August 26, 2006                                                                    Por: :Jose Torres Tama

 

By now, most of you are probably aware that I escaped the social chaos that engulfed New Orleans in Katrina’s wake on a pirated school bus. In fact, I was on the same bus that delivered Allen Toussaint, a treasured son and musical genius of the Crescent City, out of the madness on Wednesday night after the storm. Since then, I have written numerous cyber essays about the post-Katrina mess that New Orleans is still in, as we approach the ominous anniversary.

I am in the process of putting together a collection of these essays for a book called “New Orleans in Exile: Hard Living in the Post-Katrina Big Easy.” This fall I also begin touring a new performance that was created from my personal experiences of seeing civility fold like a fragile house of cards in Katrina’s winds and water.

“The Cone of Uncertainty: New Orleans after Katrina” will be presented for two shows as part of an artist-in-residency program at The Ohio State University in Columbus, OH. My visit is hosted by the Department of Theatre, and the residency includes a public lecture called “Performance Art as a Tool for Social Change,” and a workshop for MFA Theater students called “Exploring the Personal to Comment on the Political in Performance.” The residency dates are from September 27 - 30, 2006.

“The Cone of Uncertainty” will be presented for two shows on Friday and Saturday, September 29 & 30 at 7:30pm in the Roy Bowen Theatre. I welcome any of you who have expressed interest in this new work to attend these performances and have an opportunity to experience this live art show.

If you cannot attend and are interested in receiving more information on the Katrina solo and residency activities, please contact me, and I can provide some more information. I encourage you to consider this performance as part of your future presentations, for it offers a unique perspective from an artist who directly witnessed the apocalyptic abandonment of New Orleans. Above all, this performance is born out of a sense of personal urgency and a mission to not let New Orleans be forgotten, as in the days after the storm. A year later, the city remains 70% destroyed, and the issues of “race and class” and “media propaganda and crisis” that surfaced in the unfolding of this tragedy are universal concerns, which affect all of our communities across the country.

The show will also travel in October to Northampton Community College in Bethlehem, PA for two performances on October 12 & 13. Other residencies are being developed with universities in California and presenters in Washington D.C., and Houston, TX.

Thank you for your support.

Jose Torres Tama & ArteFuturo Productions
2453 Dauphine Street &
New Orleans, LA 70117
504.232.2968
www.torrestama.com

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Columbus, OH: The Theater Department at The Ohio State University Artist-in-residency from September 27 – 30, 2006

September 28: “Performance Art as a Tool For Social Change”
This multi-media performed analysis explores the role of the performance artist as a social provocateur, and the development of performance practices as creative strategies to initiate dialog concerning issues of race, gender, war, homelessness, and the AIDS crisis.
The audience is encouraged to participate in a discussion of art that crosses into the territory of the social and its effectiveness as a tool for change.

Sept. 29 - 30 Roy Bowen Theatre:
“The Cone of Uncertainty: New Orleans after Katrina”
Written, Performed, and Conceptualized by José Torres Tama

José has lived in New Orleans for the past 22 years, and he managed to escape the social chaos that submerged the “Crescent City” after Hurricane Katrina on a stolen school bus, which was operating a rescue mission of Creole families. In his latest solo, he tells his survival story and explores the criminal negligence of federal officials, as people were made to beg for help and water in front of national TV cameras. Through an inventive fusion of spoken word, storm footage projections, movement and rituals, and a variety of voices and characters he inhabits deftly, Torres Tama offers a performance that is politically provocative, visually engaging, and profoundly moving.

“The Cone of Uncertainty” debuted at the renowned Highways Performance Space in Los Angeles last November with the support of residency funds from the National Performance Network. Highways’ Director Leo Garcia invited José to transform his cyber essays into a new work created through the center’s support.

Sept. 30: “Exploring the Personal to Comment on the Political in Performance Art”
Through this interactive workshop, the artist investigates the usage of autobiographical material as subject matter to explore larger issues concerning race, religion, gender, and politics within performance art. The personal story is discussed as an imprint of a particular experience in time with universal and political resonance. The students are led through a series of improvised text and conceptual movement exercises designed to inspire the revealing of the secret self. The artist offers a safe and nurturing space for the sharing of such personal experiences.

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Dear national arts communities:

New Orleans remains in the “cone of uncertainty” and the future of this genuine American city that is almost 300 years old seems to be in the hands of a government that abandoned us in the first days after Katrina’s flood waters marked us forever. Hopefully, we will make more levees and not war in the near future and this administration will endeavor in more rebuilding than destruction. As an artist dedicated to this city, I have returned to endeavor in doing what I know best—organizing my community of artists to proclaim our presence and to transform my personal experiences into art.

