
“He Always Thought the Assassination of JFK and MLK Crossed Paths in New Orleans.”

Alexandria Mayor Jacques Roy: We Need to Confront Racism and Division
Earlier today, Alexandria Mayor Jacques Roy delivered his annual State of the City address, specifically focusing on the ways in which racism and division have coarsened the public discourse and undermined the city’s success.
The mayor’s remarks, as prepared for delivery:
Welcome to everyone. Thank you for being here to share a few minutes talking about the state of our City, Alexandria.Ladies and gentlemen, there are too many people to thank, like our teachers, healthcare workers, public safety officers, and non-profit supporters of our humanity at countless foundations and food banks—including all our student workers supporting our camps and events and humanitarian services, so thank you to all I missed and I am happy to report:
The state of Alexandria is fiscally and operationally sound; it is in fact in as good a position financially and set up for growth as it has enjoyed since early in the 1900s. We have a stable regional economy, a robust city economy, and an enviable budgetary and financial position among sister cities in Louisiana.
As mayor, my directives all come from you, in two primary ways: directly through your comments at neighborhood meetings and during the campaign cycle; and also through you by way of council members. It is in this latter manner that the rub generally occurs.
Consent is important as a concept. It means to be given the permission to do something; but, it also means to be in accord. It is something granted and then a concord, an agreement. But with consent, it always involves a will or permission of one to another, not merely agreement. I believe this job, the actual management of the city, is about consent. And, I believe that consent can be revoked, and indeed should be, when the authority given the gift of consensual leadership fails to address a community’s needs. You have to feel as though accomplishment is happening; indeed, the roots of the word consent come from “feeling,” not just permission.
Completion is another concept important to me—and, with it, a methodical working of a plan. The plan should come from your consent, and then worked to completion. The word means to us to have fully carried out something or some action. But, like consent, its roots and full meaning instruct us a bit more. When something is complete, it means it has all the necessary parts.
The truth is the state of Alexandria is fiscally and operationally sound and we also have something else: something less definable, but equally important. We have a resilience and hardness. This hardness makes us tough, even tough on each other. But it also protects us and makes us survivors. We need it now as a sluggish fog in the state economy threatens.
Alexandria has all the necessary resources and parts. Sadly, it is missing the commitment of good people, too many of whom, stand idly by when we need a real conversation about coming together.
There is another hardness, though. One we do not need. It is found in two places. There is a hardness of people who cannot see the value of life. And there is an equal and opposite force of hardness of people who do not worry about those harmed because they feel it does not affect them—the proverbial “they” and “them”—and the worst of cynicisms, they are only killing themselves. This is the principle of “the other.” It is actually called as a process, Othering, in philosophy. It is the systematic and even reactive too- labeling and description of not me, not us, but them. It is dangerous. It is cynical, and it will not help Alexandria. “Us and them,” as a construct, has never worked well in a modern and just society.
So, what worries me about the state of the City and our state of this state, and really that of our nation: division.
We can defeat division with not otherness but togetherness. I am asking you all to engage in an individual commitment to not be us and them. More on that will follow this year; please pay attention.
So, last year I ended this address with where we begin today:
“Put up again thy sword into his place: for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.” Matthew 26:52.
The sword can be a metaphor for the violence we see in America and our city, but it is also emblematic of the violence we hear with our tongues and the division in our streets, government and even homes. The sword is not limited to physical violence, but is Providence’s warning that living by aggressive, harmful forces results in spiritual death by the same forces.
If you think about it, it is why we are so desensitized to everything we see; to how we speak to each other; to how we accuse one another; and in some ways, for even the falsest of prophets, why so many will follow the false prophet when those who know better stand idly by and say nothing and do nothing when they should.
Dr. King said, “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
And, a recent president said of today: “Bigotry seems emboldened. Our politics seems more vulnerable to conspiracy theories and outright fabrication.”
“When we lose sight of our ideals, it is not democracy that has failed. It is the failure of those charged with protecting and defending democracy,” said by George Bush last week.
One news agency has a commercial with simply a picture of an apple and explanation that no matter how many times you call it a banana, even put banana in all caps, it is an apple. We talk about and accuse one another of fake news, alternative facts, and worse—much worse.
Since being mayor, but only in the last part of my tenure, I have been accused of fathering children outside of my marriage, poisoning whole neighborhoods, purposefully raising utilities on only certain people based on race or geography, and withholding programs and projects to hurt people. Never mind that each of these is demonstrably false and provably without any merit. More concerning, these have come from officials, from politics, out of this very chamber.
Ladies and gentlemen, I indeed am proud to serve you as mayor. If I do not say that enough, let me assure you how much I realize it is a sign of trust, confidence, and truly a gift to be allowed by you to be in this position. It is, after all, only through consent of the governed that I have been mayor, not the other way around. And, because of the exhortation to be persons of peace, and because of what is happening today in our Nation and world, I must begin with another point, a point which raises a danger to me politically because it can be seen as ill-motivated or an admission of some wrong.
