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Today's Stories April 18, 2006 Behzad Yaghmaian In the Gaze of New Orleans April 17, 2006 Kevin Zeese An Interview with the First Arab-American Senator: Jim Abourezk on Bush's Lies and the Dems' Complicity Uri Avnery Olmert the Fox Norman Solomon Why Won't Moveon.Org Oppose the Bombing of Iran? John Ross A Real Day Without Mexicans? Laila al-Haddad The Earth is Closing in on Us: Dispatch from Gaza Jeffrey Blankfort A Tale of Two Members of Congress and the Capitol Hill Police Website of the Day Dixie Chicks: Not Ready to Back Down   April 15 / 16, 2006 Jeffrey St. Clair How Star Wars Came to the Arctic Ralph Nader Remembering Rev. William Sloan Coffin Thaddeus Hoffmeister The Ghost of Shinseki: the General Who Was Sent Out to Pasture for Being Right Kevin Prosen / Dave Zirin Privilege Meets Protest at Duke Thomas P. Healy Taking Care of What We've Been Given: a Conversation with Wendell Berry Kristoffer Larsson Are 40 Percent of All Swedes Anti-Semitic?: Anatomy of a Statistical Flim-Flam Fred Gardner Continuing Medical (Marijuana) Education Edwin Krales New York's Katrina: the Hidden Toll of AIDS Among Blacks and the Poor Brian Cloughley Don't Blitz Iran: Risking the Ultimate Blowback John Holt Walking Off Vietnam with Edward Abbey's Surrogate Son Seth Sandronsky What Billionaires Mean By Education Reform: Oprah, Bill Gates and the Privatization of Public Schools Rafael Renteria Making It Plain About New Orleans Michael Ortiz Hill In the Ashes of Lament: an Easter Meditation William A. Cook An Israel Accountability Act Gideon Levy Shooting Nasarin: a Story About a Little Girl Andrew Wimmer Stopping the Bush Juggernaut: a New Citizens Campaign Madis Senner Talking Points for Easter Weekend: Jesus Didn't Lie, Mr. Bush Michael Kuehl The Sex Police State: Women as "Rapists" and "Pedophiles"? Mark Scaramella When Even God Can't Follow His Own Commandments: the Timeless Scarcasm of Mark Twain Nate Mezmer 187 Proof: Living and Dying Hip-Hop Jesse Walker Playlist Poets' Basement Engel, Laymon and Subiet Website of the Weekend Pink Serenades Bush   April 14, 2006 Col. Dan Smith Candor or Career?: Why Few Top Military Officials Resign on Principle Saul Landau Ho Chi Minh City Moves On Without Regrets Stan Cox The Real Death Tax Kevin Zeese Hersh vs. Bush on Iran: Who Would You Believe? Brian McKinlay Bad Times for Bush's Buddies Howard Meyers Dwarves, Knives and Freedom: Bush, Jr. is No LBJ Ishmael Reed The Colored Mind Doubles: How the Media Uses Blacks to Chastize Blacks Website of the Day Asshole: a Film Strip   April 13, 2006 CounterPunch News Service Powell's "Bitch"? Norman Solomon The Lobby and the Bulldozer Stanley Heller Time to Shake Up the Peace Movement Jeff Birkenstein Bush and Freedom of Speech Evelyn J. Pringle Not So Fast, Mr. Powell Michael Donnelly The Week the Bush Administration Fell Apart Kamran Matin Synergism of the Neo-Cons: What's Going On In Iran? Website of the Day "Don't Be Afraid of the Neo-Cons"   April 12, 2006 Vijay Prashad Resisting Fences Alan Maass The Suicide of Anthony Soltero Dave Lindorff Bush's Insane First Strike Policy: If You Don't Want to Get Whacked, You'd Better Get Your Nation a Nuke ... Fast Ron Jacobs Resistance: the Remedy for Fear Ramzy Baroud The Imminent Decline of the American Empire? Randall Dodd How a Wal-Mart Bank will Harm Consumers Missy Comley Beattie The Boy President Who Cried "Wolf!" P. Sainath The Corporate Hijack of India's Water Website of the Day "The System is Irretrievably Corrupt"   April 11, 2006 Al Krebs Corporate Agriculture's Dirty Little Secret: Immigration and a History of Greed Lawrence R. Velvel The Gang That Couldn't Leak Straight Sonia Nettinin Palestinian Health Care Conditions Under Israeli Occupation Willliam S. Lind The Fourth Plague Hits the Pentagon: Generals as Private Contractors Robert Ovetz Endangered Species in a Can: the Disappearance of Big Fish Pratyush Chandra Nepalis Say, "Ya Basta!" Grant F. Smith The Bush Administration's Final Surprise? Laray Polk Loud, Soft, Hard, Quiet: Marching Through Dallas for Immigrant Rights Francis Boyle O'Reilly and the Law of the Jungle: How to Beat a Bully on His Home Turf José Pertierra A Glimpse into the Mindset of Terrorists: Posada Carriles, Orlando Bosch and the Downing of Cubana Flight 455 Website of the Day The Dead Emcee Scrolls   April 10, 2006 Ralph Nader Tinhorn Caesar and the Spineless Democrats Heather Gray Atlanta and the Assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. Uri Avnery The Big Wink Joshua Frank Big Greens and Beltway Politics: Betting on Losers Seth Sandronsky Immigration and Occupations Michael Leonardi The Italian Elections: "Reality is No Longer Important" Evelyn Pringle Did Bush Pull a Fast One on Fitzgerald? Tom Kerr FoxNews Does Ward Churchill Lucinda Marshall The Lynching of Cynthia McKinney Website of the Day Brown Berets April 7 -9, 2006 Alexander Cockburn If Only They'd Hissed Barack Obama Jeffrey St. Clair The Saga of Magnequench: Outsourcing US Missile Technology to China Patrick Cockburn The War Gets Grimmer Every Day David Vest The Rebuking and Scorning of Cynthia McKinney Dave Lindorff The Impeachment Clock Just Clicked Forward Gary Leupp "Ideologies of Hatred:" What Did Condi Mean? Elaine Cassel The Moussaoui Trial: What Kind of Justice is This? Saul Landau Vietnam Diary: Hue Without Rules James Ridgeway "This is Betty Ong Calling": a Short Film Ron Jacobs Why Iran was Right to Refuse US Money John Walsh Kerry Advocates Iraqization: Too Little, Too Late Ramzy Baroud The US Attitude Toward Hamas: Disturbing Parallels with Nicaragua Christopher Brauchli Bush Finds Democracy Has Its Limits Todd Chretien What the Pentagon Budget Could Buy for America Jonathan Scott Javelins at the Head of the Monolith John Bomar What They're Saying About Bush in Arkansas Michele Brand Iran, the US and the EU Ronan Sheehan Remember When the Irish First Met the Chinese? Mickey Z. Let Us Now Praise OIL Don Monkerud March of the Bunglers Michael Dickinson The Rich Young Man: a Miracle Play Website of the Weekend The Case Against Israel and Munich: Compare and Contrast

April 18 , 2006 Seven Months After Katrina In the Gaze of New Orleans By BEHZAD YAGHMAIAN "Katrina was the act of God. This was actually a good thing. There were too many Black people in New Orleans before. Too many of them. Katrina took care of this. New Orleans will be a better city in the future. You know, people call this a disaster. Katrina was not a disaster. Tsunami was a disaster. This was not." -- a Texan I interviewed in New Orleans. The old metal bridge behind us, our teary eyes gazing with awe at the world outside, occasional sighs breaking the heavy weight of a deadly silence in the car, we drove at a crawling speed through blocks of rubble and destroyed homes, rusted bicycles and broken toys, capsized cars, loose cables and wires, and overturned lamp poles. A badly damaged truck had found a home in what was once someone's living room. A mud stained white jacket stood on a coat hanger on a broken sofa. A large stuffed animal sitting alone on a pile of rubble momentarily kidnapped me to the imagined laughter of a happy child holding the animal with affection, speaking to it, telling it childhood stories. A small cat rested on the hood of a rusty truck, gazing under the afternoon sun. Howling wind rudely entering and leaving people's homes through the broken doors and windows, picking up dust, plastic bags, and small pieces of rubble, slamming broken doors and windows. An unending cycle of deafening wind, silence, occasional sound of slow running engines, and distant pounding, and silence again—an unbearable silence telling stories of the dashed dreams and memories in what was once the Lower Ninth, a predominantly poor and lower middle class black neighborhood in New Orleans. This was March 20, 2006, seven months after the Lower Ninth was hit by Katrina. Located close to the mouth of the Mississippi River, and originally a plantation area, the Lower Ninth was home to African slaves and poor Irish, German, and Italian immigrants, the working men and women who unable to find affordable housing elsewhere, took the risk of living in an area under the constant threat of flooding. Drainage systems and canals were built in the twentieth century to protect the area from flooding, but the Lower Ninth remained poor and underdeveloped enclave housing impoverished African Americans. Among them were retirees, bus drivers and cooks, homeowners, those who had paid off their loans after many years of arduous labor, manual laborers, and the poor Black working class. In 2005, nearly 100,000 people, mostly African American lived in the Lower Ninth, nearly 40,000 below the poverty line. Despite their widespread poverty, the residents built homes, schools, and churches. They practiced their culture and rituals, produced world famous artists and musicians, and became an important part of the