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About New Orleans

Hello readers. I want to take a minute and give you all my impressions of New Orleans, the city which I’ve called home for the past three years. First, you may be wondering why I came here; after all, I am a Yankee, born and raised in Massachusetts and educated in Connecticut. Well, there were two reasons. The first, which is what compelled me to apply to Tulane Law School, was Hurricane Katrina. When Katrina overtopped the levies and flooded New Orleans, I was a in the Peace Corps in Romania. It was from my vantage point behind the Carpathians that I viewed the utter destruction of an American city on my little 13″ TV. The images were shocking and sad. So I applied to Tulane. Fast forward and I find that not only does Tulane accept me but it offers a generous financial aid package. Deal done. When I returned from abroad, I spent a well-advised year re-adjusting in Lewiston, Maine. While I enjoyed my time in Maine, it simply could not prepare me for the reality that was New Orleans.

NOLA is a complicated city; once a gem of the South, it had been pretty much left to decay since the 1970s. Why? Plenty of reasons, the most important of which is race. While New Orleans was always an outlier in the Deep South, it too suffered from the pervasive racism that was so engrained south of the Mason-Dixon line. While the degree of the segregation here was mitigated by the Creoles and through the unifying culture of music, NOLA was a segregated city. In the parts of town that were, and still are, historically black, you’ll find, curiously enough, large Synagogues. NOLA was always a mercantile city, an important port for the slave trade, cotton trade, and sugar trade. Trade means business, which is what propelled New Orleans forward. Streetcar tracks were laid, swamps were cleared for homes, and the city grew, from the river (the French Quarter) to Carrolton to Lake Ponchatrain. Thanks to its strategic location near the foot of the Mississippi River, New Orleans was a bustling metropolis, with connections to South America and the American interior.

But as I mentioned, New Orleans was largely segregated. While no doubt our modern sensibilities recoil at this fact, it was not particularly scandalous at the time. After the abolition of slavery, strong black communities grew and thrived here. Treme, for those of you who enjoy the HBO show, has always been a historically black neighborhood. Ponchatrain Park and New Orleans East were also havens for an emergent black middle class. While the city remained segregated, it was strong. Good transportation networks linked communities and local businesses thrived in myriad commercial districts. The synagogues I mentioned earlier, in black neighborhoods, show the historic connections between the black and Jewish communities; both were somewhat unwelcome outsiders to the conventional power structure and both grew together.

But America was moving on, and the era of officially-sanctioned racial discrimination was coming to an end. Ruby Bridges, as a young girl, was the first to integrate the segregated New Orleans public schools. Pictures from her historic first day at school show a mob of angry whites protesting her entry into their school; in fact, after she was admitted to the school, almost all of the white families withdrew their children, lest they associate with their colored peers. And like that, the noble goal of integration led to the city’s great decline. White racists decided it best to move out of the city, to the communities outside of urban Orleans Parish to Metarie, Kenner, and across the lake to Mandeville. The white flight devastated the city, depriving it of tax revenue and depopulating its urban core. While New Orleans had been integrated, at least in theory, the effects led to another type of segregation, this one more invidious.

Moon Landrieu served as the mayor of New Orleans from 1970 – 1978. He was a progressive, and seeing the writing on the wall, was a pioneer in desegregating the city government. For the first time, under his administration, prominent blacks were elected and appointed to positions of power within the city government. Moon Landrieu encouraged the kind of desegregation that New Orleans badly needed. While Moon’s work was much appreciated by the majority of the black population of New Orleans, he set the stage for his succession by New Orleans’ first black mayor, Dutch Morial. Dutch served as mayor of New Orleans from the mid-1970s to the mid-1980s. Morial, unlike Landrieu, was a widely disliked figure. Though well aware of the racial injustices that had shaped the city, his self-aggrandising behavior caused great friction within the city and marked New Orleans’ slide away from the limelight. Morial’s commitment to affirmative action dramatically changed the racial composition of New Orleans’ civil service.

The three mayors following Dutch Morial were all black, and all of them continued the affirmative action policies espoused by the first Morial. Here it is crucial to note that all these black mayors received the overwhelming support of New Orleans’ elite, the Uptown crowd. These white Republicans were more than ready to support any “pro-business” mayor and were shrewd enough to realize that the city’s demographics now weighed heavily in favor of its black population. While the white power structure remained a potent force in the city, they were outnumbered by the city’s black citizens. Therefore, the succession of black mayors, culminating in C. Ray Nagin, were all supported not only by the majority of the city’s black population, but also by the city’s white Republican power structure.