“The Cone of Uncertainty: New Orleans After Katrina” is the new piece that I have developed with the generous support of Highways Performance Space in Los Angeles and the invitation by its executive director Leo Garcia to transform my early essays on Katrina’s aftermath into a live art piece.

The work is a multi-disciplinary performance and installation informed by projections of footage by Afro-Cuban filmmaker William Sabourin O’Reilly who began documenting Katrina’s passing at 5:30am Monday morning until his escape the Thursday after. In addition, the work employs personal stories, visual tableau and rituals of fire and water to explore the social storm that precipitated after the natural storm while addressing the necessity to maintain one’s sense of humanity in the struggle for survival.

It is a visually dynamic performance that engages you emotionally as well. “The Cone” will be moving into further development as a commissioned work with the support of Jump-Start Performance in San Antonio, TX, a progressive company that supports performance and experimental theatre of national and international artists.

The residency activities will engage displaced peoples in a series of workshops designed to use performance art as strategy for community healing. If the residency time allows, we would create an original ensemble performance piece with the workshop participants that explores physical and spiritual displacement, crisis and trauma and reinvention of “the self” in the face of such a tragedy.

We have additional interest from a variety of organizations that include the Theater Department at Ohio State University and Teatro Bilingue in Houston. If you have any interest in this project, please contact me at 504-232-2968 or via e-mail at poetafuego@juno.com and/or jose@torrestama.com.

This project is being developed with the production support of Sarah Jane Johnson who recently stage-managed the presentations at Highways in Los Angeles. Ms. Johnson is currently in New York working on her own one-woman show at a new theater space as part of a double bill with another artist. Below is the information. If you are in the Manhattan area, please drop by and support the work of this talented young artist who recently received her Masters in Fine Art and Theater from Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge.

Ashe, gracias and thank you,

Jose Torres Tama
504-232-2968
www.torrestama.com


DEVIL IN A BOX and WARNING SIGNS

Come see two brand spanking new solo shows next Friday and Saturday at the equally brand spanking new 7th Street Small Stage!

December 16th and 17th
8:00 PM
43 E 7th Street between 2nd Avenue and Cooper Square Tickets are $10 Email reservations to jordanfyoung@gmail.com

DEVIL IN A BOX by Sarah Jane Johnson
Sarah Jane Johnson's latest solo piece is a collage of dance, conceptual movement, and heightened poetry that embraces the art of personal story. The show focuses on a woman whose journey into adulthood is ambushed by the horrors of rape in a foreign country and the extraordinary loss of self. From visiting rapists in Angola prison to traveling thousands of miles to prosecute; one fiery red head is strengthened by the ability to share her words while using humor to heal in this passionately honest performance.

WARNING SIGNS by Maggie Surovell
An original, humorous, coming-of-age story about a Jewish/Socialist/ Vegetarian/Feminist named Maggie. Growing up in a radically liberal household wasn't always easy for Maggie, but it did help prepare her for dealing with the reality of racism, religion, vegetarian haters, sexism, and of course her extremely big hair.
Having a politically left-wing father and feminist mother forced Maggie to choose between fitting-in with her friends or standing up for what she believed in. Throughout the piece Maggie makes surprising discoveries that will both shock and delight audiences. WARNING SIGNS will feature a guest appearance by G.W Bush December 16th and 17th 8:00 PM
43 E 7th Street between 2nd Avenue and Cooper Square Tickets are $10 Email reservations to jordanfyoung@gmail.com

 

Dear national arts communities,

I am writing from the road again in Madison, Wisconsin developing a four-day youth residency project with the Overture Center for the Arts and engaging with Latino teens in the area through a series of workshops and performances in local High Schools. Below are the details as my tour continuous from here to Los Angeles for the debut of a new solo called “the Cone of Uncertainty: New Orleans after Katrina,” but I spent the past Halloween weekend n New Orleans shortly after I left Ann Arbor finishing the project at the University of Michigan. Halloween weekend was the perfect backdrop for my second return to the city since I evacuated. The Marigny neighborhood and the French Quarter seemed back to normal with costumed locals reclaiming the small portion of the city that is inhabitable with second lines and public rituals of music and dance, but at the same time the eerie feeling of unknowing was everywhere and plenty of stories were about the mass number of evictions the subculture, artists and people of color are facing.

