Resonating Powerful Words, Not My Own

Powerful Words, Not My Own

I once found myself stating “Words are the dumbest thing to die from, no one should die from words.” 

Dear readers,

I started this blog out of the realization that there is therapy in writing.  Distilling thought and emotion down to text forces ones brain to slow down, and there is catharsis in that.  I write because I enjoy it, because I want to capture a moment; the bell “dinging” between my ears telling me its time. I write because I hope it benefits someone, anyone, who may share my thoughts or enjoy the story. I write because I’m inexplicably drawn to it. I write because some stories need to be told.

Today I know my unfortunate quote only tells part of the story.  Words can be powerful, seducing, mesmerizing.  Words when issued together, can capture souls, not with their initial gravity but with the weight and power of the emotion pulled from our deep inner selves.  Words do not create an emotion, they remind us of our own; and in the right order, under the right atmosphere, have the power to motivate the masses.   With words, Nations have been created, wars have been started, love eternalized.

People have not died for words alone, but rather the ideas, emotion and connection those words bring when allowed to foment in the mind, and there are certainly ideas worth dying for. Words in this case are powerful.  I encourage you all to ponder what you say, and carefully digest what you hear.  Our social media and traditional media allow us to broadcast and consume words faster today than ever before, and I’m afraid we as a species do not fully understand the consequences.  A few words, in the wrong order, at the wrong time, in the wrong tone, can wreak havoc on the lives of those around us. Think before you speak. 

Today I came across an accounting of the Mayor of New Orleans, Mitch Landrieu’s, speech given on May 19, 2017, and I was moved to share.  His words exemplify the power of speech, and regardless of which side of the issue you stand; you can feel his intent, his need to connect to the people, an attempt to heal old wounds.  His speech, this text, is powerfully eloquent and resonates, and I think our country could use some resonating right now.   In my opinion it is a speech for the records of time, a gift, something to aspire to. Please do read on.

Copied from the Times – Picayune http://www.nola.com/politics/index.ssf/2017/05/mayor_landrieu_speech_confeder.html

Thank you for coming.

The soul of our beloved City is deeply rooted in a history that has evolved over thousands of years; rooted in a diverse people who have been here together every step of the way - for both good and for ill. It is a history that holds in its heart the stories of Native Americans - the Choctaw , Houma Nation, the Chitimacha . Of Hernando de Soto , Robert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle , the Acadians, the Islenos, the enslaved people from Senegambia, Free People of Colorix, the Haitians, the Germans, both the empires of France and Spain. The Italians, the Irish, the Cubans, the south and central Americans, the Vietnamese and so many more.

You see - New Orleans is truly a city of many nations, a melting pot, a bubbling cauldron of many cultures. There is no other place quite like it in the world that so eloquently exemplifies the uniquely American motto: e pluribus unum - out of many we are one. But there are also other truths about our city that we must confront. New Orleans was America's largest slave market: a port where hundreds of thousands of souls were bought, sold and shipped up the Mississippi River to lives of forced labor of misery of rape, of torture. America was the place where nearly 4000 of our fellow citizens were lynched, 540 alone in Louisiana; where the courts enshrined 'separate but equal'; where Freedom riders coming to New Orleans were beaten to a bloody pulp. So when people say to me that the monuments in question are history, well what I just described is real history as well, and it is the searing truth.

And it immediately begs the questions; why there are no slave ship monuments, no prominent markers on public land to remember the lynchings or the slave blocks; nothing to remember this long chapter of our lives; the pain, the sacrifice, the shame... all of it happening on the soil of New Orleans. So for those self-appointed defenders of history and the monuments, they are eerily silent on what amounts to this historical malfeasance, a lie by omission. There is a difference between remembrance of history and reverence of it.

For America and New Orleans, it has been a long, winding road, marked by great tragedy and great triumph. But we cannot be afraid of our truth. As President George W. Bush said at the dedication ceremony for the National Museum of African American History & Culture, "A great nation does not hide its history. It faces its flaws and corrects them." So today I want to speak about why we chose to remove these four monuments to the Lost Cause of the Confederacy, but also how and why this process can move us towards healing and understanding of each other. So, let's start with the facts.

The historic record is clear, the Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis, and P.G.T. Beauregard statues were not erected just to honor these men, but as part of the movement which became known as The Cult of the Lost Cause. This 'cult' had one goal - through monuments and through other means - to rewrite history to hide the truth, which is that the Confederacy was on the wrong side of humanity. First erected over 166 years after the founding of our city and 19 years after the end of the Civil War, the monuments that we took down were meant to rebrand the history of our city and the ideals of a defeated Confederacy. It is self-evident that these men did not fight for the United States of America, They fought against it. They may have been warriors, but in this cause they were not patriots. These statues are not just stone and metal. They are not just innocent remembrances of a benign history. These monuments purposefully celebrate a fictional, sanitized Confederacy; ignoring the death, ignoring the enslavement, and the terror that it actually stood for.

