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Masking New Orleans
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On Mardi Gras Day, the nation will be looking to New Orleans to see if we are wearing masks. We'll be wearing them in New Orleans, but they're being worn in Washington D.C. too. That's because the face of our tragedy is being covered up with a big smile -- we are having a party and pretending that the poor people can just go away.
The poor weren't seen in the years before Katrina. Dark skinned women folded down white hotel sheets for revelers in the French Quarter. Men ported and washed dishes behind the screen doors of restaurants where beer-sodden tourists cheered. Children asked for a quarter to sing and dance as visitors from all over the world eyed them like a passing parade. The poor of New Orleans remained a feature of the local scenery as described in a 19th century novel.
The masks we'll see this year have been worn in the past by outsiders who arrived with credit cards and attitudes of privilege and indifference. We too wore masks in our quest for the dollar. We smiled broadly and stepped lively -- livelier perhaps than we should have. We made New Orleans a comfortable place for everybody but ourselves. For the sake of good business, we didn't cry out that we were in dire straits.
At the last census, almost 40 percent of our households made under $20,000 a year, and in my neighborhood, 46 percent made under $15,000. When the police discovered that the seven square miles, which included the neighborhood where I grew up, led the city in homicides, we didn't mobilize ourselves to sweep every block. Nor did we take to the streets screaming for more cops, courts and federal assistance when we threatened once again to become murder capital of the nation in 2005.
We let the bon temps roulle.
Now, with the sight of American citizens exiled on highways, the paint should have washed off all of our faces. But instead, the government's plan for the poor masks a carnival economy without even a trickle down. Joseph Canizaro, chief author of the city's redevelopment plan, who reportedly raised $200,000 for Bush's 2004 reelection, told PBS' "NewsHour," "But I will tell you we will not have as many poor people. There's no question. I've talked to a lot of them. They are better where they are. They want to stay where they are because they have a better life."
In the past, we woke to the sounds of Mardi Gras Indians singing songs to wake the neighborhood. Homemade maskers walked to Canal Street, stopping at the wooden, shotgun houses of friends to eat breakfast. There was someone to visit, a place to sit, something to eat or drink and someone to dance with every few blocks.
This Mardi Gras, people will go to the parades, but mostly for their children's sake. To keep up their spirits, they might even dress up and join the Blue Tarp costume contest. But they will remember that the last march that met on the corner of Clairborne and Orleans -- where Black Mardi Gras is always held -- was a month ago. Then, the second line clubs marched for housing.
Fatima Shaik is the author of four books set in Louisiana and a former reporter for the New Orleans Times-Picayune.
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