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Hey, guys! I’m so sorry for the extended wait on this next post, I had to take some time to brush up on my big easy history. So, this week we’re gonna ramble on about the side of Nola we forgot, her history.
New Orleans, the land I call my home. What history lie beneath your potholes?
I love New Orleans. Good or bad, and good or bad, it didn’t get like this overnight. So, this week we’re gonna ramble on about how all this happened.
-The Big Easy in 1718 (neworleanstricentennial.org)
Picture it. Nouvelle Orleans. 1718. The Big Easy is born. We can thank the French Governor of Louisiana, Jean Baptiste Le Moyne, Sieur de Bienville, for the birth and name (Nola is named after The Duke Of Orleans, from France, who reigned as Regent for Louis XV yo) of what would become one of the most culturally rich and diverse cities in America.
Even in the beginning, the big easy was on Mother Nature’s list. Soon after the city was founded, just four years later, it was obliterated by a hurricane. In true Nola form, the city was quickly rebuilt.
Following the hurricane and rebuilding process, New Orleans remained under French control and influence for 45 years. During those four and a half decades, the city was influenced by French cuisine, fashion, architecture, and infrastructure. During French rule, guess what, Nola was still very much into slavery. No free people of color just yet.
They Cede Us Out Yo
In 1763, the French Monarch signed over Louisiana to Spain. Following that treaty, New Orleans remained a Spanish city four decades, and in those 40 years, the city was equally influenced by Spanish culture as it was French Culture.
– First Spanish Governor of Louisiana, Antonio de Ulloa (knowla.org)
New Orleans also adopted Spanish social rules, while it was being governed by the Spanish Monarch. And Spanish social constructs were against slavery, allowing for a class of free people of color. Most free people of color were Creoles and Native Americans. There were many black free people of color, but they lived in enormous fear of being enslaved by fear mongering white folks who believed blacks were animals
In addition to social culture having a gigantic shift during Spanish rule, perhaps a more tangible piece of Spanish would be in terms of architecture, as the city was rebuilt twice following devastating fires in 1788 and 1794. During those reconstructive efforts by the Spanish, the city was rebuilt with new, all-brick buildings. They also built what is one of the oldest Catholic churches in America following those fires.
– Church of St. Louis, before it was a cathedral (wikipedia.org)
For or a Moment, We Had Paris
– The Louisiana Purchase (blackpast.org)
In 1803, New Orleans was given back to the French Monarch. But this possession only lasted about 20 days. After it was re-released to France, the Monarch immediately sold Louisiana to the United States Of America in 1803 as part of one of the greatest real estate deals ever, the Louisiana Purchase.
We Soon Found Out, America Likes War
Not long after the Louisiana Purchase, devastating conflicts, including the War of 1812, were fought in and over New Orleans. Actually, the last battle of the War of 1812 was fought in defense of Nola, the battle was led by Andrew Jackson, he and a brigade of pirates, free blacks (notice not “people of color”), and the Tennessee Volunteers pushed the remaining British force out of the city.
– black soldiers fighting in the War of 1812 in a battle in New Orleans (U.S. Army Center of Military History
After War…Let’s Make Love…and Money…Mostly Money
At the half mark of the 19th century, following the immense conflict that plagued the nation, New Orleans became the country’s wealthiest and third-largest city in the nation. This rapid growth was largely in part of Nola’s Port. New Orleans’ port was and remains one of the largest/busiest in the world. The Big Easy was shipping most of our nation’s produce to the Caribbean Islands, South America, and Europe.
– the Port of New Orleans, 1803 (Alfred Waud )
A large part of the revenue being generated by the port was thanks to the sale of, you guessed it, thousands and thousands of slaves. All while being a city that welcomed, “free people of color”
I’m quick to reference the free people of color term because many tour guides, tourists, and natives will often speak of the free people of color that were in the city. Brother and sisters, the color didn’t include black.
Speaking of Black….the Civil War Starts
The South wanted to keep slavery. Why? Because it was what this fine nation was built on and blacks weren’t people…duh! The North (most..definitely not all) disagreed…so the south seceded.