In addition, the exploitation of Latino immigrant labor is unimaginable more than inhumane, and we need to mount a collective scream of outrage against these practices. In both of my returns to the city, I have met which Latino workers in bars telling me of horrific stories of being cheated by contactors who promise money and pay them nothing. I encountered one Puerto Rican. Read America citizen, who told me that after two weeks of labor for twelve hours at a time, he was told that he would not be paid and if he wanted to mount any dispute to go to Birmingham, Alabama. The company name he game was called “Live Short,” but he had no other information. When informed about this situation by these employers, he and others how were in the same labor force for the past two weeks were escorted out of their hotel rooms, where they had been housed, but none other than the rogue New Orleans Police Department. These are your tax dollars ate work people and no one seems to be addressing this issues in the newspapers there because it simply is not “sexy” to report on the abuse of the Latino labor force working under the most abhorrent conditions in New Orleans. It is the wild, wild West and the days of feudal lords.

New Orleans has digressed into an 18th Century feudal madhouse where labor and life are not valued specially if you are a Latino and an immigrant. I hope that it becomes clear to all of you why they, the construction companies and Haliburton subcontractors reaping wealthy no-bid awards, have not brought back the displaced African American community to be a labor force. What kind of national and local outrage would they have to face if they exploited the evacuated black labor force with such abusive practices that the Latino laborers are experiencing right now? It is quite obvious that my Latino people, mi raza cosmica, my brown people working endless hours under unbearable conditions to repair my beloved broken city are the "chosen ones" to absorb this exploitation silently without the outcries or support of labor organizations. I beg of you to assist us in fighting these abuses. Not surprisingly, my Latino people have been demonized as well for taking these jobs that no one, black, white or Asian would certainly take under these conditions. All the ingredients are in place to criminalize my culture while we bear the mistreatments of capitalist employers abusing our bodes, our dignity, our labor and our souls. Bienvenidos a los Estados Unidos. Welcome, my friends, to new millennium America

Our own Mayor Nagin has expressed to cheering groups of gringo business men how “its good to have some Mexicans” in town, but to not worry that they will overtake the city. Do not be fooled by his complexion because Nagin is a perfect black puppet of the white business mongers. I only hope that he is enjoying their long reaching arms and fist maneuvering his mouth through his backside. I hope that is not too harsh an image or description, but honestly we are being played. I have said it before and I will say it again, this is not a time for holding our tongues. We need to yell loudly about these practices when we could use a little more humanity in this state of emergency. I do not expect such humanity from work contractors and the business owners of New Orleans who are reshaping the city at will. As if all of this was enough to contend with below is another account of my experiences and the evictions that artists and residents of color are facing as well.

Please feel free to distribute this to your cyber communities freely.

Ashe---Jose Torres Tama

New Orleans: Evicted during Halloween
I was in New Orleans for the weekend, and being back in my beloved city precipitates euphoria and an infinite sadness. The euphoria comes from reconnecting with friends and community and returning “home,” the physical home, the spiritual home and the social home, but the unending sadness easily overwhelms that euphoria as the perverse and unfettered capitalistic fangs of landlords are showing themselves in all their sadistic and greedy fervor during this Halloween weekend. Not the costumed witches or ghosts that normally haunt the city are casing alarm, but the newly-fanged landlords who are now allowed to suck the blood of our people dry for the mere gain of more dollars with escalated rental properties and evictions that will facilitate their unfettered greed.

We are being evicted from our physical homes, and our spiritual homes and these inhumane landlords are exacting an ethnic and cultural cleansing. I was served an eviction letter by my opportunistic landlord who had begun to demand rent for October when my Fabourg Marigny neighborhood was still uninhabitable with not electricity and gas—even when our zip code had not made the list of zip codes welcomed back into the city by Mayor Nagin, whose indifference silence concerning these practices makes him complicit in these atrocities.

The naturals storm called Katrina has long passed, but the social storm continuous and we need your help on a national level to bring attention to these evictions and cultural cleansing that is happening right now. Today, another artist friend is facing eviction and is in the process of moving out. Other landlords are just throwing their tenants belongings out into the street. There are horrors like this everyday, and while I was back there for just two days, heard at least ten specific stories of rent gouging and eviction notices at an alarming rate to further displace people and dispossess us even when we have been dispossessed of our spiritual and physical homes for the past two months.

CNN is not reporting this, and certainly Cooper Anderson is not interviewing the many artists and residents who are coming back to evictions, The Times-Picayune had an article on these evictions last week with interviews of landlords and their perspectives—making themselves sound as if they have no other choice but to evict their tenants and throw their belongings out on the street because they have not heard from them. You can probably find the article on the www.nola.com archives and see read that not one tenant had been interviewed to present their perspective. The Times-Picayune’s choice to present only the landlords’ views does not surprise me. They are not touching the tough story of ethnic and cultural cleansing and rent gouging that these evictions are all about. That the Times-Picayune would be on the side of real-estate and property owners comes as no surprise, for they have always been a conservative newspaper.

