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You’re Just Saying That Because You’re From Pensacola

Posted on June 30, 2007 by Varg

This post over at b. rox is such an indicator. I encourage everyone to read it because it is is such a pristine and well-written example of how cultures clash here in New Orleans.

Bart is a man who publicly admonished the mayor in font of a crowd of 5000 people back in January and has done, well, too much to list here to help the city to recover and this lady, who said she was looking to leave the city for good, took him to task for trying to make a difference and suggested that the only reason he was doing so was because he was from Indiana.

Now, to clarify, she suggested that if he was born and raised here, he wouldn’t have such a rosy attitude toward the recovery.

The locals.

Some of them have MRGO-sized holes in their logic.

First, many of them have the attitude that if you aren’t “from” here then you have no business commenting on what occurs here. Neverminding their vastly different attitudes as to what constitutes being “from” here. But I wont address that, it’s difficult terrain to navigate.

I will say that I have found a direct correlation with being “from” here and “understanding how it is here” to a blanket acceptance of every fucked-up and ludicrous thing that goes down here. Those “from” here fall into two categories, those who are still fighting to fix it, and those who have resigned themselves to the fact that it won’t change. But almost all the people who have moved here from other cities or countries seem to have philosophies similar to the former.

The attitude of those “from” here is often “That’s the way it is and that’s how it will always be.” The reason people who move here become so disgusted with that is because it’s not tolerated in other places.

Part of the reason it hasn’t changed is because these locals who say that the out-of-towners don’t understand are so mired in their own ways that they are blinded towards real life and not the other way around.

And I’d hazard a guess that it is a culmination of these these ways that are to blame for the downward turn in progress the city has endured since 1960, including the events of August 2005 and after.

What?

Is Varg blaming Katrina on the locals?

Well, I’m blaming it on the backwards political process whose responsibility it was to oversee those levees. And that process starts at the voters and moves on up through Washington. They are ALL to blame. And the longer you lived here and did nothing during the years leading up to Katrina, the more you are to blame for sitting back and lamenting that “things are never going to change” and not doing a enough to protect your homes from Lake Ponchartrain.

And if you by chance spoke to your local politicians, or wrote a letter to the editor of the newspaper, or attended a meeting, or wrote a pamphlet, or did one minuscule thing other than complain to people at bars about the levees, then you are excused from any responsibility.

And in the end, every discussion I have had with one of these ignorant locals (by ignorant I mean to separate them from the many New Orleanians, like my neighbors, who have a clear vision of what is wrong with the city and are outraged by it) always ends with, “you just don’t understand how it is here.” That is always the one conclusion they come down to and it often gets repeated over and over as an all-encompassing argument regardless of what I am saying.

But it’s not hard to understand New Orleans, it’s not so complicated and it certainly doesn’t take more than a year or so of living here for a person of decent intellect to get at least a working knowledge of it. There are details sure, but you figure out the basics pretty quick. Many locals know intricacies so deep that newcomers can never catch up. But when that knowledge translates to apathy, there isn’t any catching up to do.

Here are some random things I have learned about the city in the last three years. Some have to do with race because it seems to be something Bart’s lady-in-question latched onto as a reason for the city’s condition.

– When the government is not corrupt it’s inefficient. Some politicians enter the system with the best intentions but are either driven out by those entrenched in the politics or end up becoming another part of the process and take their electorate with them.

– The city and its population contain many working (and in some cases, non-working) poor. Many of its citizens are on government assistance due to three factors 1.) poor schools 2.) low wages / no opportunities 3.) The ready availability of said assistance.

– Its two main industries (the port and tourism) come from abroad. Music, sugar and spices are three exports. Many of America’s vital resources spend some time here, but are shipped away accordingly.

– Racism exists on both sides of the fence and the integrated nature of workplaces and neighborhoods creates a dynamic that is different (though not necessarily better or worse) than the racism that is prevalent in cities like Los Angeles (home to race riots in 1992 and 1965), Philadelphia (home to race riots in 1964) or Cincinnati (home to race riots in 2001). The racism here is overt and not dealt with. Racism in other cities is covert and not dealt with.

– A lot of blame goes around between the blacks and whites in town and neither side accepts any of it very often.

– The city was built on an influx of immigrants from European countries France, Spain, Germany and Ireland. Slavery and trade routes in the Caribbean also had a profound effect on the city’s culture in the 19th century. In more modern years, Central Americans and Asians have also made significant contributions to the population.

And I didn’t even use Wikipedia.

So when when folks say, “you just don’t understand how it is here” when engaged in a disagreement with someone like Bart, what they really mean is “if you were raised here, you would have accepted that you are helpless to change it.”

And that’s why it hasn’t changed.

No great American city, including this one, became great because of a refusal to accept newcomers and their ideas. But somewhere along the way here in New Orleans, probably in recent decades, some locals chose to disregard the new folks’ opinions. And they did it out of pride more than anything else.

The city is worth defending. I know because I have to do it a lot (often to my father, but other times to total strangers). But the shitty parts of it aren’t worth any sort of defense. Explanation maybe, but not defense.

I think perhaps these locals are so defensive of their buffoonery here because they view it as an indictment of themselves. I myself said as much earlier in this post. I’d try and do something to downplay that sentiment if it wasn’t so damn true.

And then, of course, there are those that are leaving. Yes, those folks who lived here their whole lives and, because of the flood and its aftermath are fed up and moving on. We all know someone. And if you are like me you know quite a few. One’s leaving the city is dependent on their expectation of things to change. As I have heard many of them say, “It’s not going to change.”