At the start of the Civil War, Nola was the largest city in the Confederacy, however, after only about a year, the union conquered Confederate defenses and took New Orleans as a Union city almost entirely unopposed.
– battle in New Orleans during the civil war (http://www.billiesilvey.com/Battle-of-New-Orleans.jpg)
– black soldiers of the Union (goarmy.com)
Following the war and introduction of the Reconstruction era, race became a critical political force. As a result of the war, emancipated slaves and other free people of color were being brought into the political process, some of them even briefly holding office.
This change in the political demographic led to the rise of the Ku Klux Klan and the White League. Consequently, this rise facilitated the push of brown folks right back out of the political process.
Great Scott, it’s the 20th century already?!
By the turn of the century, Nola’s streetcars were electrified and race relations grew thunderous. Even with growing tensions, black folks were placed on the back burner. Because of this, African Americans began to congregate to organize communities, create music and art, including a plethora of jazz and blues styles that are still relevant and frequently sampled today.
Once again all the people thrived because of Black Folks and Native Americans
Despite ignoring race relations, the city continued to grow (on the backs of low wage black workers) and prosper. Thanks to advanced pump technology, the city embarked on over zealous draining efforts on low lying land between the city’s Riverside and Lake Pontchartrain. These new levees and canals meant that we now live below sea level.
Mother nature is like, “nah, bruh”…and more war…oh and race.
A slew of hurricanes agitated the city in 1909, 1915, 1947, and 1965. None of the storms devastated the city catastrophically, so rebuilt each time.
Following the end of the second World War, unrest and bigotry involving segregation and suburbanization drew many, many whites out of the city. Leaving a core that was increasingly black. They were like, “y’all want it, take it.”
Despite the growing social unrest and changes, New Orleans was making quite the name for herself as a worldwide tourist destination. Largely because of the festivities, music, and culture inspired and created by Native Americans and Black people. Mardi Gras and the growing popularity of Jazz Fest were among these attractions.
The unforgettable works and talents of Jean Galatoire, Louis Armstrong, and Tennessee Williams also helped Nola reach the top of the list.
New Orleans was growing more popular and blacker every decade.
Black people eventually grabbed important seats in local government due to the drastic change in the racial makeup of the city.
“What if I made them all start over?” – Mother Nature
Picture it. August. 2005. There’s something lurking in Nola’s rear view mirror, and much like the mirror says, Katrina was much closer than she appeared.
– Hurricane Katrina one day before land fall. (emaze.com)
This little girl of a storm only turned out to be the most devastating natural disaster in U.S. history.
An estimated 1,833 people died and an untold number of citizens were either never recovered or deemed “too old” to be added to the count. So it is believed that the number could easily be few hundred people higher.
– photos of the devastation (usatoday.com)
It’s Not Really About the Storm
“The people of New Orleans weren’t just abandoned during the hurricane, they were abandoned long ago. – To murder and mayhem in their streets, to substandard schools, to dilapidated housing, to dismally, inadequate health care, to a pervasive sense of hopelessness.
– Obama in 2005 visiting New Orleans, surveying the damage (newsbuster.org)
That is the deeper shame of the devastation following Hurricane Katrina” – Pres. Barack Obama (then senator from Chicago) on the Senate floor in 2005 two weeks following Hurricane Katrina.
President Obama was making some earth shatteringly accurate assessments of New Orleans prior to the Storm. New Orleans had been left to rot from the inside out, so it could be gutted.
This was happening in the form of lower wages, discriminatory housing rules, unaffordable housing, a substandard education system, a city government that poured every dime into the tourism industry…and nothing else, and unchecked, ridiculous rent increases. The only thing Katrina did was show the world what the government was allowing to happen to this city long before the storm. It also drastically sped up the process of getting the black folks out of the city.
