September 02, 2005


Here's a lovely piece from the WaPo about New Orleans:

Star-Crossed Times For the Crescent City
By Ken Ringle, Special to The Washington Post, 8-31-2005

It helps a little bit, even as your heart is breaking over those TV hurricanescapes of New Orleans under water, to remember that "the city that care forgot" has always danced with death.

New Orleans was born amid ghastly yellow fever epidemics, where corpses stained with black vomit were piled on carts to be hauled to above-ground crypts. The sepulcher flower vases bred the fever-freighted mosquitoes.

Climate, Catholicism and voodoo shaped the city, along with Latin fatalism, languorous hedonism and an atmosphere of poignant and elegant decay. It's no accident that Anne Rice lived there to pen her vampire tales.

And yet, inseparable though they may be, New Orleans has always been more about the dance than about the death. Somewhere in the shade of its majestic live oaks and the shadows of its lacework balconies, among the saxophone riffs in its echoing alleys and the soft magenta glow of its crape myrtles at twilight, the flickering ghosts that haunt New Orleans whisper huskily of sweaty, sensual love and the promise of enduring memory. Even the street names whisper promises: Desire, Amour, Abundance; Pleasure, Treasure and Joy.

It is not comforting to realize that, in the wake of Katrina, bloated bodies are floating on those streets today. But to speak of New Orleans's resilience is simply to cite its history -- a demographic and cultural melting pot of German industry and French and Spanish elitism, of Irish gregariousness and Sicilian emotionalism, of African exuberance and American frontier cussedness that embraces death, too, as a part of life.

Lives, levees and live oaks are merely temporary in any case. Katrina's catastrophes will no more define New Orleans than the Nazi occupation defined Paris, though they may last almost as long.

For those of us lucky enough to have come of age in New Orleans -- even more than for the tourist who falls for her instantly -- the decadent majesty of the city is like a forbidden love. You want desperately to explain the depths of your enchantment, but you know in your heart that others will acknowledge it merely as an easy infatuation or a passing fling. You know they will never awaken at night drunk on the coffee-and-banana fragrance of her docks or the beery sweat of her pre-dawn streets or the humid hum of her streetcar summers. How could they ever understand the depth of your passion?

How could they understand your love for a city in which life itself is an art form and the poorest, least privileged inhabitant a knowledgeable artist?

Thus with children one seeks to inculcate a New Orleanian view of life at the proper age, by carefully introducing the concept of breakfast beignets, jazz lunches and gardenia-scented patio dinners, where they set fire to dessert.

One instructs them to notice the immense cultural difference between the growling, attempted intimidation of street beggars in Washington ("Spare some change?") and the amused, self-confident hustle of New Orleans street people who will bet you $5 they can tell you where you got them shoes. ("On yo FEET!")

This catechism usually works, but not always in the way intended.

One April Sunday afternoon in the French Quarter, you are bemoaning the touristy changes of the city and the decline of its music when you come upon a Dixieland band playing in the middle of Bourbon Street with a musical integrity, artistry and enthusiasm unheard in decades.

Shaking hands with the drummer afterward to impress on him an appreciation of his New Orleans authenticity, you learn how much New Orleans energizes the global culture.

" Ich bin ein Berliner ," he says with a grin. "Is great privilege to play where is born Louis Armstrong."

Yesterday, agonizing over the TV pictures of breached levees and rooftop rescues, of overturned trucks and flooded freeways and all the detritus of a drowning city, you wonder at the fate of all the wacky and wonderful Orleanians you've known who give the Big Easy its peculiar charm -- the green-haired white punks and the stoned Gypsy juggler, the young black saxophone player on the corner playing Gershwin with amazing grace. The old black carriage driver with the mule named Mother-in-Law. Jerry Strahan, who manages the bun-shaped Lucky Dog carts and their eccentric French Quarter vendors -- and also wrote a respected book of World War II history. The exterminator who defends New Orleans from the voracious Formosa termites -- futilely -- and all the hand-crafters of Mardi Gras beads and floats.

You want to know that blues singer Marva Wright is safe, and the wise-cracking guy who dips the gravy onto poor-boy sandwiches at Mother's, and the map curator at the New Orleans Collection museum. You want to know about the woman who gets the alligator meat for restaurateur Dickie Brennan ("Gucci gets the hides") and the waiter who ignites the Cafe Brulot at Arnaud's.

You learn a few comforting things about New Orleans's resilience from television. Yesterday one amazed newsman reported that the Royal Sonesta Hotel in the Quarter refused to have its Orleanian style diminished. The kitchen staff pulled a gas grill from the patio into the dining room to cook a full Creole breakfast for stranded hotel guests, complete with a piano player serenading the diners with "Stormy Weather."

