NOLA Wear Orange-We Can End Gun Violence

It’s around that time of year to put your orange on to march alongside the Moms Demand Action Nola-NOLA Wear Orange for gun violence awareness and in honor of the lives lost to gun violence. Over the years I marched, well in New Orleans we Secondline down the streets, but my footwerk is in remembrance of my GodBrother & Cousin Melvin Paul Jr and my Cousin Brandon Roberts, both murder victims whose cases remain unsolved.

Last year’s match was the most tremendous turn out within the organization across the states, and I’m proud to have been a part of the cause. This year I’m anticipating a more significant turn out due to the overall decrease in gun violence in New Orleans.

Too many lives have been lost to gun violence. And I’m sad to report that it seems like we all have lost loved one to murder here in New Orleans and throughout the United States.

We should not know the feeling of loss due to violence, and nowadays, most of us can relate… I remember when I was younger, when saying or hearing the word murder was treated like a bad word, now kids are familiar with dodging bullets and pulling down yellow tape by the playground. If only conflict resolution could go back to the pointing of the middle finger or putting up your dukes as thru would say. But a fight these days often ends with the loser retaliating with gunfire from an unknown location…

I honestly think if we educate the children on the effects of guns, we could change how they respond when anger hits. Plus, violence is glamorized not ever showing the life long grief that families carry with them forever.

Too many children pick up guns, point them at another child and pull the trigger unaware of the deadly bullets that await in the chamber. They do this because they see it on TV, in videos and social media, and the results are blurred out, leaving the child numb to the consequences. We have to educate our babies to save their lives. Guns kill, its that simple, but we to figure out a way to personalize the side effects of firearms.

Life is for living, and we all come into the world to die, but we weren’t birth just to be murdered. It’s a man-made problem, and we can stop it.

Please support Mom’s Demand Action Nola and Nola Wear Orange if the most you can do is wear an orange ribbon that day! There are more ways to spread awareness than attending.  I will add the link to their website for more information on events in the city.

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Wear Orange is June 7th! The 5th National Gun Violence Awareness Day is when we honor the people shot and killed or wounded by gun violence, and survivors of gun violence. We honor them and renew our commitment to ending gun violence in America by taking action and taking part in Wear Orange. And for the entire weekend (June 7-9), we’re gathering at marches, picnics, basketball tournaments, and so much more to raise awareness for gun violence prevention. Will you join us?

This is going to be the largest #WearOrange ever, so make sure to find a Wear Orange weekend event near you and sign up to attend!

Saturday, June 8, 2:00 PM

Where: TBD

Moms Demand Action, along with community partners, is hosting Wear Orange! Please join us in honoring our community and its efforts to end gun violence. Everyone is welcome for a family-friendly afternoon with food, music and more.


Find a Wear Orange event in your area

In 2013, 15 year old Hadiya Pendleton was shot and killed in Chicago. After her death, her friends wore orange to raise awareness about gun violence in their community. Then, Hadiya’s friends asked all of us to Wear Orange to honor Hadiya and the hundreds of Americans killed and wounded by gun violence every day. Hadiya’s friends and the long, proud history of the color orange carried on by advocates in the gun violence prevention movement in New York have inspired Wear Orange — which now includes a broad coalition of nonprofits, cultural influencers, and elected officials working to reduce gun violence in America.

This year we honor Hadiya and so many more Americans shot and killed or wounded by gun violence by participating in Wear Orange — by wearing orange and sharing #WearOrange online on June 7th and joining one of our hundreds of community events from June 7th-June 9th! And you can even create your own event if you can’t find one in your area!

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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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