Unfortunately, New Orleans went the way of most American cities in the 1970s and 1980s. Declining revenue led to cutbacks on city services and deferred maintenance on some of the city’s jewels, such as public parks and schools. While this was occurring, a new segregation was taking root; whites either left the city, or, if they remained, sent their children to a parallel universe comprised of private schools. That which had been integrated was abandoned, from neighborhood schools to public pools. This wholesale “opt-out” of public/civic life rendered the black administrations unable to maintain the quality of life for its citizens. Schools began to go downhill, playgrounds were not maintained, the roads fell apart, streetlights were not replaced, and the city became very violent.

While much of the blame for this sad situation rightfully rested on the backs of the racist whites who refused to integrate, much of the resulting decay was accelerated by corruption within the black community. Because blacks had been wronged for so long, the black administrations sought to rectify this by turning the tables and creating a majority-black city workforce. While this policy no doubt allowed many qualified individuals to obtain positions that would have once been foreclosed to them, it also encouraged race-based hiring decisions that did not necessarily seek to recruit the most qualified candidates. The result of this dysfunction is epitomized by the creation of certain institutions, such as the Progressive Democrats, a group of black politicians that played on the majority black population’s legitimate fears of racism. Bill Jefferson, known as “Dollar Bill” for his notorious corruption that ended with Federal agents finding wads of money secreted away in his freezer, is perhaps the most egregious offender. Race was used as a factor to award all sorts of city contracts. The result was widespread corruption. Those who suffered the most were, as usual, the most vulnerable; the youth. Corruption within the New Orleans Public Schools was rampant. Corrupt black politicians and contractors managed to rip off fellow blacks while harping on the perils of control by outsiders. This unfortunate situation led the city to be driven not by best practices, but by fear-based race mongering.

During this time, an attitude developed within New Orleans’ black community which sought to protect its own over all, even common sense. Victimization became the norm, and hatred of the white oppressor rose to the forefront. These emotions were not without basis. As mentioned previously, many whites were openly hostile of the black community. Nonetheless, certain black political operators, including the city’s mayors, used this situation for their own advantage. Instead of seeking to unite a city fractured by racial and political turmoil, they counted on their demographic advantage by pandering to their constituents’ worst fears. The result was a city decimated, depopulated and ever more segregated. Nowhere was this more evident than in the New Orleans Public Schools; even today, most of the city’s majority white elite shun the public schools in favor of expensive private schools.

Even more invidious than the physical segregation was the mental segregation. Blacks and whites increasingly saw their needs as divergent. The white minority loyal to NOLA hunkered down in certain neighborhoods while the black population increasingly defined themselves by their solidarity with one another. The result of this cognitive divergence led to a cycle of close-mindedness and self-perptuating stereotypes. The corrupt from both communities exacerbated these tensions, and to this day, New Orleans remains a highly segregated city.

Then came Hurricane Katrina. The results, as we all know too well, were disastrous. Not only was the city vulnerable due to shortcomings in the Army Corps of Engineers’ flood protection, but also its response was hamstrung by the serious structural defects outlined above. Public busses abandoned at the depot sat there and flooded instead of being utilized to evacuate needy citizens. Ray Nagin got on TV and cried, and while we all cried with him at the time, we’d later learn that he himself was largely responsible for the utter ineptitude shown in the wake of the crisis.

Somehow, however, Ray Nagin managed to be a hero. He was re-elected in 2006 and tasked with the mandate of rebuilding the city. However, he was not up to the task. As a recent report issued by a disinterested consultant concluded; New Orleans under the tenure of Ray Nagin was the most corrupt and mismanaged city in the United States. When I arrived in New Orleans in the summer of 2008, three years after Katrina, the city looked like it had been hit just a month or a year ago. Neighborhoods were destroyed; homes lay wrecked; the streets were a mess. Yet everywhere there were signs promising recovery. At shuttered libraries and damaged schools, signs from the private contractor MWH declared “Recovery In Progress.” But there was no progress. For those first two years, the signs declaring progress was all the progress one could see. As has now been revealed by the consultants’ report, this progress was stymied by the blatant corruption and sheer ineptitude of not only the Nagin administration but also a vindictive contra-power structure that emphasized the color of one’s skin over the quality of one’s character.

So a great opportunity to rebuild a once-great city was squandered. Most of New Orleans’ poorer neighborhoods remain devastated to this day. Blighted properties abound and sub-standard schools limp forward, with the hope that charter school management will salvage generations of ignorance, illiteracy and race-hatred. Public services are non-existant, the police force is out of control, and the urban decay continues.

