Violence in New Orleans, April, 2007
photocredits: Terri Kaupp
Yours Truly in a Swamp
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Here goes: Violence -- freelance and institutionalized -- has always been a part of the modern New Orleans mystique. From Federal agents violating rights of Storyville prostitutes (to facilitate a wholesome image of The City as a fitting embarkation port for the largely pointless World War One). Down to pre-Katrina drug-trafficking cops, and rich Texans in fancy cafés beating old men to the ground. To today's armed Circle-K shopper and the suicide lover who butchered, cooked and ate his girlfriend before jumping off a hotel roof.
Think of when you have a tornado and the radio reports scare you and your friends while you otherwise hardly notice.
Violence? Yes, before The Storm and now. Always. Numbers? Always been a lot. Always! But I have not now, nor then, seen any.
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You want to see violence? Look at clips of the suffering around the Louisiana Superdome and Morial Convention Center waiting for the delusional demagogue, George W. Bush, to lead them.
And if you want to see big numbers, look at the dead in Iraq (it is way over a half million).
My point is this-is-America, land of the violent. Violence is our religion, we teach it in sports, in school. We attend Churches, Temples, and Mosques that offer dispensation from their very own Commandments forbidding it. We pay to watch it on television and in the movies. We elect leaders who promise to commit it in our name. We love violence and think it the best solution to most problems. Hell, any problem, if Liberals would just let us! Got a problem, attack it!
New Orleans has had its share of problems, is it any wonder we find violence a solution?
But don't feel holier than us. Are you not also in America? Is there not a lot of violence in your town, too? Not to mention that it is on your credit card and your children's and your children's children's that Goofus W., and his heart-shunted V. P. are financing their war machinery without funds, plan, purpose or end. A political ham bone, except with the New Deal now dead around their feet, they have ham and wee the people have the bone, and the debt.
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We hear about New Orleans violence, as much because it is colorful, as editors and advertisers know we love it. Love hearing about it, thinking about it, even seeing some -- on TV, which is the only place I've ever seen any.
We should flee storms, avoid gunfire, and rail and vote against politicians who would tighten our bond with violence and lead us ever further into more violence. This is the only thing that will save us, New Orleans, America.
What else can we do? Stop being in New Orleans? Stop being in America? No thanks. Then the war lords, domestic and foreign, will have won. Beat us down to their rule. No thank you.
Pete Seeger, the great American troubadour, used to tell about a young Quaker who spoke out against war. People told him, "Son, you will never change the World." To which he replied, "Nor it me."
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