, Bosnia, Serbia, Kosovo,
Uganda, Rwanda just lookingto rub my nose in this perpetual misery
that seems to afflict our species, and throughout it all have been
buoyed by the sense that maybe people were just people and that a place
like America, so ripe with potential, so pure in its ideals if woefully
tainted in its history, might provide some sort of hope or vision or
somethingfor all those that are otherwise simply collateral damagein all of it.
Yet here I am, here we are, and we dither. We do not send the troops
where they are called for. We do not call on the provisions of our laws
and history which give our leaders extreme power intrulydesperate
situations. We cannot, even in this moment when we are laid at our most
bare, the moment when every politicians rhetoric falls short by
definition, when a huge number of our own cease to be Americans first
and are forced to survive, to desperately cling to life and family and
hope by whatever means necessary even in this moment we cannot let
ourselves for a secondbelieve that when it comes down to it we are
just the same as everyone else that the worms do not care where we
were born.
As the bodies float by, the reporters stand agape. The politicians,
conservative, liberal, red, blue, green, pink, brown, whatever, cannot
bring themselves to say words like refugee. There are troops now,
finally, and a truck or two as well. But how many more than necessary
died because of delays and planning and squibbling, squabbling
stupidity? The citizens of this great nation, the place that Old Abe
once called the last best hope for the world, stare with disbelief.
We are called into confrontation with ourselves and who knows, now,
what it means to be American? Hunter S. Thompson once wrote that the
Kentucky Derby was a jaded, atavistic freak out with nothing to
recommend it but a very saleable tradition, and I cant help but
wonder, now, if it isnt the same with our unyielding Faith in America.
I cant imagine how the bodiesfeel.