After all his manifest ineptitude, after his cowardice in the face of crisis, after bungling his message as much as he bungles his office... he still gets a second term by appealing to his base.
Newly re-elected mayor of New Orleans Ray Nagin is now officially the Bush of the Bayou. Not that his opponent Mitch Landrieu was much of a prize pig either, but Nagin should hold the distinction of being possibly the worst US mayor this side of Marion Barry. Actually, that's not fair to Barry. At most, he ignored the crack epidemic; at the very least, he participated in it. It's not like his incompetence destroyed his entire city.
We know that many Democrats and even progressives have made excuses for Nagin: blaming his appalling performance on the federal government which, conveniently enough, is dominated by Republicans. Few remember that Nagin was one of these cardboard cut-out Black Republicans, a sock puppet for business interests, up until the moment he realized that no Republican could ever be elected mayor of New Orleans. As mayor, up until Katrina, he behaved like that mercenary Republican sock puppet: fellating big business at every drop of a coin.
But Nagin's performance during and after Katrina is what should have spelled his permanent departure from American politics. Historian and Tulane Professor Douglas Brinkley's new book The Great Deluge documents Nagin's many horrific shortcomings. Most importantly, Brinkley answers the question that many of us were asking as New Orleans was drowning and the Superdome survivors wilting: where the fuck is the mayor? We heard him call into a radio show with words of distress, but where was he calling from? We didn't see any pictures of him commanding a war room, or even comforting survivors. He didn't even call a pathetic press conference like hapless Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco to call for a Day of Prayer as one of America's most important cities crumbled into chaos and ruin. So where was the mayor?
He was hiding in a high-rise hotel. Although he refuses to specifically address the allegations, Nagin has angrily denounced Brinkley's account of his performance. Sadly, in a political climate where a politician need only appeal to the prejudices of his base, Nagin has never had to account for his whereabouts or for his inaction during the fall of his city.
Our favorite story from the book is how Nagin, when told that there was a crowd of people approaching the hotel, ran to the top floor and cowered behind locked doors.
Like Bush, the real tragedy is not necessarily that an ignorant or irrational electorate think that Nagin is worthy of office. No, the really ominous shit is that, like Bush, Nagin still applies for a job that he must know he is incapable of performing. Why is it that politics is the only profession where there is no definition of "unqualified"?
Alas, do the people of New Orleans deserve Ray Nagin? Now they do.