– Obama during the 10th remembrance ceremony of Hurricane Katrina (pbs.org)
“When 9/11 happened in New York City, they waived the Stafford Act, and that was the right thing to do. When Hurricane Andrew struck in Florida, people said, ‘Look at all of this devastation. We don’t expect you to come up with the money to rebuild, here’s the money to rebuild. We’re not going to wait for you to scratch the money together because you’re apart of the American family.’ What’s happening down in New Orleans?!” Where’s your dollar? Where’s your Stafford Act Money? – Makes no sense. Tells me that somehow the people in New Orleans people don’t care about as much.” – Pres. Obama on the response effort following Hurricane Katrina, on the Senate floor in 2007
Then senator Obama’s remarks about the response to the crisis in New Orleans weren’t unfounded by any measure. You can simply look around the city today and see who the city and federal governments has decided is worthy of receiving assistance to rebuild.
You can also watch videos on YouTube of the coverage of the storm by news stations around the country, to view the active choice of the government to remain inactive.
This wasn’t so much an argument
This wasn’t really an argument for black people. It’s more of a crash course on New Orleans’ history, and how black folks were, like in most places in the US, never a priority of the city. We’ve been marginalized and still thriving and fighting since the very beginning.
Now we’re fighting to remain in and apart of the city that we’ve inhabited for nearly a century. We just want people to know that the practices of the businesses and government in and around the city of New Orleans, aren’t just happening. They’re being actively executed.
While I know you want that really cute house in the bywater, people really just to want to be able to afford to live in the city they built and still carry on their shoulders.
Let’s come together.
Once again, I can’t express how much it means to me that you guys read this thing and give me your thoughts. Having people stand behind you, in support, is a truly undervalued gift. Let’s keep rambling.
Do you know what it means to live in New Orleans?
Y’all, I’ve been roaming the neighborhoods and streets of the Big Easy for a little over two decades now, and what I’ve gathered is that a big part of what makes New Orleans special is that her definition varies greatly, depending on who you ask.
You’ll hear a whole lot of folks declare what Nola is about or what the culture is like, and what I’ve learned is that the fact of the matter is that, all of those mantras and definition are heavily based on situational, personal experiences.
I’m more inclined to think that a more accurate definition of New Orleans would start off with “My New Orleans is..”
Another Comparison to America
I’ve said many times before that New Orleans is an impeccable model of how this entire great nation operates. New Orleans is a land where most people generally have a lackadaisical unawareness of any of the things happening around them. Simultaneously standing firm in their limited grasp of the evening news and CNN headlines.
A lot of American people live in an information bubble, and the city of New Orleans is no different, actually, it’s a great place and opportunity to witness these bubbles up close. Much like a America, Nola is pretty much designed to be just like that. It’s like saying, you do your thing, I’ll do mine, and I’ll see you at the game….because we’re still family.
Yeah. So. We’ve all heard the term “living in a bubble”. It’s usually when someone is wildly unaware of the things happening around them, thinking that whatever rules apply to them and their life, apply to everyone else.
Well, the Big Easy is a place consisting of about 15 or so bubbles (neighborhoods/boroughs), with each bubble containing people with experiences pertaining to their respective bubbles.
All the while, assuming that their take on New Orleans, in their bubble, is the same take the general population has experienced.
Woah Now, What Do You Mean?
If you’ve spent any real time in New Orleans, you know that the city is made up of many different areas and neighborhoods, and if you’ve grown up in NOLA (or spent 7+ years here) , you probably know that some of these areas are so distinct and full of culture, that the areas themselves have developed characteristics that produce people with character defining qualities and behaviors. Chalmette, Kenner, Marrero, and Westwego…we may all be looking at you. No shade.
What I’m talking about here is that if you were to ask someone from Hollygrove, Uptown, the Quarter, the Lower 9, or the West Bank, what New Orleans meant to them, you would get significantly different answers…and that’s truly okay.
The issue is that, much like ‘Murica, NOLA’s laws and policies, government, and plans for the public school system, are all conducted and voted on under the guise that all of the citizens of the Big Easy are living the same lives. When you can literally walk from street to street, in some areas, and immediately know that is complete malarkey. Sound familiar?
Our Minds Are a Little Narrow
What I mean is that; a day in the life of a black woman in the Lower 9, and a day in the life of a white woman in the French Quarter are vastly different, but they both live in New Orleans. However, nor the black or white woman ever takes a moment to consider the other person’s perspective or situation, but then form their opinions and truths around the guise that everyone is living the same life as they are. The cycle is nearly never ending.
