Sunday, August 28, 2011
Millie is relieved (or really ticked off?)
Thursday, August 25, 2011
A Message to My Friends and Family on the East Coast
Help is on the way
You can't take that from me, just go ahead and try
The crescent city sleeps while giants in the sky
Preparing to unleash, let loose a mighty cry
Can nobody save us? Will anyone try?
The bayou is burning, the cypress has died
And all along they're saying
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
Hold my hand to help see right there in front of me
Help is on the way
Five thousand feet below as black smoke engulfs the sky
The ocean floor explodes, eleven mothers cry
My bones all resonate a burning lullaby
You can't take that from me, just go ahead and try
She stands at the shoreline with hands in the air
Her words pierce the dark light, does anyone care?
And all along they're saying
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
One by air, two by sea, right there in front of me
Help is on the way
Right here, right here
Right here, right here
Right here, right here
Choking on the black gold upon which we rely
We keep axes in the attics to see cameras in the sky
Help is on the way, they said, they said
Help is on the way, they said, they said
We were told just to sit tight 'cause somebody will soon arrive
Help is on the way
But it never came
It never came
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
Help is on the way (They said, they said)
One by air, two by sea, right there in front of me
Help is on the way
On the way
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
"Weapons Down"
Some people like him, some dont. Some say it was a show. I really doubt it nor do I care.The actual footage is copyrighted I guess by CNN because I cant access it. This interview shows a bit. Law enforcement and some guard members were contributing to a hostile environment and causing more stress and fear. (dont even get me started on the dirty cops in NOLA and some of the crimes against humanity they committed after Katrina, a lot of them have been charged) The city was tense and on the edge constantly.
By the way. Lt. Gen Honore is a Creole, not a "ragin cajun". I will never forget some of his words. "put your weapons down dammit, you are delivering food" , some of the hillbillies riding around with shotguns in truck beds didnt like him a bit. He was HOT when he got to a water and food distribution center and they werent handing things out because it might cause "chaos". I dont know what happened to that original video but listening to him eat their asses alive was music to my ears.
I liked him and still do. Somebody had to take charge of the mess and he was willing.
History of the Crescent City
This photo of New Orleans is courtesy of TripAdvisor
The People And Culture of New Orleans
By Arnold R. Hirsch and Joseph Logsdon
Department of History, University of New Orleans
Normally when tourists or first-time residents come to New Orleans, they have a difficult time understanding the city. It looks like no other place in the United States. The first puzzling impression usually comes from the appearance of the French Quarter near many of the city's hotels. It is more than just a few blocks of townhouses and cottages standing side-by-side, up against the sidewalk. The size of the district startles even those well traveled in the rest of the nation. Few visitors, moreover, are accustomed to such a melange of people moving at all hours of the day and night in the very center of the city. They quickly learn that bars have no closing hour, that the food is spicy, and that the music is pulsating almost everywhere. And they may also take note that the locals talk funny but seldom have southern accents.
Even a prolonged stay brings no easy recognition or familiarity. Someone from a northern city might see something familiar like a Saint Patrick's Day parade, Italian fresh produce dealers, or some century-old Lutheran, Greek Orthodox and Jewish congregations. They would also recognize soul food restaurants, African American store-front churches, and the lilt of Spanish spoken in the streets. A southern visitor would see familiar colonnaded houses, catch a whiff of jasmine blossoms, and even find cornbread on some menus. But still most residents of the United States will still be puzzled by what they observe in New Orleans — their usual explanation is that New Orleans is a foreign place, more a European than an American city.
But it is an American city — just a very different place with a very peculiar history. New Orleans is a place where Africans, both slave and free, and American Indians shared their cultures and intermingled with European settlers. Encouraged by the French government, this strategy for producing a durable culture in a difficult place marked New Orleans as different and special from its inception and continues to distinguish New Orleans today.
Like the early American settlements along Massachusetts Bay and Chesapeake Bay on the Atlantic coast, New Orleans served as a distinctive cultural gateway to North America, where peoples from Europe and Africa initially intertwined their lives and customs with those of the native inhabitants of the New World. The resulting way of life differed dramatically from the culture that was spawned in the English colonies of North America. The New Orleans Creole population (those with ancestry rooted in the city's colonial era) ensured not only that English was not the prevailing language, but also that Protestantism was scorned, public education unheralded, and democratic government untried.
