Litterbugs Need Not Apply
My NO Metroblog silence of late is due to a decision I want to make and soon – should my blog voice become louder and more urgent? It’s not business as usual in NOLA, but we’ve lapsed back to our old ways, merely content to be here and go about our daily work. As I said to Chelsea Merz of Open Source Radio last evening, “Those returning to New Orleans must realize that their work here will have to be quadrupled, or quintupled, to bring the city back to to what it was before and move beyond. Each one of us has to attend to our own job, friends/neighbors and their needs and civic duties such as cleanup, writing and engaging in dialogue with the government and those outside New Orleans. And please don’t make work for other people.”
Our city can only handle so much right now. We didn’t and don’t have the moentary and human resources to fix every pothole and busted main and even to pick up mountains of trash piling up in MidCity, Gentilly and other neighborhoods struggling by a thread to survive.
Walking home last night, I watched a man and a woman run from Mojo Cafe to the Magazine St. bus. My delight at more people taking local public transportation was broken by the sight of the woman toss a go-cup into the bushes by the bus stop. Angered, I yelled, “Hey, did you just throw garbage on the street when a trash can is available at Mojo?” The couple turned, gave me a blank stare and continued on their way. Picking up the cup myself, I stewed for a long while after at this lack of civility and how can New Orleans survive when our own don’t respect it?
This is not the first instance of such barbarism. In fact, it is so prevalent in the Quarter (even the residential sections) and CBD that I am surprised when someone utilizes the large and ubiquitous brown and green receptacles. How hard is it to walk an extra 100 yards or half a block or to temporarily carry it in your purse/pocket/bag to get rid of trash? If you don’t care about your living environment, why should it give a rat’s ass about you?
Yes, I’m hopping mad. I’m so mad that on the evening of August 30th, I am walking the entire stretch of Magazine St. between Melpomene and Felicity to pick up debris that morons did not dispose of responsibly while our city is more than flummoxed by How Do We Pick Up All The Hurricane And Flood Debris? Want to help? Contact me. I’ll return the favor in your neighborhood.
If you’re reading this and are the kind of uncivilized philistine described earlier in this post, kindly pack up and leave New Orleans or, if somewhere else, don’t bother coming back. We’re having a hard enough time sustaining half of the old population and simply do not need you here that bad.