Wednesday, August 8, 2012

A DREAM OF A MAGICAL CITY

Well, dears, I am still posting on nola.com but illness has delayed some of my actions. I am disappointed with nola.com in one respect - they erased the list of all of my posts before changing to the new system - over 3000 posts.  I made one mistake and did not keep copies over the years, unlike Mr. Perricone, who evidently will use them to write a book.  He may have even read one of my comments about doing the same.  Fortunately I did have some of the comments saved on this blog and I certainly hope people will look at them and  remember.  The members of the Brigade are quite upset also.  Our members include people of all ancestries, religious affiliations, political beliefs, etc.  The only thing we have in common is that we are of an older generation who remembers what morals, ethics, logic, etc. were among the majority in the past. 

The issues of today remain basically the same politics, crime, education or lack thereof, etc.  However, we believe that we can make a change in New Orleans if we were to all unite in an effort to clean up the problems in this city and that will only happen when we erase the hatred that continues to stir up this problem as it has almost from its birth, which was a tremendous struggle.  Read about that in the enticing book - The Accidental City by Lawrence N. Powell.  At the same time I am reading that book I am reading The Last Madam by Christine Wiltz - a different subject but part of the culture of this city.  However, the title is not really true, now is it dears. 

I suggest that everyone start taking stands against the corruption that pervades this city, state, and nation.  Let's try to build a new magical city on the river populated by people who dare to care and care to dare.  Join us in this venture by posting online or writing to the newspaper and the radio and television stations.  In my obituary one day will be the statement - Known as Rhett's Wife, part of a group who dared to care and cared to dare.  Will you take a chance, dears?