Monday, April 30, 2007
New Orleans Isn't Very Different from Baghdad!

What shocked me the most in this trip was how the city looked like Baghdad. New Orleans looked like Baghdad after the war in 1991; I swear I kid you not. The devastation, empty houses, the people returning to their life in the city, the “rituals” people practice before they completely come back, the bumps in the streets and the smell of destruction [it has a distinctive smell people. Yes it does.]
I arrived to New Orleans Thursday. On the way to the hotel, I saw the same thing I saw on tv two years ago, destroyed buildings. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Two years later and the scene is the same? Where are we? A government that spent hundreds of billions of dollars on wars overseas is not capable of dealing with a crisis on its own soil! A crisis that all what it needed was money!
Part of what I was supposed to do there is to walk around, talk to people and take picture of houses. My friends [not the ones who I was with there] were worried: a middle eastern in the middle of a southern state! Walking around in empty blocks, where crime rate is still high, ALONE taking pictures of houses?! To them, that sounded scary. At least, they thought, people won’t be friendly or helpful.
I always tell people here, who ask me to be careful because people may not be friendly, “if I am nice to people, there is no reason why they don’t treat me nicely. You get what you give.” This doesn’t seem to convince them, but it works for me.
I got worried, to tell the truth. But it never made me question my trip or hesitate. In fact, when I get worried, I work better.
The first day of reporting was in a shipping center, where we had to approach people and ask them if they lived in the neighborhood we focused on, take their exact address and names. [to me, that sounds weird!]
“Hi, I am a journalist from …… and we are working on a project ….” That was the way I introduced myself to people. I had 15 seconds to convince people, with my accent and “handsome” middle eastern looks, that all I wanted was to help them. The first interview was good. The second was better, the third was even better. All the day was great. People were super nice. They were more helpful than I needed that I had to keep talking to them and lose time because they wouldn’t let go. They kept telling me stories, not necessarily related to the hurricane or our issue of concern, but any stories. I loved that.
What was even better is that people didn’t care where I am from, like everywhere else. All what they cared about is what I was doing and when it will be published.
One woman, after I interviewed her in the parking lot of a huge store, and as she was getting into her car, turned around and asked me “where are you from?” I was like “Uh Oh. Here it comes. That’s what they warned me of and there will be a scene in five seconds.”
“I am from Baghdad. Iraq,” I said.
“Oh, OK. Have a good day sweetheart and good luck with your project,” she replied. “Thanks and you have a good day too,” I said feeling guilty for thinking in my mind, even if for a second, that she was going to be rude. Damn you my American friends, I thought, you should know your people!
Amazing people. Wonderful hospitality. As one of my friends said “there is a reason why it’s called southern hospitality.”
I started to wander in the streets, taking pictures and taking to the very few people, who are either already back or still rebuilding their houses. A very sad experience I had. Some would say “but you are from Iraq, you have even more sad stories.” Yes, that’s right. But that doesn’t mean this is not sad!
Empty houses with graffiti on the facades recording what was found in the house after the hurricane. Several graffiti put the number of people found dead in the house. One said five.
In the mid 80s, there was a big battle between the Iranian and the Iraqi armies in a city called Faw. It is the Iraqi port on the Persian Gulf. The city was flattened and occupied by the Iranian army. A two years later, Saddam Hussein vowed to take it back and he did. Within a few months, the city’s original residents were compensated and rebuilt their city. That was under the rule of a dictatorship.
In 1991, Iraq was destroyed, mainly Baghdad and other big cities like Mosul, Basra. The Americans made sure that the average Iraqis didn’t get water, electricity, or food. And they made sure to also bomb the communication buildings so the average Iraqis didn’t have a way to know about each other and what was going on. Within three months after the end of the war, most of the government building and services, including potable water, sewer system, paving bombed streets, phones and electricity. That was under the rule of Saddam Hussein, whom Bush’s administration accused of depriving his people from their share of oil revenues!
What about people in New Orleans. They don’t have a dictator to rebuild their city. They have a democracy that is fighting its way to spend 100 billion more dollars on wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Who will help the people of New Orleans?
The rich in the city had their houses already rebuilt. Beautiful houses the rich have got. And it has nothing to do with race. People from all kinds were still without houses and are still living in trailers, and all kinds of rich people are living in their ivory towers too.
What struck me is that New Orleans people overwhelmingly voted for Bush in 2004! And don’t know why they did that. What were they thinking! As I blamed Iraqis fro what is happening in Iraq, I now blame people of New Orleans for what is not happening now. I blame them for not having adequate funds to rebuild their city and for lack of federal support for the poor, because hey reelected Bush when they clearly saw how his administration managed the country.
And people are still hopeful in New Orleans. It is also one other thing that made me compare Iraq to this city. With all what happened to Iraqis before and now, you still see the majority of Iraqis smile, drink tea over happy conversations and jokes and they are still hopeful and why you ask them why, they say “because it cannot be worse than this.” The people in New Orleans are the same. With all what they’ve been through, they are still hospitable, respectful, have sense of humor and hopeful that the misery they are in is not going to last for ever. And when I asked why they believed that, “I don’t know. Just because,” the reply was!
I went to a gathering of people in which they spoke to a the young director of Public Works. The residents complained about the bumps in the streets in front of their houses. “The street is non existent,” a woman told me. Most of the streets were damaged by construction trucks. One woman said that when it rains, she couldn’t leave here house if she was in, or go back to it if she was out. “My question is: how can I go home when it rains?” she asked the official.
“I know there is damage, I know I have to do something to fix it,” Robert Mendoza, the public works director, said. “But it doesn’t mean FEMA agrees with me.”
The Mendoza started to tell people how he is working very hard to put new street signs in the neighborhood and that it is not easy to do that!
“I don’t care about street signs,” the woman told him in a loud and angry voice, “I know where I live.”
“To FEMA,” one banner on a wall said, “respect our homes.”
I got it now. I know why the invasion of Iraq was messed up and there was no planning for post-war Iraq. The same people that are messing up New Orleans were involved in Iraq. The same officials, contractors and unqualified “experts.”
No wonder why reconstruction in Iraq didn’t start right away after the invasion and why it took so long that it afterwards became impossible because people were already angry and the insurgency was fueled. No wonder why Iraq has deteriorated to what it is now. It is because the people who are involved in Iraq don’t know how to solve problems in their own country or to help their own people. How would they succeed in a country on the other side of the globe?!
Not all my trip was sad. At night, we went to the French Quarter, where all the fun is. If you click on the video section, you will see a street in the French quarter. Crazy. This is another video I want to share with you.
I ate the famous beignet, a lot! I rode the mechanical bull after three or four shots of I don’t know what [I couldn’t care less. It was tasty!] I didn’t last on the bull more than three or four seconds! And this is also another thing that made me compare Baghdad to New Orleans. After every war Iraq has fought, the streets became even more fun than before. After the invasion in 2003, many restaurants reopened and opened and many places were opened for people who wanted to have fun. Not anymore though.
A lot needs to be done in New Orleans. All what it takes is one visit to the city. Bush should go visit the city. But he has to know that it shouldn’t be the same way John McCain visited Baghdad! It should be the way I visited New Orleans. Talk to ordinary people and see what they are going through. He shouldn’t hide in the city hall or wherever he hides every time he pretends to visit a place. Not until officials in this administration stroll in the streets of New Orleans the city is going to get the help it needs.
Painting by Iraqi artist Betool Fekaiki.