cultural and political life of New Orleans, a predominantly African American city in the United States. Katrina became the last chapter in that history. The population movement that followed ended the African life in the Lower Ninth and the predominance of African Americans in New Orleans. Seven months after if was devastated by Hurricane Katrina, the Lower Ninth symbolized the pains, hopes and disappointments, and the frustration of the men and women that gave New Orleans its unique character. Once the life and soul of New Orleans, they were now uprooted, displaced in their country of birth, dispersed in strange places. Many had lost hope for returning to their old neighborhoods, schools and hospitals, and all that made the Lower Ninth their beloved home. Accompanied by a small group of colleagues, I visited the Lower Ninth and other devastated areas of New Orleans in March 2006. Strolling in the deserted streets of the Lower Ninth, I noticed a family from afar. Old and young, all wearing masks, they stared at a boarded up house, picked up garbage from the sidewalk, moved back and forth. Approaching the family I introduced myself to an older man looking in his sixties, wearing a white T-shirt with a picture of a Harley Davidson bike, an eagle, and words reading, "Ride with Pride." A blue baseball hat covering his gray hair, a salt and pepper mustache adding to the charm and friendliness of his chubby face, he shook my hand. Antoine, he introduced himself. "Sorry to intrude," I said, explaining that I was in the Lower Ninth to gain a better understanding of life after Katrina. Excusing himself, and calling the rest of the family, his wife, daughter, and grand children, he said, "They will be happy to speak to you." Smiling kindly and welcoming me to the Lower Ninth, a woman in her thirties waked towards me. "We will talk to you," she said. Standing outside a damaged home, wearing heavy gloves, and a mask to protect her from dust and diseases, she said, "We came here today to see what happened to our home. We cannot even get in. It is all destroyed inside. We are here to pick up a picture, anything…But everything is destroyed," she said, pausing, looking at the house again, and turning back to me. "We cannot even get it," she said again. Her first return home, she had driven all night with her parents and her three children from Arkansas in a car donated by a local church to collect pieces of memory she left behind when Katrina forced her out of the Lower Ninth. "We were at the convention center," she said. "We were there for a week before they got us out. We suffered enough there. We were in the convention center when we heard the explosion. Everybody was sobbing, picking up their children and running.We thought they had blown the levees. We did not know where the explosion came from. We just heard the sound. We just know that there was an explosion. We were taken to Arkansas after that," she said, staring at her home, shaking her head, playing with the braids of her beautiful young girl. "People are very nice in Arkansas. But that is not home. This is our home. It is hard," she continued. Her large almond eyes shining with unending childhood joy, seemingly unaffected by the destructions surrounding her, the little girl calmly listened to her mother telling stories to a stranger. Amused by my presence, she greeted me with her shy smile. Holding her mother's hands, she curiously listened to my questions and her mother's lament answers. Pulling out my camera and asking for permission to photograph her, she stood in front the ruins of her home, staring into the lens. Zooming in on her beautiful braids, her single gold earring, and the innocent smile on her face, I pressed the shutter release. She remained staring at my lens. Minutes later, she walked away, skipping, laughing with her younger brother. The family dispersed and Antoine returned from the corner. "Have they been helpful to you?" he asked. And I asked him about his feelings being back in the Lower Ninth. "I cannot talk about it too much. I don't know how I am talking to you right now," he replied with tearful eyes. Pausing, staring away, he said, "I have been down here all my life. I came here to the Lower Ninth in the 1950s. I used to drive a bus here, driving senior citizens around. We had everything. I feel empty now. I have been trying to keep myself together. I miss my senior citizens." Embracing and shaking his hand, I left Antoine, waving to the girl and her