Isolation helped to nourish the differences. From its founding in 1718 until the early 19th century, New Orleans remained far removed from the patterns of living in early Massachusetts or Virginia. Established a century after those seminal Anglo-Saxon places, it remained for the next hundred years an outpost of the French and Spanish empires until Napoleon sold it to the United States with the rest of the Louisiana purchase in 1803.
Even though steamboats and sailing ships quickly connected French Louisiana to the rest of the country, New Orleans jealously guarded its own way of life. True, it became Dixie's chief cotton and slave market, but it always remained a strange province in the American South. American newcomers from the South as well as the North recoiled when they encountered the prevailing French language of the city, its dominant Catholicism, its bawdy sensual delights, or its proud free black and slave inhabitants — in short, its deeply rooted Creole or native population and their peculiar traditions. Rapid influxes of non-southern population compounded the peculiarity of its Creole past. Until the mid-19th century, a greater number of migrants arrived in the boomtown from northern states such as New York and Pennsylvania than from the Old South. And to complicate its social makeup further, more foreign immigrants than Americans came to take up residence in the city almost until the beginning of the 20th century.
Foreign French continued to arrive as well as Spaniards and Cubans. Café du Monde at Jackson Square was Spanish in its origins, not French. The largest waves of immigrants came from Ireland and Germany. In certain neighborhoods, their descendants' dialects would make visitors feel that they were back in the depression neighborhoods of Brooklyn or the southside of Chicago. From 1820 to 1870, the Irish and Germans made New Orleans one of the main immigrant ports in the nation, second only to New York and far ahead of Boston, Philadelphia or Baltimore. New Orleans also was the first city in America to host a significant settlement of Italians, Greeks, Croatians and Filipinos. Just before the opening of the 20th century, thousands of Sicilians came into New Orleans to add to the complexity of its population and enrich its culture. Since many of these immigrants came from Catholic Mediterranean countries, they helped to increase the cultural divide with the settled ways of southern Protestants. North Louisianians find this city as strange as anyone from Iowa, Tennessee, Vermont or Georgia.
These variant patterns describe the black as well as the white population of the city. During the 18th century, Africans came to the city directly from West Africa. The majority passed neither through the West Indies nor the American South. They developed complicated relations with both the Indian and European populations. Their descendants born in the colony were also called Creoles. The Spanish rulers (1765-1802) reached out to the black population for support against the French settlers; in doing so, they allowed many to buy their own freedom. These free black settlers along with Creole slaves formed the earliest black urban settlement in North America. Black American immigrants found them to be quite exotic, for the black Creoles were Catholic, French or Creole speakers, and accustomed to an entirely different lifestyle. Immigrants also augmented the ranks of the city's black population when thousands of Haitians fled to New Orleans from that troubled island's revolutions long before Americans confronted its refugees in the late 20th century.
The native Creole population and the American newcomers resolved some of their conflicts by living in different areas of the city. Eventually, the Americans concentrated their numbers in new uptown (upriver of Canal Street) neighborhoods. For a certain period (1836-1852), they even ran separate municipal governments to avoid severe political, economic and cultural clashes. Evidence of this early cleavage still survives in the city's oldest quarters. A ride on a St. Charles streetcar will take a visitor away from the exotic French Quarter (the original downtown old city or Vieux Carré of the Creoles), initially through a business district more like that of the rest of America, and then through neighborhoods such as the lower and upper Garden Districts that look a little like Charleston or Savannah. Further still, through the University district, neighborhoods emerge filled with Victorian homes once common in American cities. Because the highest ground in this largely below sea level city runs along the natural levees of the city, the streetcar takes its riders on a passage through historical eras and their evolving architectural taste. Indeed, one of the city's nicknames, the Crescent City, came from the pattern of its growth along the river, which made a large bend through the delta starting at the original French settlement and moving out to the once separate town of Carrollton. The streetcar, the oldest surviving trolley in the United States, was constructed to connect those two 19th century settlements.
Similarly, a bus ride along Magazine Street would show the diversity of ethnic shops, just as a ride up Esplanade Avenue would reveal the evolving tastes and habits of the city's Creole population. And, of course, a stroll through any of the unique cemeteries, called "the Cities of the Dead," vividly show the multiplicity of names, birthplaces and languages of the various peoples who made up the population of the Crescent City.
