Part 2: New Orleans Mayor to FIRE Sewage and Water Board Top Reps


Our mayor has to move fast…he was on vacation this past weekend when it flooded..  Can you spell or smell GUILT…?


This seriously makes me wonder how can lil ole me have such a strong love for my city having nothing but pure passion and the strenght that God gives me to assist in making a change here, when there are others in power  sit by and watch New Orleans drown. Its not fair… Do they think about the lives they put at risk to die.


Water as much as it is essential to our livelihood can cause death. We can’t have to little or too much off it. Just as with watering a plant, too much can kill it just as well underwatering it… Any act of nature like a flood, stops everything in its path, everything shuts down and all you can do is wait for it to go down or for help. We learned from Katrina waiting for help can mean death, physical and mental illness, fear, violence, shelter overcrowding and the list goes on…

The soul and the heart of New Orleans will go against the greed of those who not only take advantage of Her, but they don’t care about New Orleans.

I dont know maybe the rich want us to die here for coming back home… Want us to not miss and love our home town. You constantly read and hear natives say ” I know what it means to miss New Orleans.” We really do and our hearts cry for Her to at least be a shell of what New Orleans meant to us.

New Orleans, she is hurting, crying and begging to be restore. She wants to hold her head up and be proud again, to give those who travel to Her to feel her heart and soul. She wants to love and be loved…

Maybe if we would have stayed where they shipped us the city would be repaired correctly so that they can have full run of it, but that’s just it, the Natives, Locals, The People of New Orleans make New Orleans!

As you noticed once again the major areas to flood are in urban poor areas, but this time they messed up and didn’t protect Canal St!! They have to move fast now after the wealthy tourist where wading in trash infested waters with the rest of us. I’m pretty sure hotels had to comp rooms, resturants loss money and the list of tourist money drowned in a preventable flood. That’s their bread and butter. They will not risk any zeros dropping from their bank accounts or stocks plummeting by any means.

The people at the top only see New Orleans as a way to make more money to fatten their already fat wallets. Like duh, the minimum wage is still $7.50 in a million dollar+ city…

I must add that I do not think that Sewage and Water Board Representatives are the only ones responsible for the flooding. There’s a bigger piece missing to this puzzle and once its all put together dont be shocked to hear how our lives are being put in danager by those in position to protect us. What the federal, state and city reps are doing us is no short of someone walking down Bourbon St, attacking, robbing  and murdering innocent lives. The only thing is politician don’t use weapons such as guns and knives, they just use funds allocated to make repairs, assist the people and etc. They sit in the life of luxury, till events such as this…

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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