brother, jumping up and down and playing amidst the ruins and the rubble in the neighborhood. The destruction of Lower Ninth stole from Antoine his home, his personal memories, and his past. His silent gaze standing in front of a destroyed church across from the home of his daughter was a loud cry breaking the howling wind, the quiet weeping of a bus driver grieving his shattered memories. It was that same gaze that I found on the face of Ronald Dorris, a professor of African American Studies at Xavier Uiversity, in a photograph I took of him in the Lower Ninth. Motionless and silent, he stood gazing in front of the ruins of a stranger's car, a displaced person's home. Emotions overcame him when, a few days later, when I showed him the photo. Touching his face after a long pause, he gave me a fake smile, a smile to hide his grief. I asked about the gaze and the grief. His was the sorrow for the spiritual displacement, the disruption of the African American collective memory, and the end of a community and its practices that he cherished all his life. Katrina severed the connection between the African Americans and their past. It erased an important part of American history, a history that was kept alive through church sponsored festivals, jazz masses and jazz funerals, concerts and festivals, rituals and cultural practices that largely centered around the everyday practices and lived experiences of the African population of New Orleans. Their displacement ended that long tradition. Katrina affected the American music, and severed a long history of how jazz and blues were reproduced, conveyed from generation to generation. "You don't learn to play this way in the academy," Ronald Dorris told me one evening, listening to a fine live jazz performance in an outdoor café in the French Quarter. Jazz was learned on the streets, in people's living rooms. It was mastered by listening, paying attention, and picking up the instruments and playing from the heart at a very young age. It was learned by living jazz, breathing jazz. Katrina and the population displacement that followed disrupted that tradition. Antoine and the tens of thousands who left New Orleans were unlikely to return. Their displacement was permanent, many others feared. "Evacuees," the language used to describe them by the media and government officials, disguised their status. Like the victims of draught, famine, or civil war in Ethiopia, Somalia, and elsewhere in Africa, the majority of those dispersed by Katrina had become internally displaced people, men and women removed from their places of birth by forces beyond their control. "They have nothing to come back to. They have been permanently forced out. The city is not going to rebuild the Lower Ninth," he said in our last meeting. New Orleans was to become a White City. Seven months after Katrina, no concrete action was taken towards rebuilding the Lower Ninth. There were no local or federal plans to facilitate the return of the internally displaced people. While spending billions of dollars in Iraq, the federal government had yet to dispatch an army of civil engineers and construction workers to help fix or rebuild the destroyed homes, restart the schools and hospitals, and build the infrastructure that would make the return of the "evacuees" possible. Instead of government paid workers, the Ninth Ward was crowded with college students from across the country who spent their spring break in New Orleans to help those devastated by the hurricane. With bare hands, they removed rubble, selflessly fixed walls, painted, and worked day and night to compensate for the failures of their government. The scene of the tired young men and women in the Ninth Ward was a fresh reminder of the ideals that were still upheld by many Americans. At the same time, it demonstrated the neglect and failure, or perhaps the unwillingness to help on the part of the government of the richest nation in the world. What happened after Katrina "was not an evacuation. It was an invasion," Ronald Dorris repeated. His view was not uncommon among the African Americans. The oldest African American city of the country was stolen from its residents. Behzad Yaghmaian is a professor of political economy at Ramapo College of New Jersey. He is the author of Embracing the Infidel: Stories of Muslim Migrants on the Journey West (Delacorte, December 2005). He can be reached at behzad.yaghmaian@gmail.com.

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