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On the Second Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina

Posted on August 28, 2007 by Varg

Dear America,

Forget what you may have heard. We are not Ok.

We are stuck in a hell of human folly with the lives and futures of millions in the delicate balance. A dissipating coast, a weak criminal justice system, devious politicians and a decrepit flood protection system form a mass of mental anguish that gnaws at the chaste souls who inhabit the area. And none of this is Katrina’s fault. In case you haven’t heard, it never was.

It is and has always been the fault of men.

The flooding of New Orleans in August 2005 was caused by doomed levees, built and watched over by flawed characters. It was a horrible engineering failure and it was due to the incompetence of the Army Corps of Engineers and the local governments whose task it was to watch over them.

The vanishing coast is devoured and chewed up by canals and natural gas lines of oil and gas companies coming in from the gulf.

The insane crime rate in New Orleans is the result of a sabotaged educational system, overworked and undermanned police and a flaccid district attorney.

The recovery is being overseen by a swarm of political weakness and its empty promises. An inept president, a feckless governor and an oblivious mayor lack the conviction needed in this critical time. They are pitiful. Not fit to be elected as public servants. They have failed us. We intend to drive them out, but we need to know that America won’t fail us the way our elected officials and their petulant bureaucracies have. America, we need you to stand with us, not against us.

We need you to understand that our recovery is not a political issue. Men have turned it into that. It should never have been something that indicates a party or a way of thought. When people need help, partisan motivations shouldn’t prevent them from receiving it. Yet that is what America’s politicians have done to the recovery of South Louisiana.

We are, after all, Americans. Though we are people that much comedy has been written about – Southern Americans, black Americans, poor Americans – understand that we are Americans nonetheless. This is something that so-called patriots tend to forget. Portions of our paychecks go to America. We’d like a little of it back, not for some majestic bridge or a grandiose vanity project, but for the safety and protection of our unique way of life. Our unique American way of life. We won’t abandon you America, please don’t abandon us. We need the citizenship of the United States to stand with us.

It is our pleasure America, to provide you three strategic ports to export 55 to 70 percent of all U.S. corn, soy, and wheat. Please utilize the large percentages of rubber, coffee and oil and gas that pass through the area every year on 50,000 barges and 6000 freighters.

Please continue to enjoy the jazz and blues music our culture created. Also be aware that this music was then refined to become rock ‘n’ roll and that music has in turn typified what it means to be an American over the last 60 years.

As you enjoy these resources, understand that the river on which our city sits was for many years a meandering body of water that often replaced its own delta and swayed wildly around the area over the course of thousands of years, creating rich agricultural farmland as it did. In 1963, the Army Corp of Engineers built a control structure that permanently fixed the path of the Mississippi River on its current descent to the Gulf of Mexico. By doing so, they guaranteed New Orleans would be the last city on the river’s trek to the ocean. The Corps did this on behalf of the United States government and its constituents. Any suggestion as to abandoning the city of New Orleans (as has been ignorantly and callously suggested) must also include the question of what city will then facilitate the mouth of the river in the wake of New Orleans downfall and America’s ongoing need to stay the course of the Mississippi River.

Some choose to cite the challenge of ensuring the safety of South Louisiana as the very reason for not doing so. These uninspired need only look abroad to be shown the way. The system can be built like the reclamation and flood control projects in countries like Britain, Italy, Dubai, China and, perhaps most spectacularly, The Netherlands. Where do we, as Americans stand next to these magnificent achievements?

America, we are only asking for a future and we only demand it because it sometimes seems like we have been forsaken. Not by God or nature, which can’t be lobbied or petitioned with, but by Americans themselves, who may be reticent to help due to the wool pulled over their eyes by politicians aiming to play politics with our lives.

What Americans should realize is that if South Louisiana is left to perish because it is too expensive or difficult to save, what or where will the next natural disaster on the list be? This isn’t something that is exclusive to our parts.

It was a monster storm, a storm of the century. The damage she inflicted along the Gulf Coast was shocking. But, as powerful as it was, please understand one thing America…

It isn’t a hurricane that thwarts our revival, it’s men.

15 thoughts on “On the Second Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina”

  1. judyb says:
    August 29, 2007 at 6:37 am

    AMEN, Brother!

  2. MAD says:
    August 29, 2007 at 8:11 am

    Thanks, Varg, for your incisive and compelling comments. I hope America is listening today to the voices of reason, and hope.

  3. pistolette says:
    August 29, 2007 at 8:15 am

    Well said!

  4. celcus says:
    August 29, 2007 at 9:23 am

    Righteous rant, brother!

  5. Marco says:
    August 29, 2007 at 10:10 am

    Rise Up!

  6. oyster says:
    August 29, 2007 at 12:15 pm

    Applause!!

    Really nice job, Varg.

  7. ashley says:
    August 29, 2007 at 12:17 pm

    Nice, indeed.

  8. jeffrey says:
    August 29, 2007 at 12:50 pm

    Some choose to cite the challenge of ensuring the safety of South Louisiana as the very reason for not doing so. These uninspired need only look abroad to be shown the way.

    Why is it so often these same googly-eyed boosters of American ingenuity who are so quick to tell us what cannot be done? Even when the evidence to the contrary is so plainly available.

  9. Maitri says:
    August 29, 2007 at 1:16 pm

    Very comprehensive piece.

    We promised the moon to Iraq, while we refuse to better our own country. What sort of example are we setting in the global arena? This should be a warning to anyone who seeks help from the United States government.

  10. Schroeder says:
    August 30, 2007 at 8:32 am

    Brilliant! Next time, we need a president who can read things like this.

  11. Sophmom says:
    August 31, 2007 at 9:29 am

    Great post, Varg. Excellent links. I’m sorry we didn’t get much of a chance to talk last weekend. I also really enjoyed your look back (previous post). I feel compelled to remind folks that the cone was pointing at the FL panhandle on Friday night. There was very little time.

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3 Noble Truths

Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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