And for the most part (100% really), the Marigny landlords in my neighborhood where countless evictions are taking place are from the dominant culture whose skin pigment can be described as very white and fare and of European descent, and many have expressed joy at having the “urban element” not return to “their” neighborhood. I am a man of color, a Latino of indigenous descent, and I have been very active in my community in speaking out against the gentrification that before Katrina had already displaced much of the African American working class in that community over the past five years. They are more than happy to try to have my kind evacuated once more and accelerate this process now.

In addition, they have the complete support of councilwoman Jacquelyn Clarkson, who interestingly enough in an overt conflict of interest, runs and a real-estate company of her won with offices at the World Trade Center at the foot of Canal Street,. Ms. Clarkson has never been a friend of subculture and she was instrumental in trying to eradicate the street performers and brass bands from performing in the Quarter during the early 90’s. Not long ago, she waged a battle against the homeless, and she delights in using her council power to wage war against opponents she feels she can defeat—the bohemian culture of artists and working class people of color. She is always on the side of real estate and property. Look up her record and let it speak for itself. She and the property owners are exacting a cultural and ethnic cleansing. This is not an exaggeration and New Orleans still remains lawless in the hands such piranhas of real estate and we, the artists and residents of color, are their new juicy victims. But we will not let ourselves be victimized by their greed, and we will expose them for the inhumanity they are exhibiting in a time where great compassion is needed.

I am starting a web site called www.FAALNO.com, which stands for Fraudulent And Abusive Landlords New Orleans. We should have it up and running within the next few days and we aim to post listing of all incidents concerning these evictions. We aim to fight back with class action suits already in progress and to expose them locally, nationally and internationally for the insidious capitalists practices that they are exacting in a state of emergency.

Jose Torres Tama
www.torrestama.com


ON TOUR:
After an intense evacuation from New Orleans in a pirated school bus to escape the social chaos in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Jose Torres Tama is on the move again with multidisciplinary projects that explore the immigrant experience, the American Dream mythology and the effects of media on our lives. Adding to this, the artist will debut a new solo called “The Cone of Uncertainty: New Orleans after Katrina” at the acclaimed Highways Performance Space in Los Angeles, CA.

Combining bilingual text, personal stories, movement and rituals of fire and water, he recounts the sense of abandonment that grew with each day after the storm and the social order that began to fold like a house of cards in the wake of Katrina’s category five pounding of New Orleans. In the process, he speaks of a universal challenge under such conditions in which one’s reptilian instinct for personal survival had to be balanced by maintaining a sense of humanity and to act in the service of others who were less fortunate.

His solo shows are hybrid performance art spectacles--informed by bilingual texts, spoken word, visual tableaus, movement and rituals of fire. Catch him at these various projects across the country. His “Youth Performance Projects” cultivate the young voices of African American & Latino teens through a creative forum that engages the teens in cross-cultural collaboration and self-empowerment to speak and perform their personal stories.

Upcoming Residency & Performance Projects Fall 2005

Ann Arbor, MI: University of Michigan Artist in Residence Oct. 21-28
Performing “Between the Pen & the Sword” & Student Workshops
Academic Lecture “Performance Art as a Tool for Social Change”

Madison, WI: The Overture Center for the Arts Nov. 1-4
Three-day “Youth Residency” and Performances

Los Angeles, CA: Highways Performance Space Nov. 7-14
National Performance Network Residency
Debut of New Solo “The Cone of Uncertainty: New Orleans after Katrina”
Four Shows November 10-13

Visit www.torrestama for more information and details on thee upcoming events.


Brief Bio: Based in New Orleans and working in that arts community for twenty years, Jose Torres Tama has toured the U.S and internationally to Eastern Europe and Mexico for the past decade. Cornell, Duke, Rutgers, LSU and the University of Michigan are some of the many institutions that have presented his solo performances, youth residencies and academic lectures on performance art as a tool for social change.
The recipient of a Louisiana Theater Fellowship and an award from the NEA, he often explores the effects of media on identity and race relations, the “American Dream” mythology and the Latino immigrant experience. His work with marginalized Latino and African American teens that employs performance art as a creative strategy to cultivate the voices of the unheard has been profiled on NPR and has received much praise as an empowering example of how art can transform lives. www.torrestama.com

 




I am writing from Ann Arbor where I have been at the University of Michigan engaged in an artist-in-residence project. I have been conducting performance art workshops with students here, and I will be performing my solo piece ‘Between the Pen and the Sword" tonight at the Lydia Mendelson Theatre. The program begins at 7pm with students performing the works that they have created through the performance workshops, and I follow with my solo.

