Someone asked me what I mean by using the term “Isle d’Orleans” in some of my posts. It’s something I learned during my childhood here along the Coast.
My mother used to tell me about the history of the Gulf Coast, and why we are different from the rest of the country. Ashley Morris sums it up quite well;
“I’ve always said that from about Panama City to Lafayette, and about 50 miles inland (not including Tallahassee or Baton Rouge) should be one state. I mean, do the people of New Orleans have diddley in common with the people of Bossier City? Do the people of Mobile have anything in common with the people of Montgomery? Do the people of Port St. Joe have anything in common with the snobs of Boca Raton? Hell no. But the coast, the coast has always been special. We all pretty much get it, although now Pensacola is more a military retiree home, and they’re trying to impose their Ohio values on people that just want to drink beer and fish.”
We are living in what was French-held territory. We were bought or ceded to the U.S. We are an “occupied” nation. Our world was subjected by the acts of Powers that did not consider the inhabitants. The treatment we have received by the U.S. over the years reflects these facts. We have more than enough reasons to stand alone.
We ARE the true melting pot of this country. In most of the Nation, communities are segregated. Here in the Isle d’Orleans, we freakin’ MELD. We become yet another ingrediant in that strange gumbo that makes up our people down here. Why do you think Mid-America likes to visit here?
Our culture is different, and it calls to the Inner Self that screams for the different, the communal, the REAL. That sums us up: the Real. (No wonder we aren’t accepted in the general culture.)
More to come babes…