Po
Boy Views
By
Phil
LaMancusa
Goodtime
Charlie’s Blues
Or
Let’s
Eat Grandma
Blow wind blow. As you well know, New Orleans has recently
gotten in waves of American immigrants.
More expensive places in this country are sending disheartened, disillusioned
and disenchanted ex-pats here, effectually making New Orleans now the seventh
least affordable place in the country for renters. Bam! People that are poor in
other places can live comfortably here, displacing those poor here that, now,
can no longer afford to live here and have to move on to places where they, in
turn, can afford to live.
The
new refugees hail from New York, San Francisco, Boston, Chicago and even places
like Portland and Seattle (where they claim to have been Cali-fornicated to
suffocation), and other high toned towns. These places are losing good people due
to inflated costs of living, and in the process, it’s causing our costs to
become inflated as well--like a doll at a bachelor party… with the same
prospects. But that’s not the point
of this missive; the point of this missive is not that we’re becoming gentrified because we’re not becoming gentrified, we’re being
priced out. We got trouble, right here in River City.
Think
about it. What we have here is a finite number of domicidal opportunities and
logic tells us that when one person moves in, it’s because another has moved (or
been moved) out.
Allison and her neighbor had small studio apartments when
their landlord evicted them to create short term rentals, they’re in Metairie
now. Patricia lost her lease after thirty
three years and now has moved to Arkansas. Jen with hubby and baby in tow
are off to Ashville (her parents will follow), Kassidy and hubby are also
invading North Carolina. Both Laura (around the corner) and Jacob (next door)
have gone north for their residencies. Melanie and boyfriend are moving to California
of all places! Every day I hear more people I know-- that have made up the
fabric of what it means to be New Orleans— bidding me adieu. Businesses that
I’ve relied upon are closing, resources and services cut off, buckling under
economic disparities between the movers and shakers that move in and those that
are simply re-moved; but that’s not
the point of this missive.
The question
(point) is that: considering the ‘New Orleanian’s Diaspora’—(defined as: “the dispersion of a people, language or
culture that was formerly concentrated in one place”)—are Ex-New Orleanians
not creating the same dispersal elsewhere?
Charlotte? Georgetown? Louisville? Galveston? “Danger, Danger, Will Robinson!”:
Austin has already fallen; I even hear that our folks are moving
to Cincinnati!
I’m
fortunate to have a ‘hidden gem’ of a shop in New Orleans, where I get to meet
and greet people from all over the country (and the world at large); the
stories are the same: it’s happening everywhere. Who are these people, having
started this wave, that are leaving my friends left to wash up on other shores?
By and large they’re classified as “Techies”, those folks that work from home
on their computers and make living enough to pay and play here without adding
much to the culture. Spectators. One of my ex-neighbors explained it thus: “they movin’ us poor folks out so much that
pretty soon they gonna have to bus us in for second lines!”
E.
g. usta be, creative French Quarter chefs had to move into affordable
neighborhoods to build their restaurants and reputations, now, they have to
move to (affordable) Arabi? The question is--- what happens to Arabi-ans when
they are overrun with Orleanians? Gentrification or dispersal?
And
once we’ve all left, when we abandon our (no longer) reasonably rented
apartments, when we’ve sold our houses for a profit, when our job has been
outsourced to Houston, where are we going to go? All the good places have been
taken and taken up; Christ on a crutch, we’d have to go somewhere that has
winter! Leave the country? That’s an option; however, we’ve already moved natives
out of San Miguel, Placencia, Yelapa, Venice, Panama and Chiang Mai; there must be somewhere else! No,
nononononono! There is no place like New
Orleans; or is that: there’s no place
like the New Orleans that was, the one in our memory that we came back to and
stayed for?
I
have long time New Orleans friends, you know, the ones who like to play the
‘ain’t dere no more’ game and a few of them opine: “wait until after the next
hurricane, the next evacuation, then we’ll see!” See what? Oh, I know… all the
bad guys will leave with their tails between their legs and all the good people
will flock back like birds coming home to roost; giving Newark, Nyack, Norfolk
and Newport News back to their displaced; give New Mexico back to the Navahos!
New Orleans will return to the glory of yesteryear and we’ll all have kickass
jobs, killer digs, meet ‘the one’ and live happy as crawfish in a muddy pond. Not
likely. We created this monster as well as the myth that there ever was glory
in our yesteryear; the thing that we cherish in our memories is fact: we were happier before. The thing that we
fail to wrap our heads around is that it will never be ‘before’ again…ever. The
folks that we point fingers at, telling ourselves that they are the cause of our New Orleans Blues came for the same reason
we did, and now they, in fact, do live here at the cost of what we selfishly considered
our way of life: dysfunctional and licentious
but affordable. See?
One
theory has it that humans are like a rash upon the planet, another is: “we have
met the enemy and he is us”.