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San Diego Fire and New Orleans Flood

Posted on October 23, 2007 by Varg

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It was my 30th birthday in 2003 and I was giddy from just having celebrated it by seeing one of the greatest rock bands of all time, Guided By Voices, play at a beach bar in San Diego. As my fiance picked my friend and I up from the show, ash was falling from the sky. In my euphoria over the show, I joked that the city of my birth had set itself on fire in honor of my turning 30.

The next day, the ash was worse, and news began to spread that much of East County was on fire, friends’ homes were being threatened and others were being lost. People were dying.

The following Monday, at work in La Jolla, miles away from the fire, I stepped outside and took a picture around 2 p.m. It looked like sepia tone.

My mother and I took a ride out to where the fire was a few months later and I found myself thinking something I would say to people about Katrina a few years later, “It’s hard to imagine the scope unless you see it.”

Now, it’s the same time of year, San Diego is burning once more. People are comparing it to Katrina.

The two events are much the same actually. Both happened before. Both are in disaster prone areas. Both prompted mass evacuations of hundreds of thousands of people.

One of the differences is detailed in this article:

Civility Reigns at San Diego Stadium

I tried to think of what the other differences might be. But the satirical site Fark.com figured it out for me, They headlined the article like this:

You simply get chills every time you see these evacuees – so many of these people, almost all of them that we see, are so rich and so white

I’m not going to come out and make any generalizations about these two evacuations. There are other differences. Qualcomm is in the middle of a suburban area and many miles of parking lots, subdivisions and communities stand between it and the fire. It isn’t threatened. The Superdome was surrounded by water, torn up and without power while all hell broke loose outside. The city of San Diego still has its infrastructure and chaos won’t descend on it.

So the two scenarios are different and don’t merit comparison so much.

But I do want to point something out.

This is the second time in four years that this particular area has been ablaze. So it isn’t a large leap in logic to say that they face the same situation many of us face here in New Orleans – their home is prone to disaster. Steps need to be taken to prevent such disaster to happen and every now and again, it may happen regardless.

The only question is, how many people will step forward in the midst of this disaster and make statements that these people deserved it for living there? How many people will advocate not rebuilding it? Who will suggest bulldozing all of San Diego County?

Nobody will. Because to suggest that would be inconceivable.

But for some reason, folks seem to think it is okay to do so with New Orleans.

Why?

Well, it comes down to, and I must say I am usually (for lack of a better word) conservative in my use of this word, but it’s simple racism.

I would like to ask the cretins who occupy my Enemies of the State list what their thoughts are on the situations in San Diego and New Orleans. I wonder why they advocate the forcing out of 1.5 million metro New Orleanians but suddenly become bashful if such an order is contemplated about rural San Diegans.

There is another difference between the regions though.

Money.

Not the cost of each threatened home but the cost of protecting the homes. A levee system would cost America 40 billion dollars. I’m not sure what improved fire protection would cost but it seems like less than that. So people probably don’t want to spend so much to save a city full of black folks and coon-asses. Nevermind the busiest port in North America.

I’d prefer it if neither region was forced to leave their home actually. I’d love to see Americans unite when disaster strikes like they did before the whole country become divided amongst greed and cynicism.

I also wish the best for my former neighbors in San Diego.

4 thoughts on “San Diego Fire and New Orleans Flood”

  1. liprap says:
    October 23, 2007 at 7:50 pm

    Amen.

  2. MAD says:
    October 24, 2007 at 6:52 am

    This is a terrible tragedy, one that is resonating with many of us in N.O. However, the ridiculous disaster comparisons have only just begun, and we will no doubt have to endure several more weeks of loathsome cheap shots from the media, pundits, and the hate crowd.

  3. Laocoon says:
    October 26, 2007 at 12:44 am

    I’m a New Orleans native living in San Diego during this crisis. If during the next fire I have to hear once again that San Diegans have “character” and New Orleanians don’t, I’m going to set up a toasted marshmallow concession for spectators.

    This set of fires is 1/100th the catastrophe that Katrina was in terms of the number of homes lost. Everybody affected here has good insurance on his McMansion. The median income in the affected area of the largest fire (the witch fire) is about $80,000. The median income in New Orleans is about $27,000. Only a few of the locals are affected and those that aren’t can easily afford to help their neighbors.

    When Katrina hit New Orleans, I had to listen to the clerk at the gym talk about how stupid, violent, and dishonest southerners are and how the crime at the superdome was to be expected. I didn’t ask him what his doctorate was in or if I should remember him from Princeton. I bit my tongue. Not any more.

  4. RoRo says:
    October 29, 2007 at 1:20 pm

    I noticed another difference between the two disasters…they evacuated horses faster in San Diego than they did human beings in New Orleans. I’m an animal lover but, WTF?

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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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