The show is free and open to the public and has been sponsored by multiple departments including Latina/o Studies, The Program in American Culture, The Center for World Performance Studies and the Drama and Theatre Department. My residency here is in honor of Hispanic Heritage Month, as part of it, we will also debut a film by New Orleans William Saborin O’Reilly, an Afro-Cuban film maker, who documented his stay after Katrina and his eventual escape in a 42 minute work-in-progress entitled "Old Orleans." William is a good friend of mine and he recently sent me the DVD version of this film. I am trying to create venue possibilities for its viewing in conjunction with my current tour across the country.

This film will be shown in conjunction with a lecture I present on Thursday called ‘Performance Art as a Tool for Social Change," where we will engage in a dialogue on the tragedy of New Orleans after Katrina and the importance of artists presenting their perspectives. Below is the narrative of my solo show and the information on the tour that continues from here to Madison, Wisconsin and ends in Los Angeles will the debut of a new performance that I am creating called "the Cone of Uncertainty: New Orleans after Katrina."

Gracias,

Jose Torres Tama
www.torrestama.com
poetafuego@juno.com or jose@torrestama.com
504-232-2968

"BETWEEN THE PEN & THE SWORD" is Jose Torres Tama’s latest solo performance that combines personal stories, bilingual prose, incantations, movement, and rituals of fire to explore the Latino immigrant experience and the search for the "American Dream" as a mythic journey of rites-of-passage in urban culture.
While his point of departure is the mythology of the personal journey, Torres Tama touches upon such universal themes as the struggle between good and evil, the spiritual search in a consumer culture, racial conflict in a segregated society and whether to wage one’s battle with the pen or the sword. Delivering his work with the intensity of an urban warrior, he moves rapidly from poetic drama to the hilariously absurd--continuously breaking the wall between performer and audience.

TOUR INFO:
After an intense evacuation from New Orleans in a pirated school bus to escape the social chaos in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Jose Torres Tama is on the move again with multidisciplinary projects that explore the immigrant experience, the American Dream mythology and the effects of media on our lives.
Adding to this, the artist will debut a new solo called "The Cone of
Uncertainty: New Orleans after Katrina" at the acclaimed Highways Performance Space in Los Angeles, CA.
Combining bilingual text, personal stories, movement and rituals of fire and water, he recounts the sense of abandonment that grew with each day after the storm and the social order that began to fold like a house of cards in the wake of Katrina’s category five pounding of New Orleans. In the process, he speaks of a universal challenge under such conditions in which one’s reptilian instinct for personal survival had to be balanced by maintaining a sense of humanity and to act in the service of others who were less fortunate.
His solo shows are hybrid performance art spectacles--informed by bilingual texts, spoken word, visual tableaus, movement and rituals of fire. Catch him at these various projects across the country. His "Youth Performance Projects"
cultivate the young voices of African American & Latino teens through a creative forum that engages the teens in cross-cultural collaboration and self-empowerment to speak and perform their personal stories.
Upcoming Residency & Performance Projects Fall 2005 Ann Arbor, MI: University of Michigan Artist in Residence Oct. 21-28 Performing "Between the Pen & the Sword" & Student Workshops Academic Lecture "Performance Art as a Tool for Social Change"
Madison, WI: The Overture Center for the Arts Nov. 1-4 Three-day "Youth Residency" and Performances Los Angeles, CA: Highways Performance Space Nov. 7-14 National Performance Network Residency Debut of New Solo "The Cone of Uncertainty: New Orleans after Katrina"
Four Shows November 10-13
Visit www.torrestama for more information and details on thee upcoming events.

Brief Bio: Based in New Orleans and working in that arts community for twenty years, Jose Torres Tama has toured the U.S and internationally to Eastern Europe and Mexico for the past decade. Cornell, Duke, Rutgers, LSU and the University of Michigan are some of the many institutions that have presented his solo performances, youth residencies and academic lectures on performance art as a tool for social change. The recipient of a Louisiana Theater Fellowship and an award from the NEA, he often explores the effects of media on identity and race relations, the "American Dream" mythology and the Latino immigrant experience. His work with marginalized Latino and African American teens that employs performance art as a creative strategy to cultivate the voices of the unheard has been profiled on NPR and has received much praise as an empowering example of how art can transform lives. www.torrestama.com

 


Hurricane Katrina and the chaos of New Orleans
in her aftermath


by Jose Torres Tama
Baton Rouge, Louisiana


 
Saturday, September 3, 2005 -- Amigos, how do I begin to speak a picture of the aftermath that was an even greater terror than the physical damage that Hurricane Katrina spawned as some kind of water fury birthing an urban Kali-like chaos fueled further by the incompetence of local, state and national officials? The continuous quantity of misinformation that the local and national media began spewing out was irresponsible and more than incorrect at times as the resilient and mythic city of New Orleans was already being pronounced dead and those of us who voluntarily chose to stay behind in hopes of helping to repair whatever damage Katrina might inflict were eventually sequestered by bad news, the ineptitude of local governance and the very late national disaster relief of FEMA's heavy handed "martial law" approach that created an even greater apocalypse.

