Okay, so I don’t blame the hotel guy, who was probably a wonderful person and didn’t deserve my condescension. But when you’re not from the area, and you don’t see the slave cabins as the asterisk to the plantation experience, but the centre of it, his response was shocking. Those places are ground zero for the American holocaust, and the idea of planning a wedding there is horrifying to me, no matter how lovely the house and grounds are.
When you’re raised to see the anchoring crime at the bedrock of your history as a minor detail, a passing footnote, a blip in an otherwise lovely thing, you’re unconsciously part of the problem, I’m sorry to say.
I’m sure he didn’t mean anything. He just didn’t know.
Ty the Guy OUT!
New Orleans has given the world a number of lovely comic book heroes…
Monica Rambeau was a New Orleans resident before becoming the second most-named-Avenger-ever, Photon/ Pulsar/ Spectrum/ Captain Marvel. (MPD Super-hero Hank Pym tops the list with seven names.)
N’Awlins gets to claim the Ragin’ Cajun as well.
Is there anything more wonderful than the Atomic Knights in the French Quarter? You’ll notice there’s no signs in the background for strip clubs, jazz halls and palm readers, so I don’t know what part of the quarter they’re in…