http://www.opendemocracy.net/globalization-climate_change_debate/urban_renewal_3672.jsp
From The Page: “The rest of the world thinks the crisis in New Orleans is over and that things are getting back to normal. Or, they are sick of hearing stories about what they perceive as a city inhabited by whiners. I guess I am one of those whiners.
But allow me:
Our water is completely cut off every other day. Hot water tanks empty and shudder and boiling fluid spits from open faucets until lines fill again. The rest of the time water pressure is so low that fire hydrants are all but non-functional. Helicopters with bags are now the main source of fire dousing.
Eighty-five million gallons – the city confirmed the official figure on 19 June – of water are now lost every day through cracked pipes, seeping into the soil. The city is below sea level already, with the water table right at the soil top, so this much additional flow is causing many of the remaining undamaged houses to sink and topple from their foundations and piers.
What water does get through to homes is undrinkable, doctored with so much chlorine to rid it of bacteria that a glass of water is almost literally a glass of bleach.
Bottled-water services are understaffed and overwhelmed by demand for drinkable water, so numerous occasionally dangerous home remedies have been concocted to make tap water palatable.
Electricity is available to only 40% of the city. I am lucky and have access to power at my own home. But even here the juice pops out three-four times a day, causing multiple fires when it surges back on. An incredible commercial museum of irreplaceable Mexican “day of the dead” artifacts, six blocks away, caught fire in just such a surge night before last.
My house, like most others in this neighbourhood, is full of blinking electric clocks. New Orleanians have given up on resetting indicators of time. We know that any reference to the present will just go away again in a few minutes.
Funny, but that’s the way most of us have come to think of the whole experience of living here. Just ignore the fact that progress has gone away, again and again. And again.
No sense knowing what time it is, is it? Not in New Orleans, in any case.
More stoplights have come back, but between lost relief-workers crashing into them, and frequent gangster car chases, at least a quarter of the lights have been re-damaged and still do not work. Half the missing street-signs, one-way signs and stop signs in the city have not been replaced.
An especially frightening phenomenon: the gangs have been switching one-way signs’ directions to confuse both the cops and nearby residents, to keep people out of neighbourhoods where they are marshalling their forces and hiding their loot. There is, if you obey the signs, no way to get into certain blocks of empty houses. And there the Bad Guys congregate, invisible.
They use stolen trucks and SUVs for their commerce, and they prowl rebuilding neighbourhoods at night, looting the same houses three and four times.
They wait for locals to install new appliances or piping, or doors and windows, in their gutted houses. And then, when the residents go back to their temporary homes at night, the looters run free, taking whatever they find.
In the morning the rebuilders return, of course, to find that, once again, they have lost everything.”