Yet I’d like to conclude this post on a positive note. In 2010, Mitch Landrieu was elected mayor of New Orleans. His election was both shocking and familiar. It was shocking because Mitch is the first white mayor of New Orleans since his father held that position in the 1970s. It is also familiar because his election, like that of Marc Morial in 1994, showcases how loyal NOLA is to its native sons. Mitch, however, won fair and square, amidst a sea of well qualified black opponents. Since his election, those big signs trumpeting “Recovery in Progress” have been taken down. In their place you will see work crews out working, on the city’s public libraries, schools and streets. Mitch has also embraced the nascent people-power movement that is finally finding its way down here by organizing community meetings and “fight the blight” campaigns. Mayor Landrieu has endorsed the findings of both the consultant hired to evaluate City Hall and the the Department of Justice’s report on the New Orleans Police Department. Both of these reports are stark; utter incompetence at City Hall, which culminated under the administration of C. Ray Nagin, and blatant violations of the US Constitution by the NOPD. Now that these reports have been released, Mayor Landrieu can begin to take the drastic action that must be taken to re-orient this city.

This re-orientation will not be easy. As I’ve mentioned, the racial tensions here are like none I’ve ever before seen. Attitudes, on both sides of the divide, will need to be changed. Ineffective managers and workers will need to be let go. Respect for the rule of law, both by the police and citizens, must be inculcated. In short, inertia must be overcome.

This task will not be easy, but for the first time in a long time, New Orleans has been forced to look at itself for what it really is. A fun, artistic place graced by musical fancy; yes. But now too a lawless and segregated place with major attitude problems. And no, the two are not co-dependent. Indeed, NOLA may yet shine with a police force committed to the rule of law, an education system committed to excellence, and a city government committed to innovation. New Orleanians have been given one last chance; having overcome Mother Nature, it is now themselves that they must confront.

Citi’s Moral Hazard

The Special Inspector General of the TARP has just released a report on the government’s role in saving Citigroup from failure. You can read the report here (PDF). If you are short on time, just skip down to the “Conclusions” section on p.47. While it appears that the govt. has profited by the bailout, the TARP legacy has left “too big to fail” intact. The following excerpt examines the danger still latent in the system:

When the Government assured the world in 2008 that it would use TARP to prevent the failure of any major financial institution, and then demonstrated its resolve by standing behind Citigroup, it did more than reassure troubled markets – it encouraged high-risk behavior by insulating the risk takers from the consequences of failure. Unless and until institutions like Citigroup are either broken up so that they are no longer a threat to the financial system, or a structure is put in place to assure that they will be left to suffer the full consequences of their own folly, the prospect of more bailouts will potentially fuel more bad behavior with potentially disastrous results.

Notwithstanding the passage of the Dodd-Frank Act, which does give FDIC new resolution authority for financial companies deemed systemically significant, the market still gives the largest financial institutions an advantage over their smaller counterparts. They are able to raise funds more cheaply, and enjoy enhanced credit ratings based on the assumption that the Government remains as a backstop. Specifically, creditors who believe that the Government will not allow such institutions to fail may under price their extensions of credit, giving those institutions access to capital at a price that does not fully account for the risk created by their behavior. Cheaper credit is effectively a subsidy, which translates into greater profits, giving the largest financial institutions an unearned advantage over their smaller competitors. And because of the prospect of another Government bailout, executives at such institutions might be motivated to take greater risks than they otherwise would, shooting for a big payoff but with reason to hope that if things went wrong they might still be able to keep their jobs.

I think that Citi’s moral hazard = America’s moral hazard. More thoughts on our current state of affairs soon.

Fools and Flags

Our media is so pervasive that sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go without it entirely. Even in remote Uzbekistan, I had shortwave radio and satellite TV. I am particularly interested in reading James Howard Kuntsler’s second book in the “World Made By Hand” series titled The Witch of Hebron.

I long for both the here and the distant, bats swooping across the gloriously moonlit hills. I worry that I am too entertained by TV, albeit of my own choosing at my time. I wonder what I could realistically grow to survive.

Don’t worry folks, not going off the deep end here, but certainly treading some intense waters. I think that we all are, but we haven’t yet admitted it collectively. My cause for optimism is that perhaps we’ll rebuild in a more equitable and sustainable manner. My only fear is that it will be so piecemeal, so segmented, individualized, customized, and misincentivized, that the “a-ha” moment will come far too late.

Modern day McCarthyism must not be tolerated in a free, open and democratic society, which we claim to be. I’m hardly throwing in the towel, but if we don’t get this seriously right, it’s gonna go way wrong.

A re-valuation of good will and enchanted spirit would go a long way.

In other news: Pepper is well. That is all.