I chose to stay because I am devoted to a city I love and was willing to ride out any natural storm in a metropolis that has survived yellow fever epidemics and two early fires that burned the old French Quarter to the ground so that the Spanish could rebuild it when it was the capital of its Providences -- even before there was a United States. New Orleans has a history before the imagination of thirteen colonies dreamed a revolution against the British to proclaim their independence. This city is African, Latin, Caribbean, French, Spanish, Irish, Italian, Vietnamese and Honduran and only after the Louisiana Purchase in 1803 did it have an "American" presence and become part of the Union that is now denying it its last breath.

So I ask you where is the compassionate conservative regime that seems politically poised to punish this first multiracial port city in the hemispheric Americas that recently voted itself the color blue in a red state? Is a Christian maniacal executive chief whipping New Orleans into submission like so many African slaves were whipped by similar bible-toting masters only a century and half ago?

I am offering such a historical time line and perspective on how the past effects the present because we are generally uninformed about this city that is more than Mardi Gras, Jazz Fest and the party town of the Old South. I am pleading for a collective scream of outrage from coast to coast to save this eclectic relic of a city that has been a home for many -- from one century to another. New Orleans deserves an organized effort of heart and efficiency. It has survived hurricanes before, but it is having trouble surviving the official storm masquerading as a savior. How is it that this great empire of capital and industry cannot manage to organize its technology to mount a proper rescue for the most precious pueblo in its possession?

I was able to get out on the Wednesday after Katrina hit when the city officials ordered the water shut down. The water was cut and it was time to go. I had to flee this city that I have lived in for the past twenty years not via the efforts of "authorized personnel," but via a pirated bus, a yellow vehicle with the Jefferson Parish School Board brand on its side -- a bus that operated the kind of rescue mission only imagined in a Louisiana Hollywood bayou version of "Hotel Rwanda." I escaped with my partner Claudia Copeland, my writer friend Jimmy Nolan, who is a fifth-generation native born in the middle of an unnamed hurricane, and his neighbor who I only know as Kip. Kip was on his third day of survival without access to a dialysis machine that cleans his liver and allows him to live.

We, the ones who stubbornly stay from one hurricane to another that places us in the "cone of uncertainty," do so because we understand that our human resilience after the natural storm will help rebuild and weather whatever mother nature decides to throw at us. We know how to live with hurricanes and their aftermath, but we were not prepared for the official sequestering that unleashed an even more furious storm of urban desperation -- desperation that festered like an untreated wound in an August summer.

Yes, Katrina was a force to be reckoned with and her damage was more catastrophic than Hurricane Andrew which hit west of New Orleans in the early ’90s. Yes, there was flooding in East New Orleans, the ninth ward, the Bywater, the Lakeside area, but it was never reported that most of the French Quarter and parts of the second historic neighborhood called the Faubourg Marigny, which borders the old city, was mostly above water and actually very dry only hours after the category five pounding of Katrina.

We were recipients of all the prayers and rituals that keep New Orleans from total destruction because the Virgin Mary, Yemaya and the river goddesses always protect us at the last possible minute and even Katrina did not hit us directly with her unrelenting winds and water. This city that knows respect for the ancients, this city of ghosts and ancestors is ultimately protected by the magic chants, offerings and incantations of the local voodoo priestesses and practitioners who are at work every hurricane season to make their voices heard so that mother nature veers her force just enough to allow us another year of life. I have more faith in the voodoo practitioners and their prayers for the city than the officials of local and state government whose initial perplexing decisions began plunging us into greater despair after the storm.

I live on Dauphine Street in the Marigny neighborhood that extends down river east of the Quarter. We were mostly dry and the camel-back house that I rent had very little damage with some of the siding blown along the side yard. I am a pantheist, meaning that I respect many religious beliefs, and like other New Orleanians, I have altars at my house. I am in certain belief that the one altar to "La Virgen Maria" inspired the large fig tree in my back yard to fall towards the spacious open green space and away from the back porch. In fact, I have a cement statute of the Virgin Mary that had been positioned in a grassy cove between the two backyard trees, and before Katrina arrived, I placed her in the safety of the kitchen hallway. The large fig tree that fell would have crushed her and had it fallen in the opposite direction, it would have crushed half of the house.

