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August 26, 2006
Por:
:Jose Torres Tama
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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
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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.
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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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