photos: Bruce Sterling
Cameron, Louisiana, July 2006
Used to be a town
by Jasmina Tesanovic
We just missed a twister. We saw its black cloud in
the sky, lit by lightning. In Louisiana, some miles
after Cameron, a small tornado has toppled trees into
the road. Police blocked the highway, workers cleaned
the branches away and cool people sat on the porches,
watching it all happen. Mostly old people. Why do
people stay in disaster sites, living under the
volcano? Why do they watch?
We enter the tourist center at the border of
Louisiana. We want to go to Holly Beach, we say.
Holly Beach isn’t there any more, says the clerk,
politely smiling.
But yes, the road to Holly Beach still exists.
We see this: tall trees snapped in half,
house-trailers blown by the hurricane, landing in the
most improbable places, upside down. Dead cars strewn
like corpses, rusting anywhere, mangled as if crushed
by specialized machines. Wind-shredded American
flags. Where beach-houses once stood there are only
bare poles. Instead of churches, there are the
statues of saints… The trees which survived the
storm have weird wind-tattered shapes. New leaves are
growing out of their trunks.
Marshlands stretch all around us. My American
friend is devastated. He laments loudly: the future
belongs to this indestructible marsh-grass.
The houses we see, what’s left of them, have
roofs patched with blue plastic, and some, even
people living in them: ten months after the storm…
why didn’t they rebuild the roofs?
Some empty sites still have street numbers and
names: and hand-lettered signs that promise, we will
be back…
As for the beach itself, oh well, it has
seagulls, brown mud, a lot of fish jumping high in
low water in the blazing sun. A massive heat wave is
striking the USA.
The graveyards have no fences left, the
churches have no windows. These people here are all
Catholics, and the state of Louisiana is divided into
parishes, not civil counties.
I have seen dead towns before, destroyed by
war, not nature. My friend argues. The oil of
Louisiana is pumped and produced all over these
desolate marshlands as if nothing else matters; fossil
fuel is like heroin, selling like crazy since the
price is soaring worldwide, and bringing the damage of
climate change back to the marshland. The refineries
smell of pollution, putrid fish, putrid capitalism.
I am interested in people, not things. But
there are not many people around here any more.
The new upright billboards, beside the older
broken billboards, urge the local people, who are
nowhere around, to sue their old insurers for the
homes and possessions they have lost.
The mass grave of a city appears, gated by
barbed wire: RITA DUMP SITE. It used to be a town,
Cameron… the heaped debris of the dead town is
colorful and futuristic… made of all sorts of
materials, without shapes, without traces.… What did
these objects used to be?
A big house on wheels is blocking the
interstate highway. This huge metal mansion simply
cannot fit over the narrow bridge. The tide of
traffic grinds to a halt. One of these days the
world we know will disappear. The rusting wheels and
wires and tortured trees and marsh grasses will
survive. Unlike the pyramids, this debris will not
testify of a lost civilization, but of our lack of one.
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Jasmina Tesanovic is an author, filmmaker, and wandering thinker who shares her thoughts with BoingBoing from time to time. Email: politicalidiot at yahoo dot com. Her blog is here.
Previous essays by Jasmina Tesanovic on BoingBoing:
– Burial in Srebenica
– Report from a concert by a Serbian war criminal
– To Hague, to Hague
– Preachers and Fascists, Out of My Panties
–
Scorpions Trial, April 13
– The Muslim Women
– Belgrade: New Normality
– Serbia: An Underworld Journey
– Scorpions Trial, Day Three: March 15, 2006
– Scorpions Trial, Day Two: March 14, 2006
– Scorpions Trial, Day One: March 13, 2006
– The Long Goodbye
– Milosevic Arrives in Belgrade
– Slobodan Milosevic Died
– Milosevic Funeral
Reader comment:
Tony Sanfilippo says,
Sterling’s picture of the tattered flag in Louisiana reminded me of this picture I took recently visiting my family in Mississippi. This is Waveland and the flag is still flying months after the Katrina. You’ll notice that while the blue field is still there, the storm blew most of the stars off and all but one of the stripes.
This is the photoset from my visit there a few weeks ago. This is from 5 days after the storm after a trip my father-in-law and I took to evacuate my parents and bring supplies to my sister.