As such, most of the houses in this area were intact -- structurally with one or two houses compromised by a fallen tree. Yes, trees lined a variety of parallel streets with names like Royal, Burgundy and Chartres. These streets were impassible, but this was minor as compared to the more eastern sections of the city that were closer to the eye of the storm. We were spared Katrina's eye and the Northeastern quadrant that always carries a greater punch as demonstrated by the destructive remnants seen in Biloxi and Gulfport, Mississippi. Overall, this area and the middle of the French Quarter where I rode out the storm at Jimmy's house was not flooded in contrast to local and national reports that were carelessly assessing the Quarter as being "destroyed."

Can you imagine the terror that this bad information evoked in my mother who lives in Jersey City, New Jersey and had been praying for me, Claudia and my friends since before Katrina hit on Sunday night? My mother is a devout Catholic and she prays with heartfelt belief that God will hear you in times of despair.

But the misinformation and irresponsible reports began at 10pm that night when the local CBS affiliate Channel 4, which had relocated a crew to Baton Rouge, began reporting that the weather conditions in the French Quarter had already deteriorated. They began sounding off a false alarm to anyone that had changed their minds at this time of night and were considering to seek safer shelter. Their "news" was that it was too dangerous to walk the streets of the Quarter now in search of shelter at the Superdome because the weather conditions had "deteriorated." This was absolutely untrue -- false, a fabricated "news" lie by reporters who were 85 miles away at the state capitol. I was there in the middle of the French Quarter and the conditions were such that some light rain and wind was all that you could experience.

In fact, I was on a second floor balcony in the heart of the Vieux Carre at Dumaine and Royal Street, and certainly if anyone was in belief of this information, they would have lost a chance to seek shelter. Where these reporters were getting their misinformation from and recycling it out to the local community is unknown to me, but for a crew safely stowed away in Baton Rouge, they had no right to spew out this nonsense. Not only was this more of the sensationalized rubbish disguising itself as journalism, but these reporters began selling panic as a consumer item. Yes, it was beyond being irresponsible because while they were sitting over-caked in make-up in a safe makeshift studio, they became an ugly metaphor for the spewing of misinformation and panic mongering that grew into an apocalyptic speculation that already had the city under twenty-feet of water even when Katrina was 100 miles away and moving eastward.

They digressed into a reality TV news show that was now using Katrina as a measure for high ratings. Be aware that when a hurricane is in the Gulf, the reporters and weather men and women are the stars of the show. These were not journalists bringing you information, for they resembled chattering egos positioning themselves for "glorious coverage" -- not unlike the city council officials who were also gloating in the applause for themselves for their "contra-flow" evacuation strategies that again turned the interstate 10 East and West into a parking lot of more desperation. It seemed that very little had improved from last year's highway experiment that clogged evacuees for ten hours to move thirty miles outside of the city in either direction as Hurricane Ivan "the terrible" had us in its "cone of uncertainty" then.

Come every June, we, as citizens of New Orleans, know that we will be placed in the "cone of uncertainty" again and again by newly-named storms and depressions that may organize themselves into hurricanes of categories from one to five. We prepare as always by shuttering our homes, boarding any exposed windows, gathering batteries, canned foods, candles, flashlights, wine and bottled water. We are efficient in such rituals and can make our environments hurricane ready in a few hours of concentrated energy. We are not made desperate by the threats of hurricanes that come into the Gulf of Mexico every year, but after Katrina hit, we became some kind of social experiment as water supplies were cut off, private rescuers were blocked by officials acting on martial law and rumors that the French Quarter was going to be submerged on Tuesday afternoon because of the levee breaches and the failure of the national rescue efforts to secure that damage spread panic to the point that the fire department at the residential end of the Quarter abandoned their station.

By the afternoon of Wednesday, August 31, on other rumors that private hotels like the Hotel Monteleone at the Canal St. end of the Quarter were possibly having buses evacuate their guests to safety, we purchased the hope of a $45 dollar ticket to Houston, TX on a fleet of vehicles that were to arrive by 6pm. The hotel management, encouraged by its desperate guests, had organized a twenty-five-thousand-dollar rescue mission of chartered buses escorted by state police to take their trapped tourists to safety. A few hundred residents had learned of this priceless information, and most notably only a few feet away Alan Toussaint, the legendary composer and Jazz musician, was standing in line with myself, Claudia, Jimmy, and Kip, the three hundred hotel guests and the other two-hundred lucky residents holding tickets out of the apocalypse.

Nightfall arrived and it was 9pm. The private buses were missing. The hotel management was as confused us all of us waiting as to why we were still standing there at this time of night with only the city police escort they had also hired just in case their missing buses were rushed by people without the proper tickets to board. When the yellow pirate school bus cut the dark like some night creature on the street pointing its blinding headlight eyes to the waiting hundreds, some cheers broke the whisperings, and we finally thought our hired fleet of heroic rescue vehicles had arrived. The lone bus only arrived with the information that the fleet had been commandeered -- confiscated -- stolen by local police officials acting on martial law.