Do somethin’ crazy!

I had a good conversation with a friend before he left recently for a summer internship in Africa. The theme of our discussion was the need for some fundamental changes in our culture.

I’ve also had this dream twice in the last few days. I am on a charter bus coming from northern Vermont heading to Boston. The landscape begins with a drive down a typcial New England town’s Main Street, with shops and apartments on either side of the bus. As we exit the town the terrain becomes more hilly, and soon the bus is climbing a large hill. As busses are wont to do, it slows and the engine is working hard. Though the hill is steep, there is never a feeling of danger, like we aren’t going to make it. The first time the bus was at this hill it was daytime, the second time, it was night as a full moon hovered in the primal and mountainous distance. On the right side of the road, the hill sloped down revealing a college campus. On the upward incline one could see the academic buildings, a recreation center and a chapel. Before the bus reached the apex, it had to make a sharp left turn. Then as we began to glide down, the buildings clearly became dorms, each with a small balcony and double rocker swing. During this whole trip, there is a feeling of great calm and wonder among those of us on the bus. The college is a magical place to which we would all like to return.

Until my membership expired a few days ago, I’d been a regular at the Reily student recreation center here at Tulane. Though certainly not a facility to rave about (as is the case with pretty much everything at Tulane,) it had a fairly nice weight room in which I had become a regular. The music in the weight room, which I presume came from a cable music channel, was usually of the pop culture variety and was the same feed that was piped throughout the building. Though I was there to work out, I enjoyed the fact that there was music; indeed, the right music can really enhance a workout.

However, the music started getting a little stupid. The first song that raised my hackles was 3oh!3’s “Don’t Trust Me”. In this song, the protagonist talks about his feelings for women. The song’s most notable refrain reads:

shush girl,
shut your lips,
do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.

The next annoying song was “Take Me On The Floor” by The Veronicas. The female vocalist, who appears to be in a heat of passion, sings:

I want to kiss a girl
I want to kiss a girl
I want to kiss a boy
I wanna…

Take me on the floor
I can’t take it any more
I want you I want you I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor

The third, and most annoying is a more recent entry to the vapid lineup, Asher Roth’s “I Love College”. In a celebratory style, he recounts a great party he attended the previous night and his plans to repeat the debauchery again the next day. First the refrain:

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Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Freshmen! Freshmen!
Freshmen! Freshmen!

Do something’ crazy! Do somethin’ crazy!
Do something’ crazy! Do somethin’ crazy!
Keg stand! Keg stand!
Keg stand! Keg stand!

I mentioned my college on a Vermont hill dream because I think it has something to do with my frustration over the idiotic nature of American pop-culture, as demonstrated by the above popular songs. What’s really irked me was the fact that as these moronic lyrics were blaring away in the weight room, nobody really seemed to mind or be paying attention anyway. This, I think, is our problem. What now passes for popular entertainment is crude, base, and ignorant (none of these songs even remotely classify as satire). These songs glorify quick cheap sex, gimmicky sexuality, misogyny and seriously misplaced priorities.

As we look around and see our once giant corporations declaring bankruptcy, a woefully poorly educated student body, and the ongoing degradation of our infrastructure and environment, perhaps we should, as our former chief executive was so fond of saying, attempt to connect the dots. Maybe kids growing up listening to the “I Love College” song will get the wrong idea about what it means to go to college. Maybe kids listening to “Don’t Trust Me” will feel somewhat less inclined to behave respectfully towards women.

Like I said before, music has a powerful impact on us. When I was in high school, my swim team coach would put on a meditation tape (with ELO’s Fire on High in the background) to get us mentally prepared for a coming meet. When I sought to teach my students about the 1960’s counterculture, I used a lot of music, and they listened. It’s a fact that we take in things that we see and hear; with televisions and music constantly blaring everywhere these days, we are inundated with messaging. Most of this messaging comes from corporate channels, such as cable television, advertisements and popular music.

This music, even if we don’t actively seek it out, seeps into our collective psyche like a poison slowly growing in potency from repeat exposure. Radioactivity is inevitable. It’s hard to know where this will lead, but I think we are seeing its effects already: selfishness, insecurity, decreased civility, increased violence. In short, we have been collectively dumbing ourselves down and teaching ourselves not to pay attention.

Looking back at my dream, though, I think that it is hopeful. After all, the bus made it up the hill both times and the college was still there. While sometimes I get depressed about our cultural waywardness, I still hope that we might once again be able to aspire to greater things. My current vision of the cool beckoning stone of the college on a hill reminds me that the great promise of mankind is still out there, even if illuminated only by our dreams.