I regret and apologize for any enmity an action taken under my leadership has caused, directly or indirectly. Every person who felt overlooked as an employee or citizen, from a patron in a restaurant not acknowledged to a tenured public servant losing a position with the City to a deal you felt handled wrong—I am sorry for the hurt these decisions cause. I know what goes into my decisions, and you do not—and cannot, in many cases.
When I go to sleep I know I have worked hard to get it right and I assure you when I feel the alarm of self-criticism or yours, I will focus on getting it right, re-working it, or trying again.
I also can tell you this—I always will be transparent, tell you the truth, and give you the facts. I have to gain and keep your consent and then I have to demonstrate that within that consent, my administration has completed the directives from you, the people.
At the beginning of 2007, I adopted a community driven transition team plan of work. It had the following major components: to take care of infrastructure; to place our utilities in a state of excellence; to create clear policies and measure accomplishments in real time and later in their life cycles; and to effect changes in quality of life on a visible, measurable level, with a focus on recreation and public projects to create a desirable, livable city. We have made record investments in infrastructure and related programs, and I detailed them on Friday, in part.
I operate under the assumption local businesses and entrepreneurs possess answers to problems, and therefore our citizens should be used in the solution-making processes of local government. That is why we will need business and its membership groups and many others in the community to help. Violent super crimes, murder and manslaughter, are spiking this summer. While some crimes are down or static, murders among young African-American males are way up. It is alarming, shocking to the conscience. It is unacceptable and requires our help.
Our completed plans surely indicate there is more work to do to make it better in all regards and to adopt new plans and goals.
- My focus now will be completion of youth and educational programs to better prepare our workforce and future workforce and children for the ever-changing and quickly advancing competition of the future.
- Secondly, relating to but also in addition to the previous item, we will dynamically alter policing pace, persistence, and operational tempo. This will occur primarily through an executive order to be released imminently.
- Finally, we will make our city one on the cutting edge of smart technologies to serve you and to attract new Alexandrians.
Within all of these three themes, there needs to be a commitment by each of you. Without this commitment, we cannot move forward. We need to demonstrate our love for every person, family, and especially child who needs us.
Hatred and false claims trap us. If you show it is untrue you’ll be seen as fighting. It’s insidious this way. So the best way, at least the way to combat it is to elevate: to move above it. If you have to address it, do so. But try and avoid what is desired—a fight that only shows more chaos to people and because of our official roles gives more of an okay: A permission.
Jesus Christ preached a gospel that reimagined the previous testament’s fundaments creating the greatest command of love: to turn the other cheek. On an individual level, this is without qualification as long as to do so does not unreasonably and recklessly endanger others. For a leader, the policy of appeasement may be right when reasonable actors confront each other. But, from Chamberlain’s first giving in to Hitler, that merciless actor intended to take that inch for the mile. Our worst moment of civil war resulted from appeasement that could never work.
I will try every appeasement but I can tell you that some of what is driving division cannot be appeased: Because it is based not in reason but in demagoguery.
My promise to you is simple and straightforward. It is to live by these beliefs long held by me and lived by me in public life:
Be truthful to the public you serve.
Recognize it as and call out racism for what it is—a sin, America’s original sin and continuing stain requiring all of our address.
Give the public your best energy, your promise to lead, and your daily commitment to excellence.
Treat city finances like a CEO taking care of a business with citizen shareholders and directors and treat days at work as a laboratory director.
So to the pastors here, today, and all you, we cannot today but want to proclaim:
“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; . . . .” Matthew 5:14.
God bless you, Alexandria-Pineville, our Parish and State and the United States of America.
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Why “12 Years a Slave” Will Always Matter to Louisiana
From the archives of CenLamar
Originally published on November 4, 2013
I had a slight advantage over the other kids in my junior high Louisiana history class: Two of my great-aunts, Sue Eakin and Manie Culbertson, wrote our textbook, Louisiana: The Land and Its People. I was the only person in my class (and probably the only kid in the entire state) whose textbook was inscribed by its authors.
Of course, this wasn’t something you brag about in junior high, and I knew it probably wasn’t wise to tell my teacher that my aunts first gave me their book when I was in the fourth grade, lest he think I had somehow already memorized the whole thing.
Sue, Manie, and my grandmother Joanne, members of the sprawling Lyles family, were all history teachers. Along with their nine brothers and sisters (including three who were lost in childhood), they were born in Cheneyville, Louisiana and raised in nearby Loyd Bridge on the banks of Bayou Boeuf, in a place named, ironically enough, Compromise Plantation. Their father- my great-grandfather and a man I’ve only known through family folklore as “Daddy Sam”- farmed cotton, 800 acres of land that he leased and subleased to African-American sharecroppers. Truth be told, Daddy Sam was also, in the strictest sense of the term, a “sharecropper;” he never owned his land or his home. The “compromise” was complicated. I mention all of this for a reason.