Some TV anchors, however, will drive you crazy with their New Orleans "knowledge," claiming that "A Streetcar Named Desire" took place in the Garden District and that voodoo queen Marie Laveau is buried "in St. Peter Cemetery in the French Quarter." Marlon Brando yelling "STELLLLLLLA!" in the Garden District? I don't think so. That was the French Quarter. Marie Laveau's tomb is in St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 across Rampart Street, right next to the tomb of Dutch Morial, the first black mayor of New Orleans, who even in death knows the value of a good location.

A few years ago, I took my youngest daughter on her first visit to New Orleans. Then 11, she bought a cape and took to drifting wanly in it among the tombs near Marie like some waif out of Charlotte Bronte. She had her palm read by an amiable Gypsy, shopped for crystal balls and tarot cards and took ghoulish delight in the voodoo museum. She seemed to understand intuitively that death, particularly ghastly death, is part of the historic warp and woof of New Orleans. It has always been part of the theater of the city, even part of the fun.

But that, of course, is in the abstract.

Just last month, as she sat eating incomparable fried eggplant with powdered sugar at Christian's Restaurant, a onetime Lutheran church where the food comes out of the kitchen right where the altar used to be, the now 16-year-old, eyes rapturous with delight, asked why she couldn't go to college at Tulane "so I can be around wonderful people like this all the time."

Today Christian's is not far from the levee break on the Industrial Canal and is likely under water. Along with those wonderful people. What can I tell her now?


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Shayne West Does it again! I don't like Hip Hop but I'm going to have to go out and get this CD.

LOS ANGELES (Sept. 3) - Rapper Kanye West surprised viewers of an NBC benefit concert for Hurricane Katrina victims on Friday by accusing President George W. Bush of racism.

"George Bush doesn't care about black people," West said from New York during the show aired live on the East Coast on NBC, MSNBC, CNBC and Pax, just before cameras cut away to comedian Chris Tucker.

West, who is black, suggested moments earlier that delays in providing relief to survivors of the hurricane that hit the U.S. Gulf Coast on Monday and flooded New Orleans were deliberate. He said America was set up "to help the poor, the black people, the less well-off as slow as possible."

The Grammy award-winning singer, who was paired with comedian Mike Myers, also said in what NBC described as unscripted remarks, "We already realized a lot of the people that could help are at war right now, fighting another way, and they've given them permission to go down and shoot us."

He was apparently referring to shoot-on-sight orders issued to National Guard troops to halt violence and looting in New Orleans.

West also criticized the media's portrayal of blacks, saying: "I hate the way they portray us in the media. If you see a black family, it says they're looting. See a white family, it says they're looking for food."

In a statement, NBC, a unit of General Electric Co.,said, "Kanye West departed from the scripted comments that were prepared for him, and his opinions in no way represent the views of the networks.

"It would be most unfortunate," the statement continued, "if the efforts of the artists who participated tonight and the generosity of millions of Americans who are helping those in need are overshadowed by one person's opinion."

The program, hosted by Matt Lauer of NBC News, urged viewers to donate to the American Red Cross Disaster Relief Fund. It included 18 presenters, and featured performances by New Orleans natives Harry Connick Jr. and Wynton Marsalis, as well as Louisiana native Tim McGraw and Faith Hill of Mississippi, which was also struck by Katrina.

Separately, the six major U.S. television networks agreed on Friday to a Sept. 9 air date for a rare joint broadcast of a live, all-star charity concert to raise money for survivors of Hurricane Katrina.

No details on talent were immediately unveiled for the show, dubbed "Shelter from the Storm: A Concert for the Gulf Coast."

But plans call for an hourlong, commercial-free special featuring musical performances and appearances by leading entertainers appealing for cash donations to the hurricane relief effort.

The stars also will pay tribute to storm victims and rescue personnel who have saved thousands from floodwaters in the stricken region, organizers said.

The telethon will be carried live in the Eastern time zones by six major commercial broadcasters -- CBS, ABC, Fox, NBC, the WB and UPN networks -- and tape-delayed for the West Coast and mountain regions.

The simulcast, starting at 8 p.m. EDT, also will be made available to cable networks, radio stations and broadband Internet providers.

The event is being put together by veteran producer Joel Gallen, the man behind a similar two-hour special aired by the major networks four years ago, 10 days after the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks on the United States.

That telethon, called "America: A Tribute to Heroes," drew 59 million viewers and raised more than $150 million in pledges to assist families of people killed in the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.

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