Try this shit.
Shoot them now.
December 19, 2007
December 10, 2007
December 9, 2007
Ripping A Soul Apart
This week has been nothing but pain. The house is coming along, but I keep seeing the faces of the boys that died during the Crisis. I’m freakin’ feeling guilty: I still live. Working through the feelings of pain, loss and guilt are nothing but torture. (Last night a friend of ours almost lost it over the death of his good friend last Christmas Eve… I had to come out of my funk in order to try to help.)
Death is no stranger to me: my mom died in my arms when I was 13. That was the start for me: I wound up dealing with the AIDS Crisis a decade later. (do you have any idea what it feels like when everyone but yourself dies in a week from your Billiards team? How about finding out that your clerks are dead?) I remember my friend Adam having to have a lobotomy due to his AIDS dementia: he couldn’t remember my name when I would show to clean his home. I remember bailing a good friend out of jail because of the medications not working well together. I remember taking my coven to the top of Bernal Heights one night to show them the “void” of light over S.F. General Hospital.
I lived that life, and the now current purging of New Orleans reeks of the same shit. I will not tolerate it.
Decades ago I dedicated my life to service. I knew what the cost was, but I also understood the benefit. (not that I knew that I’d be having nightmares and B/S, not to mention acts of kindness that still haunt me.)
When the Federal Flood happened, I made my decision to fight for New Orleans. Yeppers, my partner Betts tells me to STFU at times, but I continue the fight. The catz sit on my desk whilst I’m going crazy, but they know that Grand Ma is focussed. They understand. Do you understand me?
And ya’s know what? Ya’s don’t want me to go Freya on your asses… I have a ton of catz to unleash. I don’t wish to do that.
Alright, we must fight for Public Housing. We who stand for New Orleans must be there.
We cannot allow outsiders to determine the the future of our city, our home. This place is OURS dammit! New Orleans is our place, and the mother-fucking outsiders should have no say about our future.
At the risk of getting my tail feathers singed, I was the first here in NOLA to bring up Klien’s book “The Shock Doctrine”. Here is an article from ZNet that tells it like it is.
This coming week is the time for those of us who love New Orleans to prove how much we believe in this place… the proof of the pudding when it comes to love of place. Getting our house back means little when thousands of others are denied homes.
WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER Darlin’s.
I will never be able to have a peaceful sleep in our almost fixed home if I know that there is a Grannie, or an Auntie, Uncle, Grandpa… who cries because they cannot return home, can’t be with their families.
My lament over these last few decades was that I could not die, that the Goddess would not let me die. I’ve always wondered what the reason for that shit. Now I know… the Fourth Battle of New Orleans starts soon. It’s about Humanity over dollars, a Human breath against the ticker tape from the Stock Market. The value of Life and Living…
If you have a heart, and a soul… work with us to stop the destruction of all of these homes. Please, please… don’t let this crime happen. We will pay for this in the Future if it goes down this way.
December 7, 2007
November 26, 2007
The Usual Suspects Arrive…
Today on the steps of City Hall the usual suspects showed up to protest the fact that citizens and members of the City Council are questioning the recently signed garbage contracts. The protesters, including the loud-mouthed and worthless ministers, are calling any investigation into the garbage contracts “Racist”.
I am sick and tired of my “relatives” constantly screaming Racism and minority-bashing anytime a Black person is queried about business dealings. (Remember Oliver Thomas? Dollar Bill Jefferson?) And these fools keep claiming they are the wronged minority. Bullshit babies, you are the majority in this city and your leaders fucked all of us over with their greed.
Remember the paychecks from the School system to janitors and clerical workers that had been gone for years? What about the Brake Tag inspection centers and the damn traffic tickets mess?
The Social Contract calls for all of us to work together for the common good, not line our pockets at the expense of the others. It’s about working together… exactly what the Founders believed. I watch your back and you watch mine type of stuff.
Sadly there are certain Black folks who see Public Offices as piggy banks, and their relatives and friends get to ride on the gravy train provided by those elected. They consider it their “right”.
None of my ancestors held slaves. My New Orleans family were free people of color and my father’s line were Quakers. I’m freakin’ sick and tired of hearing the old, worn-out, litany from the Black community that if you have pale skin you are the enemy. My parents fought for civil rights for Black folks years ago. I have fought all of my life for the same principles, but now the Black cross-bearers are calling those of us who desire to know what really went down with these garbage contracts racists?
Here in New Orleans this crap has to fucking stop.
November 1, 2007
Trash Talk…
I’ve been waging a battle with the garbage collectors over the last two months here in slum-lord land. Two weeks ago an “official” can was delivered to our real home in Sugar Hill (and our contractors are there and they are armed), but I have not received a city-sanctioned can for the hovel that we currently reside in. (And yes I will have to buy another can for my rentals since we don’t have two street numbers, but we own half a block.)
Here’s some accounts.
I’ve called many times to get an official can for this rental, but to no avail. Now the “workers” won’t pick up my cat litter bags (must be the 25# rule thanks to our City Council members in April). They took the lid off my trash can two weeks ago in a pouring rain and now it is a Superfund Site. I have two bags of litter on my stoop that the “boys” can’t find the energy to throw into a truck.
