The meaning of this ancestral message from antebellum
era America and segregated America in sad respects remains the
same in September 2005. So much has changed; so little has
changed. We have gone forward; we have stepped backward. We
are in motion; and yet we are very much standing still. In
between these several poetic assertions lies the complex and shaded
truths about the state of race, ethnicity and social class in
our country.
The aftermath of Hurricane Katrina is a propitious
time for us to take stock of where we are as a nation, region,
city, school, citizens, to do some civic inventory and assess
our public policies and priorities. The passing of Katrina
has become a natural documentary on the fortunes of black, brown
and white, rich, middle class and poor, the margins and the center,
the children, the aged, and infirm, the haves, the have-nots and
the never-are-supposed-to-haves in this land. When the fierce
winds of nature’s fury joined with the gigantic tides of the Gulf
to bring further erosion to the wetlands, and when the creaking
walls of antiquated levees finally gave way in the city unable
to hold the flood waters back any more, those who managed to survive
in convoys, terminals, hospitals, dorm rooms or wherever and without
benefit of outside aid for a time, gathered in places near and
far with family and friends and strangers to celebrate the miracle
that they are yet alive. The silver lining in the cloud is
this: the all too tenuous lease on life had by so many – in
America the land of plenty – has found a temporary haven in the
nation’s psyche, philanthropy and nonpartisan goodwill.
In truth, the race and class-based abandonment of
untold thousands to disparity, disease, despair and death began
long ago in pre-hurricane New Orleans. Number one among the
five cities with the highest concentration of urban poor in the
United States (and lest we congratulate ourselves too fast, Atlanta
is also high on the list), the Crescent City is no different than
any other American urban enclave, when it comes to a nation unwilling
to live out its creed. New Orleans is two-thirds black, with
50% of that 67% living below the poverty line. In this tourist
destination city, living wages are hard to come by for workers
held captive to the substandard pay of service driven industries. Environmental
hazards prevail in the city’s submerged and 98% black Ninth Ward,
which has long been ground zero for toxic exposure of people to
the Mississippi River chemical corridor. While more than
$400 billion has been spent on an unjust war in Iraq (more than
$5 billion a week and counting), our government has scarcely approved
one-eighth this amount for the entire Gulf Coast catastrophe to
date. Our national predilection for disparity, our festering
inequalities and destructive priorities, have affected and infected
St. Bernards and Jefferson Parish, Biloxi, Moss Point, Pascagoula,
Mobile and thousands of communities from coast to coast.
It has been said by many that better planning and
response by local, state and federal authorities could have lessened
the severity of the hurricane’s impact. Perhaps. But
the just and moral exercise of power before the winds and waters
came would have done far more to stem the disproportionate suffering. Greater
redress and resistance against the terrors of tyranny on the part
of blacks and browns, the poor and the working poor, and progressive-minded
women and men is now called for. In seasons of relative
economic prosperity and peace, the persistence of racism can lie
so subliminal and fallow, as to escape clear and obvious detection
by those who desperately want to believe the social fabric is
not already rent. A former professor of mine was fond of
saying that life has always been cheap in America, and black life
is the cheapest of all, for what we value most about persons in
this land is never their humanity, but their utility. We
have artfully developed techniques in race and class relations
management, relegating “unacceptable” women, men and children
to back alleys, underpasses, projects, ghettoes, shelters, jails,
prisons and other carefully controlled and shadowed spaces.
In a complex society like ours, it is well understood
that no individual has power except to the extent she discovers
a body of sentiment for her own ideals and values for which she
can marshal further support. The Adolf Hitler’s, Osama ben
Laden’s, Edgar Ray Killen’s, David Duke’s, Eric Rudolph’s, and
Saddam Hussein’s are not solitary or exceptional examples of bigotry,
tyranny or racism in our world. New Orleans is our Afghanistan. The
Gulf Coast is our Iraq. Crime and violence were there before
and during Hurricane Katrina because the violation of people has
long been endemic in our land. Racism is second nature to
us. It is the American way of life. The tragedy of our
time is that whether one is personally a racist or not is increasingly
inconsequential, because it is our “silent consensus,” “neutral
nonconcern,” and “outward conformity” on matters of race, class,
gender, sexuality and more which institutionalizes hierarchy,
division and disdain and is now the given that entraps us all. Justice
and righteousness will have their day and at the expense of an
illusory domestic tranquility.
As the floodwaters recede, let us raise our voices.
Let us dare to hope. No, let us do more. Let us dedicate
our very lives to the remaking of America. In my mind’s eye,
I catch a glimpse of the possible in one of my favorite Spirituals:
“Wade in the water. Wade in the water children. Wade
in the water. God’s gonna trouble the waters.”
Alton B. Pollard, III is Director, Program of
Black Church Studies and Associate Professor of Religion and Culture
at Candler School of Theology, Emory
University. He can for reached at [email protected].