Damn, Matt. Is this about race in NOLA…again?
Yes. The “white neighborhoods” and “black neighborhoods” are grotesquely unequal. It looks like the goddamn gilded age, in the certain areas of the city. From Lakeview to the Lower 9, from West Bank to East, it’s insane, the levels of poverty that have been reached in some areas of Nola. While in others, the levels of affluence are just as surprising.
Might I call to attention, once more, that this isn’t from city to city or even parish to parish, this is from district to district, neighborhood to neighborhood, street to street, and block to block.
Go for a Drive…hell…take the bus
Ever been for a drive all the way down (and I mean all the way down) Esplanade Ave? Orleans Ave? North Claiborne? The differences in ways and qualities of life are staggeringly different, and it’s ridiculously easy to see that, just driving block to block.
– these aren’t images of a rural road in Mississippi, it’s North Claiborne in the lower 9th Ward
My Brother, that’s cool and all…but, ain’t nobody got time for that
I know you probably won’t take that ride. However, brothers and sisters, we can’t just keep showing up to the Saints Game and Mardi Gras, and then not discuss the dysfunction in the family.
Y’all. Some of us have it great, some of us have it okay, some of us are surviving, and some of us can’t eat.
The Big Easy is easy….just not for everyone
We all need to do a better job of being aware of All the people that make up this great city. Get to know the city you love. Your whole city. Walk it. Stroll it. Learn it. And I promise you that you will see the need for progressive change and equality.
Is it 2015 or 1965
Y’all there are no schools for the children to go to in their neighborhoods. I don’t even like babies or children, and I still know that’s a problem. There’s a school in the French Quarter, where the population of school aged children is a staggering, solid 15.
The Orleans Parish School System has been unapologetically, purposely gutted by the push for private and magnet schools in areas where families either can’t afford to go to the schools in their own districts or they’ve fallen victim to systemic, discriminatory, sugar coated admittance practices.
New Orleans is still amazing, Family
She just needs a some serious, consistent TLC. Her people need to focus equivalent energy on being concerned with their government, criminal, and education systems, as they do the Saints Game and Mardi Gras.
We should demand that the government of New Orleans stop acting and passing legislation as if New Orleans is just the French Quarter, Uptown, and Lakeview. Oh, and making movies.
We should also probably start demanding that those benefitting directly from New Orleans, her people, and her people’s money, have a hand and voice in fixing the problems within her walls. If you’re making money (a lot of money) off of New Orleans, you have to help fix her. Drew Brees and Hollywood, I’m looking directly at you. The Brennan Clan could stand to dust off their work boots as well, but, I digress.
Guys. We don’t have to wonder about the fate and future of New Orleans, if we all put on our thinking caps on.
Basically, get your paddles and let’s bring the ship back to shore, we’ve drifted. Let’s drift on back. Maybe…let’s even turn the motor on this time.
#nolaiseveryone #thebigeasy #couldbeeasyagain #coffesready #letsworkcelie #blacklivesmatter
Alright, hombres, I apologize for the extended wait, this was a hard one to stitch together so, I hope you guys are still with me, but I’m sure I’ve lost you all. At any rate, we shall continue with what … Continue reading
Hey, y’all! Thanks again for your support of this little undertaking. I hope you’ll stick with me while I figure out how to navigate this thing and keep this bad boy on track. So, bare with me while I specifically … Continue reading
What’s up, my people. Hope you guys got a chance to check out my little break down about The Red Dress Run several days ago.
I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to take on this next part of NOLA living that also, somehow, doesn’t seem to get very much attention in the Big Easy, life in the gay community…namely, life for brown folks in the gay community. So, uh, strap in, and let’s go for it yo.
Since recently relocating to Palm Springs Cali, a lot of people ask what it was like to be a member of the gay community in one of the most culturally diverse cities in the country; and it got me thinking, I don’t really know. I haven’t gotten my membership card back since I quit doing drag. It feels like I’ve had a visitor’s pass ever since I stopped wearing makeup.
