Yesterday, I drove an hour into Houston to attend Mayor Naginâs âTown Hallâ? meeting in Houston. Along with a few hundred other people (this place was hard to find!), I listened to the mayorâs optimistic (and occasionally evasive) pep rally and jeered at the somewhat hostile FEMA official.
However, I took away a slightly different message than what Iâm reading today in the media. Yes, I heard anger and frustration, but I must have been talking to different people than the NOLA.com reporter(s) – because I also heard some realism. One woman told me quietly that sheâs not coming back at all; instead, sheâs staying in North Carolina. When I asked her why, she said âItâs going to take too long.â?
Sheâs right. It should be obvious to everyone by now that itâs going to be a very long time â if ever â before some New Orleaneans can return to many areas of the city. Although I can understand the mayorâs desire to instill hope in people, at what point does the pep rally become a reality check?
Nagin spoke of a ânewâ? New Orleans, describing how minimum wages were blown away by Katrina and $9.50 – $20.00 /hr are the norm at Burger King and Sears. Thereâs work, he pointed out.
Did he hear the soft groan of dissatisfaction? I did, and it was accompanied by quiet whispers. Those arenât real jobs, people said⦠and they are right. What future is there in fast food?
I only heard one person â a health care professional â stand up yesterday and ask about professional jobs. She pointed out that her medical facility is gone, and she has no work to which she can return. There was heartfelt agreement all around me.
I know what Iâd be doing if my house was rubble in a low-lying area of the city. Iâd be settling in for the long haul â whether where the Katrina evacuation blew me, or elsewhere. I wouldnât give up the dream of going home, but this one chance humans get at life shouldnât be spent âon holdâ?.
While waiting, though, Iâd be pushing for all Iâm worth â at every opportunity â to get Louisiana and New Orleans back up and running. Writing letters, talking to people, making phone calls â all those activities can be done from anywhere on the planet, and theyâre much easier to do when not stuck in temporary housing and despair.
When I left yesterday (after two hours), the lines of people waiting for their two minutes at the microphone were still impossibly long, but the questions had become circular. The lady who now lives in North Carolina and I said âgoodbyeâ?, and her words followed me up the aisle. âIâll see you someday in New Orleans.â?
Yes indeed. Someday.