What will become of us?

My fingers are just doing their own thing people; I have no control at this point.

It’s a question that I guess I’m just now confronting. Seems kind of strange in my mind that I’m just getting around to asking myself, just what will become of us, New Orleans?

It’s a tough question. One that neither I nor anyone else really has an answer to and it’s distressing to say the least. I think that is the thing that is most difficult to handle-the uncertainty. The feeling of not knowing what’s next, waiting for the OTHER shoe to drop. Damn it, we want our normalcy back. Yeah I know, that’s like asking to win the lottery. Nice thought, but it’s not going to happen.

I like to think that the citizens of this city have control over the future, that we can shape or maybe focus the future to be something that will be beneficial to all of us, those who love New Orleans. And we do have a say, but its not like it should be nor is it like it could be. We haven’t given ourselves to the dark side or any such nonsense, but our future depends on things that are generally out of our control. Yes, we can start electing leaders who lead, who don’t steal for themselves and leave the rest of us behind. We can demand a safe city. We can demand adequate levees. But demanding and getting are two different things.

I’ve been surprised and dismayed that the question of protecting this area from the weather has come down to money. As in, “We would love to help rebuild the wetlands but it’s going to cost how much?” I’m not that old but I do not remember money ever being an issue when it comes to protecting, rebuilding or helping any American city in need.

The stress and pain is too much for some people. They cannot afford to give anymore of themselves to help a crippled, dysfunctional and some would say dead city. They just cannot put forth the effort and get nothing in return anymore. I cannot blame them, I know it’s tough. I attempt to be strong, to keep the faith per se, to show others that we can get through this. Yet, I falter too. Sometimes on this blog, sometimes in the privacy of my home. Don’t bring up anything remotely Katrina related or the water works will start to flow. Got a story to tell about the young kid who overcame storm related losses? Then you better have some tissue close by because I will start bawling.

It all brings me to the question. What will become of New Orleans? Hell I don’t have the answer. You thought I did? Fooled you then. About the only thing I really know right now is that there are tons of people like myself, who will not give up. That encourages me. It’s the one thing I hold on to, that I am not alone in my love for New Orleans.

8 Comments so far

  1. Jack Ware (unregistered) on August 28th, 2007 @ 2:02 pm

    You assume a unity that I just can’t see. A unity that ignores race, politics and religion. You assume a collective that’s looking out for what’s best for everyone; not just they’re own interests. I’ve never seen that kind of unity in this city.

    After all, the collective us re-elected the Mayor and William Jefferson. The collective us is trying to demand that certain specific units in specific projects are refurbished while other units in other projects sit empty. The collective us is suing the assessor’s office. The collective us elected a DA who can’t do anything but fire people, get convicted of racism and cost the city money. The collective us makes excuses for Oliver Thomas, and I am willing to bet, will still elect him as mayor in the next race in spite of his conviction. For that matter, some 160,000 of the collective us doesn’t even live here anymore, just their right to vote and protest does.

    I don’t know about you, but if there is a collective us then I don’t want to be affiliated with it. What will happen to us? It’ll be different for everyone, so much so that even geography is no longer a heading to define the term “us”.

    We are all on our own. Might as well get used to it.

  2. DanF (unregistered) on August 28th, 2007 @ 4:12 pm

    I blame this post on the merlot. or the abita amber, can’t remember which

  3. peggy (unregistered) on August 29th, 2007 @ 8:20 am

    Talk about bawling. I read to stories of angels in the TP today.

  4. peggy (unregistered) on August 29th, 2007 @ 8:22 am

    I mean the stories. I’m still bawling.

  5. Mark, Shreveport (unregistered) on August 31st, 2007 @ 3:49 pm

    The first comment pretty much sums up what those of us on the outside have been seeing and why we have chosen to quit helping. If New Orleanians want a cesspool to live in, we are not going to help you rebuild it.

    PS, I now read where you have the highest murder rate of any major city. How many negative indicators do you have to top before you decide to change?

  6. DanF (unregistered) on August 31st, 2007 @ 3:57 pm


    the first comment is from someone who LIVES here today. Change sadly does not happen as quickly as needed but I think 51% of us on the ground here are working toward fixing our problems.

    I know everything works great in Shreveport so more power to you fine folks up there.

  7. fb,vzshbf (unregistered) on September 17th, 2007 @ 12:35 pm


  8. fb,vzshbf (unregistered) on September 17th, 2007 @ 12:35 pm


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