What I discovered when I took my wigs off, is that there isn’t much room for black men in the gay community outside of that role in that beautiful 12×12 radius. The Big Easy Gayborhood is a reflection of NOLA’s favorite pastime, pretending she’s not racist.
For beyond the confines of drag queen-dom, black men find themselves blessed with yet another box the gays have placed us in, fetishism. BBC. Big Black Cock. Mandingo. Dat D. Plenty-O-Meat. Sincerely having to explain to countless men that, no, I’m not a dominant, aggressive top, nor do all of us have a 13 inch penis. Let me elaborate, during my short time on this Earth, I have been both the drag queen and the black dude with muscles. And let me tell you brothers and sisters, it’s a real toss up between which one involves more fuckery. For both have one tiny thing in common….I was black as fuck while participating in both constructs. And these two social mechanisms are constantly handed down to black brothers in the big easy.
You may be wondering why all of this is relevant, by now you’re probably rolling your eyes going, “why does every mother fucking thing have be about race?” The answer? Because it is. American society is literally designed to make everything about race. Black folks didn’t make that decision, the Founding Fathers did. It is also designed to make well-meaning white folks blind to this fact, and in turn, spend a large majority of their time trying to ignore or disprove it. But. Before I lose y’all, I digress.
The argument in New Orleans is often…(wait…let me pause…when the issue is actually acknowledged by the gays)…well, where are the black people? Fair question. This epidemic of non-black participation in the gay community stems from the wild amounts of colorism and racism that runs rampant in the rainbow parts of the big easy.
I’m sure you’re shouting at your screens saying, “I’m not racist just because I don’t find black dudes attractive!” Nah. Let me stop you, brother. It does. “Colorism is a close cousin of racial prejudice, and like racial prejudice it is closely linked with the urge to obtain and keep power over others” (Jennifer Hochschild, Professor of Government, Harvard University – The Skin Color Paradox) What does this brilliant quote mean? If a dominant majority of a community doesn’t find an entire race of people aesthetically appealing, that feeling will manifest itself in a myriad of ways in said community. And what does that mean? Like straight culture, everything in the gay big easy is white washed…like hardcore yo.
Just look at Southern Decadence, one the biggest gay celebrations in the country, which takes places in one of the most culturally diverse cities in the country, is nearly all white. This is evident, yet again, in even the promotion of Southern Decadence and observation of the celebration. White drag queens, white local favorites, white go-go boys, Britney Spears blasting on every corner, white tourists, C-list white celebrities, Dolly Parton impersonators, and finally, Deborah Cox — So everyone can marvel at black culture, appropriate it, and then send those who create it on their way. (Yells, “Gurrrrrlllll” and smacks invisible weave)
-Slight side bar: The gay community owes a large debt of gratitude to black culture, namely, black women. Like a whole lot. But. That’s a subject for another post, sistas.-
So, when you factor in all these constructs and idiosyncrasies, you get your answer. Black men have never really felt invited to the party, so we stopped coming, and for those that do make their way to the party, we find ourselves in those two constructs. Drag queen or the dude with a big dick. And my drag queen sisters at least to get have a personality, in a rather limiting form, but there’s opportunity to assert your person-hood. Big dick man stands in the back watching the show until a grossly misinformed white brother walks up on him inquiring about said dick size.
Every time I try to bring this all home for you guys, another point reveals itself to me.
My gays. Don’t be angry with this assessment and observation. Let’s talk about how it got this way, and let’s move forward to correct it yo.
Sylvia Rivera warned us against becoming a movement of only white, middle class people 41 years ago; and today, so many of the ways in which LGBT equality has played out, has been about white, middle class men. -if you don’t know who Sylvia Rivera is, Google her…today-
“While the freedom to marry whomever we choose is a fundamental and monumental victory, the most marginalized of our community are still struggling”…this brilliant point was made by our girl Laverne Cox.