After the Civil War, these statues were a part of that terrorism as much as a burning cross on someone's lawn; they were erected purposefully to send a strong message to all who walked in their shadows about who was still in charge in this city. Should you have further doubt about the true goals of the Confederacy, in the very weeks before the war broke out, the Vice President of the Confederacy, Alexander Stephens, made it clear that the Confederate cause was about maintaining slavery and white supremacy. He said in his now famous 'corner-stone speech' that the Confederacy's "cornerstone rests upon the great truth, that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery -- subordination to the superior race -- is his natural and normal condition. This, our new government, is the first, in the history of the world, based upon this great physical, philosophical, and moral truth."

Now, with these shocking words still ringing in your ears... I want to try to gently peel from your hands the grip on a false narrative of our history that I think weakens us. And make straight a wrong turn we made many years ago -- we can more closely connect with integrity to the founding principles of our nation and forge a clearer and straighter path toward a better city and a more perfect union.

Last year, President Barack Obama echoed these sentiments about the need to contextualize and remember all our history. He recalled a piece of stone, a slave auction block engraved with a marker commemorating a single moment in 1830 when Andrew Jackson and Henry Clay stood and spoke from it. President Obama said, "Consider what this artifact tells us about history... on a stone where day after day for years, men and women... bound and bought and sold and bid like cattle on a stone worn down by the tragedy of over a thousand bare feet. For a long time the only thing we considered important, the singular thing we once chose to commemorate as history with a plaque were the unmemorable speeches of two powerful men."

A piece of stone - one stone. Both stories were history. One story told. One story forgotten or maybe even purposefully ignored. As clear as it is for me today... for a long time, even though I grew up in one of New Orleans' most diverse neighborhoods, even with my family's long proud history of fighting for civil rights... I must have passed by those monuments a million times without giving them a second thought. So I am not judging anybody, I am not judging people. We all take our own journey on race.

I just hope people listen like I did when my dear friend Wynton Marsalis helped me see the truth. He asked me to think about all the people who have left New Orleans because of our exclusionary attitudes. Another friend asked me to consider these four monuments from the perspective of an African American mother or father trying to explain to their fifth grade daughter who Robert E. Lee is and why he stands atop of our beautiful city. Can you do it? Can you look into that young girl's eyes and convince her that Robert E. Lee is there to encourage her? Do you think she will feel inspired and hopeful by that story? Do these monuments help her see a future with limitless potential? Have you ever thought that if her potential is limited, yours and mine are too? We all know the answer to these very simple questions. When you look into this child's eyes is the moment when the searing truth comes into focus for us. This is the moment when we know what is right and what we must do. We can't walk away from this truth.

And I knew that taking down the monuments was going to be tough, but you elected me to do the right thing, not the easy thing and this is what that looks like. So relocating these Confederate monuments is not about taking something away from someone else. This is not about politics, this is not about blame or retaliation. This is not a naive quest to solve all our problems at once.

This is however about showing the whole world that we as a city and as a people are able to acknowledge, understand, reconcile and most importantly, choose a better future for ourselves making straight what has been crooked and making right what was wrong. Otherwise, we will continue to pay a price with discord, with division and yes with violence.

To literally put the Confederacy on a pedestal in our most prominent places of honor is an inaccurate recitation of our full past. It is an affront to our present, and it is a bad prescription for our future. History cannot be changed.  It cannot be moved like a statue. What is done is done. The Civil War is over, and the Confederacy lost and we are better for it. Surely we are far enough removed from this dark time to acknowledge that the cause of the Confederacy was wrong.

And in the second decade of the 21st century, asking African Americans - or anyone else - to drive by property that they own; occupied by reverential statues of men who fought to destroy the country and deny that person's humanity seems perverse and absurd. Centuries old wounds are still raw because they never healed right in the first place. Here is the essential truth. We are better together than we are apart.

Indivisibility is our essence. Isn't this the gift that the people of New Orleans have given to the world? We radiate beauty and grace in our food, in our music, in our architecture, in our joy of life, in our celebration of death; in everything that we do. We gave the world this funky thing called jazz, the most uniquely American art form that is developed across the ages from different cultures. Think about second lines, think about Mardi Gras, think about muffaletta, think about the Saints, gumbo, red beans and rice. By God, just think.

All we hold dear is created by throwing everything in the pot; creating, producing something better; everything a product of our historic diversity. We are proof that out of many we are one - and better for it! Out of many we are one - and we really do love it! And yet, we still seem to find so many excuses for not doing the right thing. Again, remember President Bush's words, "A great nation does not hide its history. It faces its flaws and corrects them."

