Gentilly Girl- a part of the 99%

Okay, I wasn’t going to post today out of respect for our losses along the Coast during the last year since Katrina and the Deluge, but my heart wasn’t comfortable with that. One year after the fuck-job from Nature and Man’s follies, WE ARE STILL NOT OK!

This post is not to lessen my concern and hurt for the rest of the Coast: I lived in Biloxi, Pascagoula and Mobile. The memories are vivid and welcoming. At least those places are being helped by the Feds, and the repair monies are coming in. Their’s was a monumental Natural Disaster.

Not so for SE Louisiana. We have been screwed for many decades by the needs of the U.S. and Her corporations. Our barriers from the damage wreaked by hurricanes was willfully destroyed by monied interests and the ACoE. We were deemed expendable: our lives, our homes, family, Culture…. we didn’t count in their cost analysys of their bottom line. We were to be used for the Industrial North and it’s people.

Northeners can come down, get drunk, fuck their brains out, trash us by throwing up on our streets, “do” a girl over a counter, and then go home to resume a “respectable” existance.(And heat their homes.) We are Amerika’s Tijuana. I know this… heard it for decades, I’ve lived it.

I live everyday, like many other women here, as something to be used. Screw those assholes! I am a Southern woman, and this is my home. Wanna fuck with me? Baby, I’ll cut your freakin’ balls off. Same goes for the energy corporations. Polyticians and users? Satan and I have come to a very special arrangement for all of you.
We are a sovereign nation: we are the Isle d’Orleans. Napoleon may have sold us, and Jefferson accepted said sale, but WE ARE OUR OWN! We, and this upon the word of my Elders, never aquiesed to this crap. My ancestors just kept keeping on. Who gives a shit about money-grubbing and power? We just freakin’ live our lives. That’s New Orleans.
Our lives down here were about living, having our celebrations important to our Culture. We just freakin’ go on with life as a community. Our world is our own: we are the Old World within the New. Can you understand this kind of existance? This is the way it used to be, and shall be.
We here will not accept an usurpbation of our sensibilities and beliefs: we ARE the Creoles and what-not of New Orleans. We stand for what Jefferson preached…. a free people. And the country owes us, owes us big time. We have been screwed big-time for your hubris. (Wait until you get your Winter gas bills.)

This message is to not slight the multitude of efforts amassed by so many to help our needy, but rather an expose upon the power brokers and their eternal hunt for more money. FUCK YOUR SHAREHOLDERS: they took the gamble upon buying stocks, and now it’s time to pay the piper. (Pull the handle on the slot machine asshole, and then look at what shows up… screw you!)

Many people in this country are concerned with us, but there is the 3% that wishes total control, and I shall not allow that to happen. Wanna shoot me assholes? You’d better be good, because I’m better. New Orleans is where I stand. This city and culture is all to me, and you have no way of knowing that which I have set up for Her. St. Joan looks after her daughter.

This is just a statement of fact and a dare: come after me Feds, and be prepared to have the fight of your life. I WILL stand for New Orleans, Black and White, poor and rich… do you have the cujuanies? I have the ovaries to fucking take you on, and I will not lose.

Now you know where I stand. Fuck yourselves and die.

Morwen Madrigal