Even during the height of the movement in the 70s, when Harvey Milk was leading a large majority of the conversations about equality, a large majority of his platform stood on appealing to his white, middle class counterparts. The ole “we’re just like you” argument. This is not to take away from the amazing work that Harvey Milk did in anyway whatsoever, he changed the world for all of us. However, brown people were never a focal point of the movement, and that fact has manifested itself in every way possible with the development of the gay community ever since, not just NOLA, but with the development of the community nation wide.
Listen, this gonna be harsh, but, “The dirty little secret about the homosexual population is that white, gay people are just as racist as white, straight people.” (Keith Boykin, Writer – For Colored Boys)
Listen y’all, while I obviously can’t speak for an entire race, not my own, and most certainly not any others. I challenge and implore you to ask your other brown sisters about their experiences. Gay, black men are not the only men singing this song. Do your research, sistas. Asians, Latinos, Arabs, Hispanics, pretty much any brown person you can think of; has, will, and can attest to feeling and experiencing racism, colorism, and stereotyping in the gay community.
Let me be clearer, this isn’t a rant about white men not finding me attractive or white men not wanting to date me. This is about white culture, yet again, asserting its dominance and power in what is suppose to be a cornucopia of inclusion and acceptance. Those of us that do not see ourselves as part of the LGBT community, see it to be a white community with white experiences. Because gay, black men face racism in the LGBT community and alienation in the black community, this means the only support structures that speak to our perspectives, continue to alienate us.
I am not angry with any particular individual or any individual action. I am simply calling into question the structure of the entire community. Basically guys, those of us who feel excluded, should not settle for our marginal inclusion. But. Call on our white sisters to examine this structure with us.
I just think brothers are just a bit tired of shopping for outfits to wear to a party we never knew we were never invited to.
Sisters. Let’s talk about it.
#itsbeenlongtimecoming #butourchangewillcome #wearenotalone #nola #letssetthecurve
#tobecontinued #improbgonnarunformayor #wakeup #staywoke #getthecoffee #wegotworktodoCelie #itmaybebig #butitainteasy
Hey folks, I hope you enjoyed the first installment of this little project. This is gonna be a brief one as I want to just elaborate on my last statements about the Big Easy.
By now I’m sure you’re wondering if there’s any truth to my claims of a wildly white New Orleans being ushered in at an alarming rate. So, I wanted to post just after one of New Orleans’ favorite annual events, The Dress Run. The Red Dress Run is a mini marathon race, that features men and women pretending to race for about 4 hours, then spending about the next 10-12 hours drinking, and like a lot of things in the Big Easy, it started out as a charity, a charity benefiting breast cancer research. However, in true New Orleans fashion, it eventually morphed into all day drinking marathon.
Once again, I wish I could say that this was one of the exceptions, and you could go out and finally experience that ever elusive melting pot that is the Big Easy, especially given that most of the people who participate in this event, don’t even register for the event and just put on a red dress and get drunk, but nah, it’s as Lilly white as ever. Lol.
Yet again, an exemplary example of just how white our fair city has become. Once more, even the website’s main page and advertisements look like ads for a Kenny Chesney concert. Yet again, we are left wondering, “Where in God’s name are all the black people?”
The organization doesn’t even appear to care to make the event even look all-inclusive. Not. One. Brown. Person. In. One. Ad. Hell, Solange (yes, Bey’s sister), recorded a video to her instagram titled “my front yard” the day of the event featuring the swarms of people walking in front of her French Quarter home and not ONE brown face walks by. ROFL.
I know this STILL won’t be enough to convince you. But.
#dontworry #theresmore #nola #thebigeasy #neworleans #reddressrun #werenotmadwithanyone #butwehavetoopenooureyes #westillgotworktodo #theramblingmillennial
#tobecontinued #improbgonnarunformayor #wakeup #staywoke #getthecoffee #wegotworktodoCelie #itmaybebig #butitainteasy
After 25 years of drunken foolishness in the Big Easy, I believe that I have a bird’s eye view on the way this entire country operates. New Orleans is a mystical land of blissful fuckery. Where brown people of all shades; quietly, perpetually, and more often than not, happily take positions of lifelong servitude. While neighborhoods are gutted and home-grown New Orleanians are displaced…the biggest question posed to brown people by their white counterparts? “Um…could you bring out some more bread?”.
