Summertime in New Orleans

As Rayna pointed out in an earlier post, it’s hot here in New Orleans. Very hot. If you’re from here you know that two things go on in New Orleans during the summer. The heat is oppressive number one. It is stifling. Imagine walking in a huge bowl of Jell-O that’s hot but still in its gelatin state. That’s what it’s been like for the last 5 days.

The other things that locals know about summertime in New Orleans is that the shootings always rise in the summer. It’s been that way since my first summer in New Orleans. We get very hot, tempers are very short and we just start shooting each other. Some would say we do that all year long. I can’t disagree with that. We lead the nation in murders so it’s not like all of them occur during the summer, but it has always gotten worse when the heat rolls in around May.

I’ve always tried to figure out why it is that when the heat rises so does the city’s collective anger/frustration/dislike of each other. Blaming the heat is the easy way out but I think it’s a contributing factor. No schools in session could have an effect. Daylight last longer so you would think that would decrease the numbers but it doesn’t.

It doesn’t help any when the Metro Crime Commission releases a report stating what has been obvious to us who live here now. The NOPD is focusing too much on trivial traffic and “misdemeanor” offenses. What that means is the NOPD is more focused on stopping you and I for driving a vehicle without a brake tag. Instead of focusing on the killers killing each other. Or the killers killing innocent business owners. I’ve known and written about the city’s efforts on raising cash. Why focus on stopping murders when there are dollar bill’s driving around the city, waiting to be pulled over and taken to jail. It’s a money making scheme and just validates my belief that the city government sees EVERYONE who is back as a walking/talking/driving dollar bill.

Back to summertime- I like to look back on things a lot. Probably too much. I look back on the summer of 2005 and wonder why none of us saw the destruction coming. This is a crazy city in general but my mind seems to remember that summer being different. The city was on edge before Katrina busted us a new one. Or maybe it was just craziness going on in my life, not really sure. I know in the three weeks before Katrina hit, I was mugged, hit by a Vespia, knocked off my bike by some drunk homeless dude lurching out from behind a dumpster, the hood I was living in got very squirrelly and someone attempted to break into the apartment 3 different times, all within the month of August 2005. We should have seen it coming. Or maybe I should have.

It’s a good idea to check the temperature before heading outside but it’s too bad we can check the peeps of New Orleans temperature before we head out. Probably all be safer if we could.

2 Comments so far

  1. Jack Ware (unregistered) on June 13th, 2007 @ 2:02 pm

    Summer time is for busting caps in asses….everyone knows that.

  2. Laurie (unregistered) on June 15th, 2007 @ 3:50 pm

    Think of the cold freezing Australians.


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