By Quin Hillyer on 8.29.07 @ 12:08AM
A cultural treasure that must be saved.
A young Louis Armstrong, perhaps seven years old, hangs around
outside the door of a ramshackle building on Basin Street,
listening through the window to the syncopated sound of Buddy
Bolden blowing a trumpet for a raucously appreciative audience
inside. Little Louis smiles, puckers out his cheeks, and blows
while humming the melody to himself....
The French artist Edgar Degas sits in the Cotton Exchange on the
corner of Carondelet and Gravier, watching his relatives work.
First with a pencil, he begins to sketch the scene. Eventually his
sketch becomes a painting, capturing brilliantly the essence of the
city's unique combination of industry and indolence....
Colonel Andrew Jackson rides into town and begins recruiting
able-bodied men to volunteer to help with the coming battle against
British invaders. Some of his best intelligence comes from a
dashing pirate, popular with the ladies and known for his rakish
charm. Together, Jackson and Jean Lafitte and the townsmen and
Jackson's army meet the British downriver from the city, in a place
called Chalmette, and give the Redcoats a monumental
thrashing....
In the 1950s, a young man from a famous literary family -- who
had hoped to become a doctor, but whose career had been derailed by
tuberculosis -- settles first in a city on the mighty Mississippi
and then across the lake in Covington, where he eventually writes
an award-winning novel called The Moviegoer. By the time
he dies nearly three decades later, his literary opus has earned
Walker Percy a reputation as a sage of modern Catholicism and one
of his age's great men of letters. In a private letter describing
the appeal of his adopted metropolis, Percy praises its "unique
admixture of foreignness and Deep South-ness"....
In an 80,000-seat football stadium on a private college campus,
a ruddy-faced quarterback named Billy Kilmer, who once had been
told he might never walk again after a car accident, ignores his
supposedly professional team's pathetic playbook to draw plays in
the dirt, trying to figure out a way to get a wobbly pass into the
hands of a slow-footed 17th-round draft choice named Abramowicz
before being pounded into the turf by pass rushers barely troubled
by Kilmer's porous offensive line. Kilmer eventually is traded to
the Washington Redskins and replaced by a southern legend named
Archie Manning, whose own years being plagued by a horrible but
lovable organization are redeemed by a son named Peyton who wins a
Super Bowl....
That football team, known as the Saints, captures the heart of
the city, and its black-and-gold colors become as much a part of
the local landscape as the port and the parades and the "unique
admixture" of cultures. One of the city's famous sons, one of the
nation's earliest successful rock musicians known for catchy tunes
such as "Blueberry Hill" and "Ain't That a Shame," not only refuses
to move out of his modest original neighborhood home but paints it
black and gold in honor of the Saints. Later, Fats Domino will be
stranded in that home during a hurricane, finally to be rescued and
moved into the college apartment of his granddaughter's boyfriend,
to sleep on the boyfriend's couch. Eighteen months later, that
boyfriend, JaMarcus Russell, becomes the very first choice in the
NFL draft....
Other colors, though, are equally identifiable with the city. In
1872, the Russian Grand Duke Alexis Romanov visited, and the city's
businessmen organized a parade in his honor on the
already-traditional day of revelry before Ash Wednesday. Also in
his honor, the new organization, called simply Rex, adopts the
Romanov house colors: purple for justice, green for faith, and gold
for power. Modern Mardi Gras, the world's greatest party, is
born....
At one of the world's greatest restaurants, the southern city's
Italian-American mayor with a New Jersey-like accent hosts the
President of the United States as the President eats an unfamiliar
shellfish dish. Awed to be seated next to the President, Mayor
Robert Maestri remains tongue-tied for awkward minute after awkward
minute...until he recognizes a subject, namely food, that
any two men can talk about. Mustering his courage, he
points to President Franklin Roosevelt's plate and says, "So, how
d'ya like dem ersters?" And so it is that the already-popular dish
known as "Oysters Rockefeller" is made world-famous....
That same city spawns other world-famous restaurants --
Galatoire's, Brennan's. Emeril's -- and so many top musicians --
with names like Neville, Toussaint, Connick, Marsalis, and Jelly
Roll -- that one wonders if anybody there can even
communicate without a melody and a backbeat. Authors, too, grow
from the city's streets like weeds, and others from far-flung
locales settle there as if attracted by magnetic force.
The city's port system is the largest in the world measured by
bulk tonnage. It also is one of the world's busiest cruise ports.
The city serves as the hub of the nation's most fertile
seafood-producing area. And it serves as the business hub for 15
percent of the nation's petroleum production.
Two years ago today, as everybody knows, as much as three
quarters of that city was destroyed by wind-driven water. The water
gushed through floodwalls falsely guaranteed by the federal U.S.
Army Corps of Engineers, having been built to inappropriate
specifications forty years ago by the Corps.
New Orleans still suffers terribly today. And it remains as true
now as it did when so many immediate-post-storm promises were made
two years ago: A United States which fails to bring New Orleans
back will be a nation that suffers a loss of culture and
personality, not to mention a loss of a sheer joy of living, that
is so terrible a loss as to be unimaginable.
New Orleans still needs help. We cannot afford to let it
die.
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