Stephen Fry's American TV odyssey takes him to New Orleans - the city of jazz, voodoo and hurricane Katrina.
He drives through the New Orleans suburb, Lower Ninth Ward, with a black US soldier who was in Iraq at the time that Katrina washed out the people out from this his home town.
Four years on the place is deserted. Armoured vehicles patrol the streets; ‘it looks like Iraq,' the soldier observes.
The black township - schools, churches, workplaces and homes - lie untouched and in ruins - a testament to the hypocrisy of the American Dream. Drive the back way from La Guardia to Manhattan or venture beyond the diplomatic enclaves of Washington if you want further proof of the paradox of a country where unbridled, hedonistic consumption and the eulogising of wealth lie cap-in-hand with the putative love of democracy and freedom.
Exactly what is it that the black slaves of the nineteenth century thought they were being freed from? And can this southern Armageddon be the Promised Land that they expected to find on the other side?