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He Gots To Go!

Posted on July 11, 2007 by Varg

As soon as I heard Eddie Jordan’s office was dismissing the case against accused quintuple murderer Michael Anderson, I knew I was going to be writing an angry diatribe about the sorry state of criminal justice affairs in New Orleans. As I pieced together the rant in my head throughout the day, it was unclear who to blame most.

Should I accuse the police for not collecting enough evidence and presenting it to prosecutors? Should I rail against another witness who refused to cooperate? Or should I lambaste the DA’s office for bungling the damn thing and not following through?

I decided to blame everybody. The whole damn system. Let them all feel the cyber outrage. It would be a long post but they all would deserve it.

Then I fired up the old Web browser and couldn’t believe what I read. The NOPD located the witness? In less than 24-hours no less? And not only is she willing to testify but she is going to be at a press conference at 2:30?

Well, that only leaves one person to blame doesn’t it?

But before that happens, I’d like to commend the NOPD for showing the leadership and fortitude to step forward and do what the District Attorney’s office, with the help of U.S. Attorney Jim Letten, couldn’t do.

Thanks NOPD. Seriously.

Now…

It’s the biggest mass murder in New Orleans in 10 years. It was all over the national news. One would think, for fucking APPEARANCES at the very least, the DA’s office might be able to concentrate their efforts and convict this one dude. Or fuck that. Just TRY him. Just bring the fucking case to trial.

Some quotes include:

This pattern from the District Attorney’s Office is unacceptable and must improve immediately or I will ask the Attorney General to conduct a full investigation into this office.

Improve immediatly? Fuck that! Investigate now! I’m pro investigation!

From the WWL article…

On Tuesday, Jordan’s office stressed that charges could still be brought against Anderson in the multiple murders and that the investigation was continuing.

COULD be? How about WILL be?

Who at the DA’s office even has trial skills I wonder?

But that’s how incompetent the office, with Jordan as its figurehead, is. My neighbor across the street has a fantasy about walking up to Jordan and punching him in the face because he knew he’d never get convicted for it.

Imagine this. A good cop walks the streets of the city. He is called to a murder. Makes an arrest. Six months later, he arrests the same guy for possession. The six months later, he arrests the same guy for murder again. How can the police department stay motivated to catch criminals when they know the DA is going to refuse the case or otherwise dismiss the damn thing? No one wants to spin their wheels at work. When the work is keeping the community safe, it must be madness.

Jordan has to go. He has to. He should be at the top of everyone’s list as the most incompetent public servant we have. Beyond Nagin’s gubernatorial aspirations, beyond Stacy Head’s real estate, beyond Vitter’s penis, beyond geologists in Hartford, this guy has to be everyone’s number one priority.

We should march, sit, post flyers, write pamphlets, hire a skywriter, holler through a bullhorn, blog, run through the city naked, do whatever we can to get rid of this motherfucker.

Get the preachers, the fat cats, the painters, the trumpet blowers, the section 8 landlords, the single moms, the taco truck drivers, the beignet makers, the Corps, the sous chefs, the goths, the bartenders, the Hondurans, the Vietnamese, the float makers, the trailer dwellers, the educators, the gutter punks, the tattoo artists, the craft mafia, the oil men, the dock workers, the garbage men, the hospitality workers, the college students, the gays and lesbians, the doctors and nurses, Brad and Angelina; get every swinging dick and tit in this city together and let’s force this motherfucker out for fuck’s sake.

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Edit: Maitri was awesome enough to post e-mail addys of our local politicians for everyone to write to. You can just copy and paste this into the body of the e-mail:

“As a citizen of New Orleans, I am pleading with you to join the chorus of citizens who are demanding the resignation of District Attorney Eddie Jordan.”

5 thoughts on “He Gots To Go!”

  1. Charlotte says:
    July 11, 2007 at 7:45 pm

    I totally agree that this should be the #1 priority for all New Orleanians….for the safety of all New Orleanians. But beyond and including EJ, I think the whole damn DA office should be purged.

    On another subject, did you see the flood maps that came out today for the WB?

  2. Varg says:
    July 11, 2007 at 8:01 pm

    Yes, scary stuff even though the Pernt would be spared. The Pernt would be spared in even in many of Al Gore’s scenarios.

    But that’s tomorrow’s post!

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  5. LatinTeacher says:
    July 15, 2007 at 7:05 pm

    You are the man. Eddie Jordan is making every single person who lives in New Orleans a victim. This is an absolute outrage. At this point, I view him as one of the people who hates New Orleans and South Louisiana.

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

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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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