History, people, fables and critical essays on the 24/7 life of the French Quarter. “The great music of the city is…when you say good morning and good evening.” (Mr. Jerome Smith)
Leigh Anne Tuohy, Racism, and the White Saviour Complex
I think of how freely I was allowed to move about as a white teenager in New Orleans, and how different the situation is for African American kids. I smoked, was grungy, and then like now, had a problem with making eye contact yet I used to play basketball at the little red schoolhouse after dark without anyone saying anything; can you imagine what would have happened if I was not white?