Sometimes the White Man’s Burden is just unbearable. Try explaining that to my Stockholders now. All they want is a bottom line of profit. They don’t understand at times, what we are up against.
Katrina wasn’t enough, you know those levees had to fail for it to be the Perfect Disaster for a nice white Capitalist takeover. It was almost done. Most of the tract houses and apartment buildings are still boarded and abandoned. There were “just enough” people of color left to play for the Tourists on Bourbon. Maybe a couple Chiefs who can still convince themselves that there is “pride on Bourbon” enough to create a second line or two here and there; while working two jobs and moonlighting at the strip clubs as musicians. But overall, the Blacks and the Creoles left en masse, and the Real Estate is there for the picking. Like manna from the heavens, room for all the rich white people who love just a “tiny bit” of color in their lives. You know, the “cultural absorption” spectator sport that convinced them in the past that seeing Buffalo Bills traveling Indian Show made them experts in Lakota, and that on Prince Spaghetti day everyone is Italian. God knows, there was no culture there in the slums, anyway. Poor people and their poor English, and the scariest of them at least stay way-back in the deep bayous. Those people are crazy.
We had such plans. The Resorts. The Marinas. The theme parks with genuine Cajun shrimp kabobs, but not too spicy for the freckle faced kiddies from the corn belt. Gauhrunteeeeed. Its not like we weren’t planning on buying east coast shrimp, anyway; and no one swims in the ocean when you have a series of cascading pools, but the smell? Its not just the oil and dispersants, now its dead fish too.
I don’t know if we can divest quick enough. Who the hell is going to come down to the smell of petrochemicals and tar balled beaches? I wouldn’t bring my yacht down here on a bet. Not even my sailboat or offshore racer. Can you imagine what a mess it would be getting that gunk in the intake of even one of those motors? Some of these chunks are big enough to snap a shear pin the size of baseball bat, let alone what it might do to the actual prop. And by all thats holy, we certainly don’t want them coming in by air. Then they could really see the mess down here.
My stockholders are in convulsions right now. I just cannot see my way through to turn a profit off this yet. A skimmer/refinery would take far too long to make and far too much operation to make money. All these lots, and not a thing I can do with them, now.
I can see only one solution, ironic as it is. We must just walk away from here, and let the damned unwashed have it back. Its not like myself or my investors are racist or anything, but lets face it, it could have been one of the richest cities in the South, and we would have given those that stayed jobs. Its not like they were doing anything for themselves anyway. Every city has its slums. Every place that white people make nice, has the lazy fringes who choose to live like pigs on its skirtcoats. They are just different. They like to live like that.
There have always been the poor. I mean, these people could work if they wanted to. There are plenty of jobs. But if you let them into the prime real estate, it ends up looking like a dump. Who wants their cities to look like this? That’s not how we live. They choose it. They are too busy with their little customs and superstitions to get up off their asses and make something of their world. They count on us, its a burden, but we have to make LIVABLE places; places that give them the inspiration to rise above. We created industry, we created wealth. Most lands are wasted on these fringers.
Its not like we are giving up, people have a hunger for warm sunshine, pristine resorts, and just a wee but of “color” to entertain them. You know, a good tsunami or huge Earthquake in L.A. would be a fine thing about now. We could remake that shithole into a white paradise… the way God intended it to be. Once the area was, shall we say, cleansed for us, we could bring on a few of those chicano types to play a little mariachi for flavor. New Orleans had Mardi Gras, but we could turn Cinco de Mayo into the Festivals to end all Festivals. Maybe we could do both, just relocate Mardi Gras to LA and hire some feather dancers and queers to sex up the place for a few days. People love their naughty.
I mean, if we could bypass some of the International backlash, Haiti would have progressed much further by now. It is still in the works. There is a different market now. One of the losses we had to take on this whole “terrorist” drama is that even the affluent are leery about leaving the Country. The ubers still come; we have that niche market. Being able to travel under the auspices of owning the means of travel has its perks. Still, the developers in India knew, they created lovely resorts after the 2004 Tsunami. We were THIS CLOSE to making NOLA a paradise.
Now? We have to just walk away, like all those lazy quitters did when the Storm came.
This is an Oil Hurricane. There’s no way back from that. But a good businessman knows when to cut his losses. The only question left is “What’s Next?” It may sound odd to pray for another, more manageable disaster, but I think God wipes the slate clean so his chosen can create new heavens on Earth.
So, So Long, Disneyland South.