We forget, we deny how much we really depend on each other, how much we need each other. We justify our silence and inaction by manufacturing noble causes that marinate in historical denial. We still find a way to say 'wait'/not so fast, but like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said, "wait has almost always meant never." We can't wait any longer. We need to change. And we need to change now.

No more waiting. This is not just about statues, this is about our attitudes and behavior as well. If we take these statues down and don't change to become a more open and inclusive society this would have all been in vain. While some have driven by these monuments every day and either revered their beauty or failed to see them at all, many of our neighbors and fellow Americans see them very clearly. Many are painfully aware of the long shadows their presence casts; not only literally but figuratively. And they clearly receive the message that the Confederacy and the cult of the lost cause intended to deliver.

Earlier this week, as the cult of the lost cause statue of P.G.T Beauregard came down, world renowned musician Terence Blanchard stood watch, his wife Robin and their two beautiful daughters at their side. Terence went to a high school on the edge of City Park named after one of America's greatest heroes and patriots, John F. Kennedy. But to get there he had to pass by this monument to a man who fought to deny him his humanity.

He said, "I've never looked at them as a source of pride... it's always made me feel as if they were put there by people who don't respect us. This is something I never thought I'd see in my lifetime. It's a sign that the world is changing." Yes, Terence, it is and it is long overdue. Now is the time to send a new message to the next generation of New Orleanians who can follow in Terence and Robin's remarkable footsteps.

A message about the future, about the next 300 years and beyond; let us not miss this opportunity New Orleans and let us help the rest of the country do the same. Because now is the time for choosing. Now is the time to actually make this the City we always should have been, had we gotten it right in the first place.

We should stop for a moment and ask ourselves - at this point in our history - after Katrina, after Rita, after Ike, after Gustav, after the national recession, after the BP oil catastrophe and after the tornado - if presented with the opportunity to build monuments that told our story or to curate these particular spaces... would these monuments be what we want the world to see? Is this really our story?

We have not erased history; we are becoming part of the city's history by righting the wrong image these monuments represent and crafting a better, more complete future for all our children and for future generations. And unlike when these Confederate monuments were first erected as symbols of white supremacy, we now have a chance to create not only new symbols, but to do it together, as one people. In our blessed land we all come to the table of democracy as equals. We have to reaffirm our commitment to a future where each citizen is guaranteed the uniquely American gifts of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

That is what really makes America great and today it is more important than ever to hold fast to these values and together say a self-evident truth that out of many we are one. That is why today we reclaim these spaces for the United States of America. Because we are one nation, not two; indivisible with liberty and justice for all... not some. We all are part of one nation, all pledging allegiance to one flag, the flag of the United States of America. And New Orleanians are in... all of the way. It is in this union and in this truth that real patriotism is rooted and flourishes. Instead of revering a 4-year brief historical aberration that was called the Confederacy we can celebrate all 300 years of our rich, diverse history as a place named New Orleans and set the tone for the next 300 years.

After decades of public debate, of anger, of anxiety, of anticipation, of humiliation and of frustration. After public hearings and approvals from three separate community led commissions . After two robust public hearings and a 6-1 vote by the duly elected New Orleans City Council. After review by 13 different federal and state judges . The full weight of the legislative, executive and judicial branches of government has been brought to bear and the monuments in accordance with the law have been removed. So now is the time to come together and heal and focus on our larger task. Not only building new symbols, but making this city a beautiful manifestation of what is possible and what we as a people can become.

Let us remember what the once exiled, imprisoned and now universally loved Nelson Mandela and what he said after the fall of apartheid. "If the pain has often been unbearable and the revelations shocking to all of us, it is because they indeed bring us the beginnings of a common understanding of what happened and a steady restoration of the nation's humanity." So before we part let us again state the truth clearly.

The Confederacy was on the wrong side of history and humanity. It sought to tear apart our nation and subjugate our fellow Americans to slavery. This is the history we should never forget and one that we should never again put on a pedestal to be revered. As a community, we must recognize the significance of removing New Orleans' Confederate monuments. It is our acknowledgment that now is the time to take stock of, and then move past, a painful part of our history.

Anything less would render generations of courageous struggle and soul-searching a truly lost cause. Anything less would fall short of the immortal words of our greatest President Abraham Lincoln, who with an open heart and clarity of purpose calls on us today to unite as one people when he said: "With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds...to do all which may achieve and cherish - a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations."

Thank you.

