Hundreds of New Orleanยs residents gathered to hear their Mayor, Ray Nagin, speak Wednesday night at a town hall meeting at Mississippi Boulevard Christian Church on Bellevue. ยYou donยt know how good it is to see
yยall,ย Nagin said to a standing ovation.
It was an emotionally charged evening, made all the more so by the surprise reunion of two sisters, Gwen Holmes and Kevalenette Johnson Mars, who had not seen each other since the storm.
Nagin held court on the facts and figures of the disaster, but he also seemed to be reaching out to the spirit of the people.
Attempting to quell fears about a future shift in the cityยs demographic, Nagin had reassuring words for the largely African-American audience. ยNew Orleans has to be chocolate,ย he said, before adding slyly that he meant the wonderful mix of Bosco and milk. The youngish mayor even took the opportunity to joke about his quarrels with the federal government, ยIf you find me dead from a heart attack you know who did it.ย
Very rarely did Nagin seem to be out of touch with the needs and sentiments of his displaced citizens, who expressed their admiration for his courage but pressed him for more concrete details. — Ben Popper
ยWelcome to New Orleans in Memphis,ย said one the
constituents who lined up to address the mayor from one of two floor mikes in
the aisles. And, indeed, there was something embassy-like about the environment,
this gathering of exiles. There was jocularity, there was friendship, there was
love. But there were less glad tidings, too.
Already, the mayor acknowledged, there were signs that the
Bush administration and the Congress might want to back out on their pledges to
rebuild the devastated Crescent City. But ยthe worldย would not permit that,
Nagin said, insisting that others overseas would take up the task, had already
offered to. ยThe French were the coolest,ย Nagin said, detailing a variety of
offers to subsidize the reconstruction of a place that had once been Gallic, and
in many ways, even in desolation, still was.ย ย ย
He listened to the tales of woe, of loss, of bureaucratic
obstacles. He heard out the multitudes ย some of them happily transplanted, most
of them itching to get back home, even though for most of them there was nothing
to get back to and no practical way to get there. What they once had, as many,
most of them acknowledged outright, was all gone.ย
It was on the very eve of ยfull access,ย Nagin told them.
On the very next day, Thursday, the whole of the 9th Ward would be
open again for whosoever wished to come. The mayor warned them against the
disappointments, the voids, the disappeared landscape.
And he commiserated with the those who told sad tales of
being dunned by mortgage companies and tax collectorsย and of being stiffed by
hard-hearted insurance companies.ย ยThose insurance adjustors are something
else,ย he said, adding ominously, ยOne of them is going to get hurt.ย
ยWhy canยt the president just go to the mint and make
money?ย someone asked. Nagin considered the thought, encouraged it, said, in
effect, Why not? But he morphed that into something harder and less
Pollyanna-like. ยWe may need to fight,ย he declared. ยTo scream and holder. We
may have to get some buses, to go up to D.C. and march!ย
It was a night of ironies. Directly in front of the mayor,
who was surrounded by flowers, and well to the rear of his transplanted,
distressed fellow citizens was a sign hanging from the church balcony. A piece of
scripture: ย..behold, all things are become newย
ย
That was one way of seeing the future. Another was to be
found later on in the words ofย a flyer inserted under the windshield wipers of
every car out in the parking lot on the other side of Bellevue from the church.
ย If offered a ยfree estimateย for ย the removal of ยdebris & sheetrock,ย of
ยsmall trees,ย of tarp roofs, and of carpet and promised to ยbeat almost any
written guarantee.,ย ย ending with a proper benediction. ยGod Bless!!!ย it said,
and repeated: ยFree Estimateย
Free Estimate.ย– Jackson Baker
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