So this is the result of contracting with minority-owned businesses? Satellite tracking for garbage cans? A 25# limit on trash weight? Trash cans that can hold 120#s easily, but it will exceed the weight limits?
(Yeppers, here comes the tirade, but do remember that I am Black and White, Creole if you please, and everything else that percolates in New Orleans outside of the Asian folks. I only take the side of the common person… the Commons so to speak.)
So we have a Black-based administration making contracts with “minority-owned” businesses for City services. First off, if the majority of the populace in New Orleans is Black, how does a Black-owned business become “Minority-owned”? How is it that we as citizens are paying twice the amount we used to pay for garbage removal and then we find out that anything above 25#s is not acceptable to be taken from our curbs?
Betts and I pay to have the debris removed from our home from our rebuilding. This stuff is not storm material, but the trash from making the place right. This is a cost that we accept because we do strive to be good citizens (unlike the folks that filled our dumpsters with their crap that they weren’t willing to pay to be removed. Yes… my Black relatives.) That amounted to $450 a pop from our purses, and no “Thank You” from the majority in our neighborhood that “used” us.
Still, we will continue to be good neighbors on our part. That’s just how we are.
So where the fuck am I going with all of this? There are basically two kinds of people in this world: those who only can “see” that which is colored or has the same thought-process they live by, and the rest of us who are part of the polyglot society that this Republic was founded for.
We, the polyglot culture, evaluates folks on their character, not skin color, religion (I’m sadly lacking here, but I have my reasons) or philosophy. People are people, and we have to live with each other in this world. Let’s play nice, okay?
Here in New Orleans we have the chance that most places will never have: we have to rebuild our homeplace. The populace of this place must remove the Race-blinders and embrace the all that is trying to rebuild this area. (Well fuck the gang-banger/crack assholes and the White money-pigs) What we do here and now determines the Future of our Nation. This is the proving ground. This is where America learns it’s next lesson.
This place is where the Future begins, and all of us here have a front-row seat. WE DETERMINE THE FUTURE OF AMERICA. We here in NOLA, at this point in time and space, control the destiny and path of a Nation. Never doubt that one kids. This is the place where the Social Contract comes into play, and it’s up to all of us to reaffirm our support of what this country is to be… black, white, yellow… doesn’t freakin’ matter. We are all equal in the One’s eyes.
So how did I get from a shitty trash contract to this pronouncement?
It is time here to end the Negro Administration of the City. Black, White, Asian and Creoles need to become the moving force in this area. No more Class-warfare, no more Race crap. This is all of our homes and lives, and it’s time that all of us take control of our city. I “see” the possibilities, I know that we are capable, but I doubt the courage of conviction…
Prove the old Swamp Witch wrong darlin’s. Let’s create the New World.
And meanwhile we must deal with the mess that our disgraced Negro D.A. left us concerning his Racist actions. (Once again my relatives disgust me.)
October 30, 2007
Da “Hat” Has Left the Building
One bad aspect to going to sleep after the sun rises is that ya’s miss the news that comes around in the morning (but you do catch the stories that the rest of the world sees hours later as the have their coffee).
So this is what I find upon rising from my resting place in order to start another day of luring souls to Hell: Eddie “The Hat” Jordan has resigned as our District Attorney.
Of course the taxpayers are still on the hook for the court judgement for his Racist actions, but maybe now we will see prosecutions coming from the D.A.’s Office and the scum will get scraped from our streets and deposited elsewhere. (Imagine the sight of the gang-bangers and crack dealers packing up and driving into the sunset…. tres kewl and more than worth the $3.7 million for the removal of Jordan’s B/S).
Goodbye Mr. Hat… you’re just another peon (and a failed one at that) now.
October 24, 2007
Eddie the “Hat” Wants Me To Pay?
So, you become the first Afro-American D.A. in the city’s history, so’s ya’s goes in, fire all the white folks and hire Blacks to replace them and think everything is tres kewl with this shit?
You lose the case against the wrongfully fired, and every damned appeal you can muster, and now you state that the city must pay the fine? That we are somewhat responsible for your paranoia and Racist insanity? Have you lost your bat-shit lunatic Racist mind?
You who can’t get a big indictment to save your soul?
Fuck you Bro! You played the race card and then couldn’t perform your job and we have to pay for your criminal actions. Fuck you twice Bro. Savvy? I’m not paying the damages from the Racial purging by one of any fucking Race in government. Damned cocksucker…
You should pay the $3.2 Mil for your crime, and if you can’t pull it off, then your children are liable for the damages, not those of us who are innocent of your sick mind and it’s neurosis. You are the criminal, and YOU must pay the price Mr. Jordan. (They are going to love you being a cell-mate in Angola.)
The other path Mr.Jordan is that you resign your office as D.A. and the city will cover your debt. You will be barred for life from seeking elective office. (Don’t like that one, ‘eh?)
Ta, Ta, and thanks for all the fish, NOT.
Update- Fieikow responds to Eddie the “Hat”.
An interesting idea from Max over at The Levee.