Finally, New Orleans' peculiar ways need more explanation than a variant colonial past and a wildly diverse population. After all, California once belonged to Mexico, and today it draws more domestic and foreign transplants than any other place in the nation. Yet visitors seldom consider it "foreign." Quite to the contrary, California has come to define what is quintessentially American. On the other hand, New Orleans has remained an American province with a variant way of life. What is most intriguing about the city is its ability to fashion a public culture that transcends all of its varied peoples. They are more than a mosaic of identities, instead, they have to share a new cultural identity. Neither race nor nationality excludes any group from this common ground. What the city's denizens celebrate is less the Old World cultures of their ancestors and more the new way of life that evolved in New Orleans. The food, the festival, the music are shared pleasures, because somehow a novel ethnicity, born of the New World, has emerged in New Orleans. Creole cuisine, jazz and other forms of local music, Mardi Gras — all these famous attributes of the city give New Orleans a powerful sense of identity.
It is a live culture. If visitors make an effort, they can find a vibrant urban folk culture still producing new forms and practitioners. There are the neighborhood restaurants opened by bold creative chefs, the autumnal brass band parades in central city neighborhoods, the young lions of jazz now dominating the local scene as well as the world beyond, and the recently created Jazz & Heritage Festival. All these recent developments testify to the remarkable power of the city's culture to absorb new influences and fashion delights that continue to amaze not only much of the world, but also the inhabitants of New Orleans themselves.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Charity and Memorial Hospitals
Ambulatory patients from Charity finally being evacuated into a semi
Air boats taking patients out of Memorial Hospital
Charity was full of critically patients, aids patients, TB patients and a psych wing full of the most violent psychiatric patients
Nurses bagged patients by hand for days.
I cant begin to do justice to the situation at these two hospitals. There was no money for evacuations in the days before Katrina. Dedicated hospital staff stayed with their patients, made life and death decisions (and then later officials attempted to charge some of them with homicide, whether or not death cocktails were given has not been determined, but I suspect there were)
The Cajun Navy
When Gautreaux arrived at the Acadiana Mall in the early hours of Wednesday morning he was stunned by what he saw. The Mall parking lot was filled with boats and trucks of all shapes and sizes and hundreds of people willing to help rescue their fellow Louisiana citizens.
"The great thing about it was it was typical Louisiana," says Gautreaux. "We had doctors, lawyers, college students, nurses, working class people, and offshore oilfield workers who had the day off because of the hurricane. We even had a person who bought a brand new boat and motor that day so he could go with us. I thought that was great. It's part of our Cajun heritage to help our neighbor. When New Orleans needed help we were there to help them."
Participants in Gautreaux's citizen flotilla came from all around South Louisiana: Ville Platte, Lake Charles, Abbeville, Erath, New Iberia, Maurice, Carencro, Jennings, and Opelousas, just to name a few. Eyewitness estimates put the number of boats between 300 and 500, and the number of volunteers at 600 to 800. By all accounts, hundreds of volunteers showed up to help with hundreds of boats.
Although Gautreaux was quite pleased with the turn out, he had a stern warning to deliver to his enthusiastic volunteers who were eager to get going. Standing next to a Vermilion Parish sheriff department squad car with a bullhorn in hand Gautreaux had this to say to the volunteers, "This is the deal. If you're afraid to see death, don't come. If you're afraid to see a dead body floating in the water, don't come. If you're afraid to be shot at, don't come. If you're not used to the smell of death, don't come with us."
Recalling the scene Gautreaux says, "I warned them. And not one person turned around to leave."
(Jefferson Hennessy...Associated Content)
Nick Gautreaux
They've been called the "Cajun Navy"-- A group of Southwest Louisiana civilians who helped rescue people in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina.
Hurricane Katrina brought on the desperate situation-- the levies in New Orleans had failed and people everywhere were stranded. Governor Kathleen Blanco called on civilian volunteers she knew. Lake Charles business woman Sara Roberts was one of them. "The governor was very desperate and called upon people that she knew who had the resources. To those that much is given much is expected."
The term "Cajun Navy" was coined by Doug Brinkley doing research for his book the great deluge. In Lake Charles a group quickly mobilized and headed to the disaster area to help rescue people. "We had probably 23 vessels and we had I'd say probably close to 30 people." Roberts credits her friend, contractor Ronny Lovett with making it happen. "I called Ronny immediately and he said, 'Give me a couple of hours. I'm going to Sam's and I'm getting the supplies we need and we'll have our convoy. And we convoyed to New Orleans. He is really the hero."
They saw death and human suffering beyond their imaginations. The experience pushed everyone to the limit physically, mentally and emotionally. Yet Roberts says it was gratifying beyond words. "To me, going in and pulling people out of the water was just the right thing to do. It was our responsibility as citizens, Louisianans."