“If you get the fuck out perhaps it might,” I think to myself.

Oh, and I hope you are treated nicely by the locals when you arrive in Little Rock, Galveston, Montgomery or whatever nice city you have chosen as your new home.

8 thoughts on “You’re Just Saying That Because You’re From Pensacola”

  1. Marco says:
    July 1, 2007 at 6:28 am

    Tell it, Varg.

  2. Maitri says:
    July 1, 2007 at 12:20 pm

    You know, a lot of my Quarter barfly “friends” say that they moved here to get away from responsibility. Does that say something about them or about New Orleans?

  3. celcus says:
    July 1, 2007 at 12:59 pm

    “Those “from” here fall into two categories, those who are still fighting to fix it, and those who have resigned themselves to the fact that it won’t change. But almost all the people who have moved here from other cities or countries seem to have philosophies similar to the former.”

    And in certain areas I have to say, they are beginning to get the upper hand. Still have a long way to go, but the mud is starting to shift.

  4. Varg says:
    July 1, 2007 at 3:19 pm

    Maitri, I think out-of-towners who move here and choose to live in the Quarter and cite a lack of responsibility as their reasoning aren’t going to be here very long anyway. That transient Quarter / Marigny scene is a whole other beast entirely. Perhaps they are the ones who should have their opinions dismissed, and perhaps they are the ones who I have been mistaken for for so long.

    I had a friend who moved here and stayed in the Quarter back in the late ’90s and cited something similar to “no responsibility” as her motivation. After a year on Madison, she moved Uptown and a year or so later was gone, seeking a return responsibility elsewhere.

    From that perspective, I can’t imagine how it could be too hard to dismiss her opinions. She wasn’t from here, and she wasn’t staying either. She was just passing through. So why not blow her off?

    I just hate it when folks try to get the upper-hand in their arguments and citing nativity as their sole argument.

  5. jeffrey says:
    July 2, 2007 at 9:20 am

    Varg,

    This is an excellent post which displays the depth of thought typical of your writing. I have a slight quibble with it however, which has very little if anything to do with its author’s nativity.

    I think your critique is flawed.. or at least incomplete.. because it ignores the impact of class on the political and economic development (or devolution) of the city of New Orleans during the Twentieth Century.. and particularly over the past fifty years.

    More crucially your complaint against the apathy of the native-born populace is simply the reverse side of the spurious argument that a non-native is somehow unfit to address local politics with any authority. Both arguments spring from the same false assumption.

    In truth the problems here (crime, economic stagnation, failing schools, etc.) are little different from what has befallen the rest of Urban America. There are some cultural peculiarities that exacerbate these problems in certain ways for New Orleans. But, more importantly, these peculiarities provide a seductive but ultimately false excuse for locals and non-locals alike to paint the situation here as so unique that the problems themselves must derive from our differences.. from our culture.

    I think New Orleans is a bit different from most.. but not all.. of the rest of the country in that it is a place where racism and poverty are less easily swept under the rug, so to speak. This is something of a simplification, I realize, but I think we’re more aware of our ugly side than most major cities are.

    This could be a good thing if it were accompanied by a political will to change but unfortunately, as you have noticed, it is instead met with a fatalistic shrug of sorts. I believe this apathy is partially the consequence of the overblown myth of exceptionalism. This convenient but false hypothesis that our unique culture causes our not-so-unique urban poverty, crime and so forth engenders an insecure insularity to which many locals resort to when asked to respond to the equally misguided demands of non-natives to defend themselves.

    The entire conversation,
    “What the hell is wrong with you people down here?”
    “You don’t understand. You’re not from here.”
    is absurd because neither side is honestly addressing the problem.

    New Orleans, like most American cities, has been the victim of a steady erosion of the industrial middle class and a retreat from idea that politics in a democratic society should.. or even can.. be responsive to the material needs of the voters. Instead, as our people have become poorer and our society more fragmented, our politics has become a non-participatory hype and personality-driven circus which most people.. quite rightfully.. regard as irrelevant. Our ruling class has become richer. Our poorer classes have become poorer. And our political class, always rife with corruption and obscenity, is now corrupt and obscene without the benefit of occasionally being responsive to an engaged and motivated constituency.

    This is not a problem unique to New Orleans. We just happen to have a unique method of dismissing it.

  6. MF says:
    July 2, 2007 at 10:06 am

    I think this says it all:

    “So when when folks say, “you just don’t understand how it is here” when engaged in a disagreement with someone like Bart, what they really mean is “if you were raised here, you would have accepted that you are helpless to change it.”
    And that’s why it hasn’t changed…”

    I think we are entitled to our exceptionalism. We are not entitled to use it as an excuse.

  7. oyster says:
    July 2, 2007 at 11:52 am

    Great post, Varg. Thanks for writing it!

  8. Tim says:
    July 2, 2007 at 9:11 pm

    Please send this to The Times-Picayune for publication on the opinion page. The whole city needs to read and understand. We have a major ATTITUDE problem here. We set our expectations so low, we expect failure and we allow it happen. No wonder New Orleans is struggling. And it ain’t the hurricane–this has been going on for years–Katrina just expedited the decline of this once great city.

    We must hang on to hope. We must keep fighting the good fight.

    Thanks for an inspiring blog!

    Peace,

    Tim

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Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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