All along, I had placed myself in waiting close to the hotel management at the corner of Royal and Iberville Street to be in proximity to overhear any information on what was unfolding. Only then did I speak to one of the yellow bus crew of two who told me there were no buses coming and that they were there relaying this difficult news while offering passage to Baton Rouge at fifty dollars a head. Imagine how this conversation was taking place in the flashlight lit dark of night on a French Quarter street corner where the sounds of madness were audible a block away on the infamous Bourbon Street that normally hosts an all-night party for Puritans and yahoos that come to unwind, drink, and throw up from all parts of the country because they cannot have that much fun in their own cities of social convention and Christian repression.

Certainly, we made an offer to the bus driver for the four of us that was quite below their asking rate, and like any other transaction under the table in this city, it was accepted. We got on the bus as the Monteleone management was trying to figure out what to do and if to relay the bad news to the five hundred people that were losing hope as the night grew more ominous. We handed over our collection of dollars to the bus driver and sat on the cold steel floor, with Alan Toussaint already having been the first to mount this pirate bus when it pulled up to the street. He sat among a small group of folks that were already on board -- occupying one of the coveted seats. I was ecstatic to be on any vehicle ready to drive me out of town and would have sat on the roof if I had to.

If the Monteleone could privately engineer a rescue effort to bring in ten buses, then how is it possible that the city and state could not organize a fleet of 100, 200 or 300 buses to rescue all the people left behind? These officials could have used the stealth training of the pirate bus crew that seemed to come in and out of town through back roads that were quite dry as opposed to "official news" accounts that flood waters compromised all land rescue efforts.

We, the citizens of New Orleans who have managed to escape, are willing to mount our own pirate and private efforts to come and rescue our friends and family members who are still trapped by the infinite and mounting incompetence of those in command.

I ask you to mount a collective scream of outrage into cyberspace, the radio and TV stations, so that we can come in to do what we have always done in times of disaster and that is to lend a genuine human effort that is tribal, community oriented and truly compassionate. We are being played as a reality TV show for political sadists who have the audacity to publicly say we are not worthy of governmental support because we are an old city. On Thursday of last week after my escape, I heard that a Republican politician spewed some vitriol to that effect. Yes, we are an old city in these young United States, and we have survived a few bad governments, slavery, and tropical plagues. Right now we are bearing witness to the social plague of heartlessness, racism and political inefficiency and it is denying life to this gumbo city of African, Caribbean, Spanish, French, Irish, and Italian influences. We are being denied the opportunity to rise into the future of this century. We are being denied the opportunity to return to the city we love and rebuild it as only we can "re-shape" it into the grand Madame that it has been from one century to another.

Jose Torres Tama

Baton Rouge, LA

Saturday, September 3, 2005

504-232-2968

e-mail: poetafuego@juno.com

 

 


Dear national arts community and New Orlenians in exile,

As you may well be aware, there has been very little mention in the
national press about the Latino community of New Orleans and how they
fared in the wake of Katrina's fury and the social chaos. Most of you
may know that the New Orleans suburb of Kenner has been home to the
biggest concentrations of Latinos of Honduran descent. This community
dates back to the days of the United Fruit Company, and its numbers near
the two-hundred thousand mark.

The news radio journal program called "Latino USA" is a syndicated NPR
show that is heard on about 190 stations across the country. Last week
they dedicated most of their half-hour program to offer a Latino
perspective on the effects of Katrina. Myself and Nicolas Castellanos,
who happens to live around the corner from me in the Marigny, were
interviewed by the premiere Latina journalist in the county Maria
Hinojosa on what we experienced while being sequestered in the city
after Katrina. In addition, they feature an interview with the Honduran
Ambassador on the plight of many Hondurans and their human losses as
Kenner was flooded badly after the storm.

You can go to www.latinousa.org <http://www.latinousa.org/>  and hear
the program on line

or look to see if your local PR station carries it.

I will be writing more about the fact that the New Orleans Latino
community has been invisible in the news coverage of Katrina even while
this community has grown quite a bit over the last decade in numbers
while representing a diverse Latino Diaspora. Latinos in New Orleans are
as diverse a group as can be found in many cities across the U.S., and
they include Mexicans, Cubans, Puerto Ricans, Dominicans, El
Salvadorians, Costa Ricans, Guatemalans, Nicaraguans, Hondurans,
Ecuadorians and a recent influx of Colombians who all call this northern
most point of the Caribbean su casa.

Gracias,

Jose Torres Tama

Latinousa.org program #846 broadcast from Sept. 9-15, 2005

 

 
 

 

 
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