Alright, I’m a freakin’ Creole girl… I am also an anomaly of Nature, but I do have a soul, a soul that remembers those in my life, and I’m making a stand for them. May the Goddess help those who come at me for this stance. (you’re freakin’ dead meat.)
I want the projects reopened. I WANT everyone from this Blessed city back, and I don’t care what the fucking white shits or developers want. I want all of us back home…. period. Mixed-income housing? My fucking tush…. will not work. Our city is a place that actually celebrates family and community. In my travels, I’ve never found that through other cities.
The folks in the “bricks” weren’t dead-beats for the most part: they busted their asses to keep things running. Some worked two jobs, the Grannies and Aunties watched the kids, and everyone shared what little they had when it came to supper. True community… not the damn suburban “White” lifestyle.
Do you understand what that kind of life is like? Yes it’s a pain in the ass, but it is also warming and loving. You have acceptance and care. You are a part of the Whole. You are never alone. You have a community.
New Orleans is a city of community. We have been scouraged by the failures of the Federal (read- White) Government. Our land has been carved up for the suburban, White, SUV crowd. We have been abandoned. No more you jerks… we WILL have our home back or you will pay the price.
I’ve always said I stand for New Orleans, and I always shall do so, but now my side of Canal Street is the focus. Yes baby, this time it’s personal. (I’m turning my cyber machine over to this subject.)