September 22, 2006
By Theresa Schmidt
KPLCtv.com
In the hours immediately following Hurricane Katrina's devastating assault on New Orleans with violent category three winds, unprecedented tidal surges, and lethal floodwaters, millions of Americans watched the alarming scene on television in dismay. This story is about the hundreds of first responder volunteers who could not watch the suffering of their fellow citizens without offering their assistance.
From the last day of the storm on Monday, August 28 to Sunday, September 4, 2005, these south Louisiana citizen volunteers worked tirelessly to save stranded New Orleans and St. Bernard Parish floodwater victims, and brought them safely to dry land. These first responders who brought their boats and risked their lives in the service of stranded flood victims have come to be known as the "Cajun Navy."
Monday, August 22, 2011
Lets Take A Bunny Break and Have A Monday Mantra
A Man and His Dog
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Little Heroes
Just Watch
Try not to form an opinion about anyone or anything you see. Try and forget the way you might already think about this crisis and look at it like its the first time you have seen it. Just ask yourself...."What if that were me?" (and I mean about every person you see here, the people, the cops, the troops, even the president) "What if that were me?" What would you have done?
Propaganda
Racial violence?
Wonder which store she looted to get these fine shoes
There was looting during Katrina but it was on a much smaller scale than the media led you to believe. Nobody was "raping babies in the Superdome" (The National Guard was in the the Superdome before Katrina hit and they suffered right along with the folks inside and did not allow this to go on.)
"They are shooting at rescue helicopters".......Not one shot was reported by the Louisiana Dept of Wildlife and Fisheries or the Coast Guard (the very first government agencies on the scene...Thank You!) These folks didnt wait for orders or a plan. They just started rescuing.
"Why didnt those people evacuate?"
There was no plan to deal with the elderly, the disabled, and Memorial Hospital was completely forgotten about for days.
"Seniors were trembling all alone, left behind by careless family members on the absurd assumption that they'd be okay. Many of them died in terrified solitude-no white-suited nurse holding their trembling hands, no nun telling them God was near. Just a mad rush of sewage water, filling up their lungs, snuffing them out with cruel vengeance. The oxygen tanks emptied and, after that, in some cases there wasnt even a soul around to witness their last breath. One can only pray that they were in a coma or unconscious at the grim time of reckoning." (Doug Brinkley, The Great Deluge)
Saturday, August 20, 2011
The Big Easy
Lake Pontchartrain Causeway
This was my view 9 1/2 years ago when I visited NOLA. Beautiful isn't it? It still is.
I am going to attempt this again. I don't know if I will be able to finish. 9 1/2 years ago was my last trip to New Orleans. I was there to sprinkle my brother's ashes in Lake Pontchartrain (as were his final wishes). I haven't been back yet. One day I want his son to see the city that his dad loved so much. I have only been relieved twice in my life that my brother was dead. The first was in those days and weeks following The Bitch that was Katrina.
I hope you will follow along with me. I want to show you pictures that not everyone saw and I will try not to show anything too graphic. I will share excerpts from the best book (in my opinion) written about Katrina.
The Great Deluge by Douglas Brinkley
I want people to remember what happened there....so we may never leave another American city to rot.
That was enough for the Louisiana SPCA, which brooked no discussion and no debate: with the announcement that a major hurricane was on the way, the preset plan went into motion. (The Great Deluge, DB)
263 dog and cats and a few other species were evacuated from the shelter on Japonica Street. It was incredible. No discussion or debate?
No such plan was in place for St. Rita's Nursing Home. The animal shelter had a well organized plan but St. Hell's nursing home let 35 drown. I cannot let go of my anger at this. There are no excuses for not having a plan for the most helpless among us.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
A Tale Of Two Bunnies
Over the last few weeks I have thought about which is worse....Indifference or Cruelty. I have come to the conclusion the indifference is the winner. Cruelty is not as rampant. Indifference is an abomination.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Monday Mantra
"The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity."
George Bernard Shaw
If you notice something strange about this little ones ears......yes about a third of her ears have been sliced off. Her story soon.....
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Summer, Drought, and Lost in my own head
Monday, August 8, 2011
Monday Mantra and things
Duds does not approve of my flip flops...why? Because I wore them to the rescue yesterday and they smell like foreign bunnies. He wanted them OFF my feet so I handed them over. He spent quite a bit of time tossing them around and chinning them. Silly bunny!
Monday Mantra:
Abraham Lincoln
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
I am addicted to these videos.
Camera troubles are keeping me from posting new pics. If you want to smile just watch the video.

