Thank God for the Coast Guard. Those boys were in New Orleans in
no time, sun-up the first Monday morning, following the eye of the
hurricane with an eye to saving people’s lives. Those fellows did
not blink.
Oh, you can knock Chertoff, but you can’t knock the Coast Guard,
who were giving the shirts off their backs to help folks. You can
knock Landrieu, but you can’t knock the Coast Guard, who were
landing on roofs to pick people up. You can knock Nagin, but you
can’t knock the Coast Guard, who were busting their noggins to help
in any way possible. You can knock the Parish leaders, but you
can’t knock the Coast Guard, who were ensuring that survivors did
not perish. You can knock Bush, but you can’t knock the Coast
Guard, who worked every waking moment to help, even when they were
bushed. And you can knock FEMA, but you can’t knock the Coast
Guard, who gave from their heart, seeking neither FAME nor
fortune.
Which takes me back to a time in the late 1980s, when I was
privileged to work closely with one of the great American
philanthropists, Morris Esformes of Chicago. (A great deal of my
scholarship and skills was acquired during the more than two years
that I was supported by a talent-development grant from his
foundation.) During that time, he was called in for an audit by the
IRS. The agent in charge immediately attacked him with this
question: “According to your return, you made two million dollars
last year and gave away one million to charity. Why would you give
away half the money you worked for?”
Morrie explained to the agent that he was looking at it the
wrong way. “The real question is: why would I bother trying to make
a second million when I could live very nicely on the first? The
answer is that my entire motivation in pushing myself to produce
that second million was to be able to support the individuals and
institutions that strengthen this country and the Jewish
People.”
This is the very approach that needs to be applied to the Coast
Guard. We are so used to reporting on politicians that we have
grown cynical. Every time we see someone perform some act of
assistance to another, we immediately start figuring which votes he
was looking to buy. By always looking for the angles we are blinded
from seeing the angels. These young men joined the service not to
build self-esteem or get college grants; they did it to contribute
to the welfare of our nation and society.
Their early image of heroism, broadcast widely, has served to
inspire the munificence of many. Volunteers have streamed from many
surrounding states, mostly from Florida, perennial target of
torrent and gust. Hearts have opened, hands have opened, wallets
have opened, and through them the beautiful flower of a nation’s
goodness has begun to open shyly toward the sun.
Feuds have been set aside so that food can be set aside. A flood
of bottled water has been offered. Cash donations are reaching
their high-water mark. People are taking vacation time to go and
help people vacate. And the collective body of taxpayers is happy
for the government to pump our levies into machinery that will
enable them to pump the levees. We accept the changes necessary to
secure rescue.
No more “what have you done for me lately?” No more “what’s in
it for me?” The question now goes the other way: “what can I do for
you?” Put all truisms away and make way for the season of altruism.
But can it long endure? Can we the people continue governing our
behavior for the people?
I think I can answer that question with some confidence. The
boys of the Coast Guard have shown us the way. It’s like the time
that Sammy Davis Jr. was driving with Joey Bishop in the passenger
seat and an officer pulled them over for doing eighty in a 60 mph
zone. The cop chastised Sammy for not keeping his eye on the
speedometer. At that point, Joey cut in. “The man only has one eye.
Do you want him to watch the road or the speedometer?”
When we try to keep one eye on the humanitarian situation and
one eye on the political fallout, we wind up with one blind eye and
one greedy eye. We need to use only the one eye, the eye that looks
out but not in, that seeks and sees the need of the other. As long
as we are the pupils of that eye, the eye of Katrina will lose its
lash.