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Leonard Earl Johnson (photo credit Frank Parsley) covered Hurricanes Katrina and Rita (2005), and the 2010 British Petroleum oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico for ConsumerAffairs.com. He is a contributor to Gambit Weekly, New Orleans Magazine, SCAT, Baton Rouge Advocate, Advocate Magazine, The Times-Picayune, Country Roads Magazine, Palm Springs Newswire and the anthologies: FRENCH QUARTER FICTION (Light of New Orleans Publishing), LOUISIANA IN WORDS (Pelican Publishing), LIFE IN THE WAKE (NOLAfuges.com), and more. Johnson is a former Merchant Seaman, and columnist at Les Amis de Marigny, New Orleans; and African-American Village. Attended Southern Illinois University, Carbondale, and Harry Lundeberg School of Seamanship at Piney Point, Maryland. Winner of the Press Club of New Orleans Award for Excellence, 1991, and given the Key to The City and a Certificate of Appreciation from the New Orleans City Council for a Gambit Weekly story on murder in the French Quarter.

Sunday, May 01, 2022

βš“RED WOMEN WARRIORS / May 2022

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"America prefers to make war not love.  
With enemies sometimes so weak we have to spend millions building them up just so we can go to war with them."  ~ Dick Gregorycirca 1965

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Red Women Warriors

From Red Train to Red Stick

Then There Were Two

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BY  Leonard Earl Johnson 

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The two red women forced from the other day's trainload of "Red Women Warriors for The Donald," stood facing the door at RΓͺve Coffee Roasters on Jefferson Street, Laughingyett.

The red brick road to RΓͺve 
Photograph by 
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 Leonard Earl Johnson

An array of menu choices pasted to the glass slowed their advance. 

They were further baffled when a barista with cafΓ© au lait colored skin and gilded dreadlocks took ten-dollars and gave them two elegant slim glasses holding two ounces each of very black coffee, with a green sprig of rosemary dangling from its lip, and two red raisins on a toothpick laying at its foot. 

A blood pressure shootout then commenced at the ole coffee bar when each woman opened a little silver box and took out two white pills the same size as the red raisins.  They swallowed all with ice water served alongside as a chaser.  Then they asked their exalted presenter of Espresso Rosemary about the next train to Baton Rouge.

There was none, she told them.  "But Greyhound," also in the Rosa Parks Centre, "runs several buses a day.  Takes about an hour, I think."

E. W. E. MOVING FROM NEW-TO-OLD CAPITOL
Photograph Β© Philip Gould
The red women's aim was to be in Baton Rouge in time to raise their banners before the laying out of Edwin Washington Edwards, the late dashing 'Cajun Prince' and three times Governor of Louisiana.  For a total of sixteen years.  And onetime Federal prisoner for eight additional years.

He would be laid out first in the New Capitol, and then in the old one.  The new one was built by Edwards idol, Huey P. Long, 'The Kingfish', a man who had the audacity and political savvy to levy taxes on Standard Oil for the money needed to build the New Capitol, and more.  

Long was gunned down in his New Capitol in 1935. At which time he was a United States Senator with an eye on running against President Franklin D. Roosevelt.  Instead he was interred on its grounds under massive tons of concrete.  

"To thwart seekers of souvenirs and Republican dirty tricksters," L. A. Norma says.

The two red women planned on waving signs to "Revive the War in Vietnam," as mourners walked behind the Governor's horse drawn hearse.  It looked like the Greyhound Bus would do the trick on getting them there.

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After being booted from the Trump campaign train the two hung around Lafayette in anticipation of a fictitious Biden On Bastille Day Concert.  

"It would be a fine opportunity to wave our banner," they told each other and anyone else who would listen.

L. A. Norma had invited all the red women from the train to attend.  No others did of course.  No one did.  There was no concert.  In fact, no recognition of Bastille Day whatsoever.  Nowhere in Louisiana.  And very little for Joe Biden anywhere in the state outside of New Orleans and Baton Rouge.

They occupied themselves eating at sidewalk cafΓ©s, drinking in student bars with COVID-defiant social practices, and attending services at Saint John The Evangelist Cathedral, where they hope to engage the young Rector in their ideas to revive an, "Obedient sacrifice of your flock through renewal of the lost cause in Southeast Asia."  

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 "Like the honor bestowed by General Mouton's death at the Battle of Mansfield, during the 1864 Red River Campaign," they told the priest. 
 
"Before present day outlaws shot off his nose and got his statue taken down." 

He listened politely but from that first meeting the priest turns his ministerial head when he sees them approching.   πŸ‘’

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