Looking Back…

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Here is another look back at the first few months post-Federal Flood here in New Orleans. At the time Betts and I were in SoCal, and the only way for me to “be with” Gentilly was to use an e-list.

This letter started a movement to build a community association, and ultimately it did. (Just not exactly my version of the dream.)

Maybe it’s just a melancholy nature, maybe it’s inherent memory of things, but I’ve started looking back at some of my writings  post-Deluge and what has become of my observations. Maybe I’m just searching old ammo to try to stop what I am beginning to see in the UNOP (Unified New Orleans Plan stuffs, especially the limited performance demographically within these “meetings”.

I wrote this to Gentilly After Katrina on Samhain, 2005. These are my thoughts that helped to start the GCIA. Now that all of us in the city are in Phase Two of the rebuilding torture, I hope that this reminds us all of what we aspired to accomplish when we got involved with the recessitation of New Orleans.

Dear Gentilly folks,

In Life, we all must live within the circumstances of

our own individual existences… that’s a given. It IS

the way of the World.

For those who for whatever reason will not return, may

you find peace and prosperity in a new place. May it

bring you joy, and may the hurts of what happened to

New Orleans and yourselves be soothed over the coming

years.

Myself… we’re going back, even if it means that our

little house becomes Imladris, the “Last Homely House”

on the edge of a modern day Dresden. Our lamps will

shine, and yes, I will be heartbroken to not see a

mirroring gleam in the shadows, but we will go back

home.

Many of us shall.

Yes, even with our limited resources and years

remaining, putting our lives into the hole so to

speak, we will return to rebuild this city, and it

will become the wonder of the 21st Century. New

Orleans shall become the example of what can be done

when the Spirit is called upon. It will be a memorial

to the soul of a wonderful collection of people that

the modern world rarely sees: New Orleans culture.

This is what makes up “History”, and anything less is

an insult to the memory of those who built the place

and survived through almost three hundred years of

various misfortunes and Blessings.

I stated this concept before on this list… those who

wish to rebuild must band together in order to survive

the next few years. We need to have the strength that

comes from a chorus of voices in the face overwhelming

odds and modern-day demands. Vox clamantis in Deserto,

(the Voice crying in the Wilderness”), will not

suffice in our situation.

Take a look at the banality of what passes for life in

most of our cities… cold, cruel, and cultureless.

Everything is the same, and everyone has the same

nameless identities. They are all exchangable and

discardable.

Does that sound like anything we had here in this

city?

Is this all that Life is supposed to be?

Shall the cheap triteness of Post-Modern civilization

be the only thing that our descendants ever know?

Doesn’t work for me, just as it doesn’t work for many

others.

The problems of Old New Orleans, (graft, corruption,

enforced poverty, segregation.), in many ways have

died with the Katrina disaster. New visions will lead

to a better city, a city where every human being, no

matter who or what they “are”, will be welcomed and

valued. A place that is truly a “City upon a Hill”.

It can only happen if we speak and act, not the fools

and stupid concepts that led us to this disaster over

the many decades…

We are the ones who can create an equitable society.

We shall be the people that control their destinies.

We are the Spirits that will say, “No more”, to those

who just use folks up and throw them away.

All of us, no matter one’s particular situation in

Life, are worth more than that.

Let’s get this baby up and running, rebuild Gentilly,

and help restore the Spirit of the city we all love

and cherish. I’m ready.

Her Blessings!

Morwen Madrigal,

Sugar Hill

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    • Diane G on February 12, 2008 at 2:26 am

    My friend, so people who have nothing to add have a way to express that you touched them.

    BTW, I for one, am glad I found you.  You are an honor to know. (or learn to know)

  1. Take a look at the banality of what passes for life in most of our cities… cold, cruel, and cultureless.  Everything is the same, and everyone has the same nameless identities. They are all exchangable and discardable.

    Does that sound like anything we had here in this

    city?

    Is this all that Life is supposed to be?

    NO!  NO!  NO!

    My answer to your question.

    I need New Orleans to exist even though I live in New York.  I need it.  I don’t know why and I’m not even interested in questioning that feeling.

    Thank you for all you do.  I found out yesterday DangerBlond has been elected to the Orleans Parish Democratic Executive Committee, along with Karen Gadbois.  NOLA bloggers all.

    You are an amazing bunch, imo.  Your story has yet to be written, and I have no doubt there will be more chapters to be seen in the future.

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