I didn’t always harbor such ferocious contempt for New Orleans, for there was once a time I too relished in the opportunity to serve the white man in the world-famous French Quarter.
It wasn’t until I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Ireland for several months that I finally saw New Orleans for what she was; a land of overt, masterfully hidden, normalized racism. Covered in glitter, soaked in vodka, and with just a tiny dash of…absolutely no shame.
Now, don’t get me wrong, Ireland definitely still has some work to do. For I was definitely judged by the color of my skin. But. Generally it was in a ferociously more positive light. Instead of being profiled as a “thug” or “Tyrone”…People saw my skin color as a badge of fortitude, masculinity, strength, creativity, and natural soulfulness. These categorizations are, indeed, super racist, haha, BUT, no one gets shot in the face because of the color of their skin. It sincerely humbled me to see what can happen when images of black people acting a fool aren’t CONSTANTLY shoved down the throats of a nation’s people. Like, NO ONE THERE HAS SEEN MADEA…ANYTHING. But. They have seen “Scandal” and “Roots”.
And I don’t even need to get into the gross contrast that is American media.
The Big Easy, of course, is no exception to the rule of media in America. You may not know this. LOL. But. New Orleans is one the most dangerous cities in America and home to some of the highest murder rates in the country. Soooo…what does that lead to?? You guessed it, a shit ton of black dude’s faces plastered across the local evening news every single night. While these men ARE committing crimes, the representation of black people, black culture, and black criminals are grossly disproportionate. What do I mean? I mean when it’s time to discuss the bad things about New Orleans, black and brown faces cover the pages of the stories. But. When it’s time to promote… I do not know…anything in New Orleans (Jazz Fest, Vodoo Fest, Mardi Gras, SOUTHERN DECADENCE, etc..) white faces cover the brochures from cover to cover. (Please keep your example of the TWO black people in one of the brochures to yourself). When seeing these ads, everyone suddenly forgets that New Orleans is 64% black and none of these promotions of the amazing things that happen in New Orleans feature black people. We wish we could say it was just a couple ads, but, every day, in a city that is 64% black, we walk around wondering “where the hell are all the black people at?”.
But white people just don’t notice because they just went to Brennan’s this morning and a very nice man named Jamal waited on them…so everything must be fine, right? But what my white people fail realize is, nah, none of it’s fine.
That this a city where white folks from Michigan, Ohio, and Denmark can come up, live, and FLOURISH in black New Orleans culture and then in turn be chosen to represent New Orleans over the men and women who have created and maintained this culture for the last century. It’s literally like, “Alright ladies and gentlemen, here with some authentic New Orleans Jazz, here’s… Peja Stojakovic.”
Before you beat me to it, no, it’s not that we don’t want to share, that’s kind of the whole point, but it’s not being shared, it’s being taken from us.
I mean, like literally. The French Quarter, Marigny, New Marigny, and Bywater are laughably white. People make jokes about it, all the time. The crazy part? People aren’t noticing.
Let me rephrase, their noticing, but it’s not effecting them on the same level as brown people…so…umm..go America, right?! Nah.
Even the tourists and transplants, who are also in the midst of taking New Orleans from us, look around and wonder where in the hell this fucking so called melting pot is located.
With such gems as “Where can we find some ‘authentic’ jazz, I mean, it’s not that those cats on Frenchmen weren’t getting down, but…uh…Louis Armstrong is from here, right?”….”Dude, I guess our server was black, but this is one of the whitest places we’ve ever been to, and we’ve been to Vermont AND Toronto….twice.” And my absolute favorite from my new, brilliant, educating, latina sista, from New York…”So, umm…where the black people at?”.
And the most puzzling part of the maze? Very, very few white, native and white, naturalized New Orleanians are asking same the questions. It’s as if they’re content with sitting in a sea of white faces at the bar.
Like, omg, how could I ever come to be the only black person at a bar in New Orleans, and be the ONLY one to notice. ROFL.
#tobecontinued #improbgonnarunformayor #wakeup #staywoke #getthecoffee #wegotworktodoCelie #itmaybebig #butitainteasy