Youth of Nostalgia

Youth of Nostalgia:

It’s been 23 years since I left the sheltered halls of my high school.  I look back and remember bits and pieces.  I think what I remember most was the lack of anticipation for graduation.  Not to detract from anyone, but high school graduation was not something I had to work hard to attain. Graduation was going to happen, almost a foregone conclusion to the path initiated the first day of kindergarten 13 years prior.  My peers and I, who in some cases had been together in the same education track since 5^th grade, had long since looked ahead of graduation by the time the day arrived.  We had completed college applications the previous year and had acceptance letters in hand.  Graduation was a dance we performed for those in the audience.  For some folks the day marked an end to friendships forged in the social fires of middle school or perhaps the realization that the prospect of 2000 mile long distance relationship with your first love was at best a pipe dream.  For others walking away from the school was an awakening.

Not for me and not for those like me.  As children who became self-aware in the 80’s we had a fairly selfish notion of life baked into us.  High school was just a game one had to get through in order to take the next step, move up, move out and make the bucks. For us, graduation was when the BS ended and life began, the end game had begun.

 “To each his own, but mine is better.” Really describes how I was feeling then, and how I remember it today….do your own thing but don’t get in my way since my thing is better, and more important, and mine.  I think it’s a fairly honest way to look at life, we are all selfish, especially as an 18 year old who had no clue.  Things of course are different now.

We graduated, spent a few weeks socializing at various friends’ homes, negotiating the awkward family events where the only sober people were the honorees themselves.  Then college came. 3 months after graduation, the place, people, and events that so consumed your life were gone.  I think we wanted it that way.  Over the years of college and the life that followed I rarely collided with anyone I knew in High school. I returned to my hometown for holidays and a 2 year period as a new parent, and I think crossed paths with only a handful of fellow alums.  Frankly it at once surprised me that fate didn’t bring our circles closer together, while it also makes perfect sense.  We all wanted out, to move on, to get on with life, and it happened.  Like solar orbits, the circles were too big and empty for the chance collisions to occur.

Then I joined Facebook.

Admit it, at first FB was at most a tool for snooping around searching names of those you last saw crossing the graduation stage. Checking in on those you thought were destined for greatness or failure, and the inevitable self-comparisons that follow.  As the camera phone morphed into the smart phone, FB became a place where we could feed our innate exhibitionism, and show off life.  Plates of dinners, duck face photos, weddings, new baby’s…..kids sporting events, Halloween costumes, Date night, Caribbean vacations….and now Prom, graduations, and babies of our children (our grandchildren!). 

We use FB to document our lives allowing others to share in our story.  We all can be proud to have known the each other way back when, knowing we had a ridiculously small roll in each other’s lives, but a roll none the less.  As we scroll through our feeds we can share momentarily in your victories, and suffer, just a bit, in your losses. 

This past weekend, the first few things on my news feed were pictures of Prom.  It was mind blowing a bit. My peers had children attending Prom and they were rightfully stoked to see their kids move through this rite of passage. 

I attended the ‘93 Prom as a Junior and I remember that night with more clarity than my senior prom.  The Jr. Prom took place on a boat in New York Harbor.  We had dinner and sailed around the statue of liberty, somehow there were even fireworks splashing against the New York Skyline.  The venue was excellent, but there were issues.  We had to be bused the 90 minutes from the school to the venue.  So by the time we arrived our dates where already torqued that their dresses were wrinkled and hair staticy from the bus seats.  We got off of the bus and were hit squarely with a wall of wind coming off of the harbor.  The water in the New York harbor is not warm in May, and the wind it generated was best described as biting.   The wind finished what the bus seats started, and frazzled women froze waiting to board the boat, and made haste to the bathroom to repair their hair and makeup.  For the first 45 minutes of the event, the men were all fairly dateless, cigars were found and enjoyed with the stellar topside view….my date wasn’t pleased, but in hindsight I had a great night.

Looking at the prom pictures on FB was like stepping back in time.  I hadn’t seen any of my peers since graduation, but when I saw the pictures it was as if I was looking at 1994 yearbook.  Each son in a tux or dolled up daughter looked to me like their parents who I knew briefly long ago.  Sons looked like Fathers; Daughters like their Moms, all of which makes total sense.  However, seeing the pictures and connecting the dots after 20 years was amazing.  For some the resemblance is so strong you could switch them out of the awkward yearbook photos and few would notice. It all got me thinking.

I was unable to attend the last high school reunion, but I saw the pictures on FB.  Folks looked happy and I was pleased to see that the walls we built as teenagers had long since fallen, swept aside by time and maturity.  Oddly, I feel closer to my classmates now than I did then.  Our lives have moved us each in our own direction but as we age our experiences merge similarly.  With fates allowance, I hope to attend the next reunion and meet men and women I knew as boys and girls, trade laughs over a drink and revel a bit in the youth of nostalgia. Until then, life goes on, enjoy it!