When I was in the fourth grade, along with my autographed textbook, Aunt Sue also gave me the first of many copies of the book 12 Years a Slave, and perhaps knowing that it was heavy reading for an elementary school student, she spoiled it and told me the story in her own words. Sue, a history professor, spent most of her career researching and editing 12 Years a Slave. Her name appears in bold block letters at the top of the book’s cover; the author’s name, Solomon Northup, appears in bolder letters below.
Sue loved telling Solomon Northup’s story. She knew it was riveting and important, and after first encountering the book when she was only twelve years old, she spent the next seventy-eight years of her life chasing it down. Sue’s children affectionately refer to Solomon as their “brother,” which seems appropriate. After all, they grew up with him.
Today, because of Steve McQueen’s film adaptation, the world is finally rediscovering Solomon Northup’s story. I’d been hesitant to write about the movie 12 Years a Slave until I actually saw it, but it hasn’t been easy. The reviews have seemed, at times, too good to be true. And although I didn’t grow up with Solomon at the dinner table every night like my cousins in the Eakin family, I’ve nonetheless felt protective over it by proxy. I know what it meant to Aunt Sue: the tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of hours that she dedicated, her exceptional compassion for and care-taking of a story that she hoped to rescue from the footnotes of American history.
A few days ago, I saw the movie. At the risk of sounding even more hyperbolic than I already have, the reviews are right: 12 Years a Slave isn’t just the greatest film ever made about American slavery; it is, in many respects, the only film ever made about American slavery. It’s an actual bona fide masterpiece. It’s staggering, blood-curdling, and perfectly, jarringly honest in its depiction of the greatest institutionalized atrocity and criminal conspiracy in our nation’s history.
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There’s a reason Aunt Sue was drawn toward Solomon Northup’s story. He spent most of his twelve years in captivity along the shores of the same bayou, Bayou Boeuf, that she and her family considered their home. He picked from the same cotton fields as her father. She knew the children and the grandchildren of the white families who enslaved him and the children and grandchildren of the slaves who toiled alongside him. I try to imagine how she must have felt when, while visiting a neighbor’s home at the age of twelve, she discovered a well-torn copy of Northup’s book and read, for the first time (albeit only briefly), about the terrible things that occurred in her own backyard. It must’ve seemed like a great mystery to her, an unsolved crime, maybe even a betrayal, this old book that told a story everyone around her seemed all too eager to forget. Sue wouldn’t find the book again until she was in college at LSU. Quoting from The Daily Beast:
However, six years later, when she was attending Louisiana State University, Eakin chanced upon a copy in a local bookstore. She asked the owner how much it cost. “What do you want that for?” he asked. “There ain’t nothing to that old book. Pure fiction. You can have it for 25 cents.”
As Eakin later observed, “I spent the next seventy years proving him wrong.”
A few years ago, Aunt Sue told another amazing story about what she experienced after inviting the Southern University choir to perform in Bunkie. Here she is, full-throttled, sharing another incredible story, in her own voice:
The movie 12 Years a Slave, because of its unflinching and unapologetic depiction of the brutalities and cruelties of a not-so-distant past, has understandably provoked a discussion about the lasting legacy of slavery.
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Without question, Louisiana and most of the American South have refused to adequately and honestly confront and acknowledge the legacy of slavery. We spend millions of dollars marketing our plantation homes as sleepy, nostalgic, and beautiful destinations for weddings and tour groups, and we spend millions more incentivizing renovations of these homes under the pretense of historic preservation. And maybe that would be okay and understandable, but at the same time, we’re scrubbing all vestiges of slavery from these plantations. With few exceptions, it is almost impossible to find a plantation in Louisiana that preserves its slave quarters with the same diligence and care as it does its main house. And again, with few exceptions, you’ll likely never hear anyone in the Louisiana tourism industry admit that plantations, to quote my cousin Paul White III, are actually “concentration camps.” That thousands of African-American families also lived, worked, and died in these places, that hundreds of African-Americans were brutally murdered in these places, that the majestic oak trees in the brochures were once used for lynchings, that right beyond the immaculately manicured gardens there are long-forgotten cemeteries.
No, instead, these are beautiful historic homes on the river or the bayou, the ideal location for a wedding of rich white people whose idea of a good time is to dress up in seersucker suits and summer dresses and imagine themselves to be Southern nobility. I’ve been to a few of these weddings, and it’s been surreal every time.
When I was a kid, another one of my great aunts and another member of the Lyles family, Aunt Betty, owned a plantation on Bayou Boeuf, and I’ll readily admit: I thought it was a magical and mysterious place. But after spending a few weekends there and really exploring the whole property, it also terrified me. Outside of the main house and the cottage Betty built for herself, death was everywhere. Old slave shacks that were collapsing in on themselves, tiny one-room structures that had once housed twenty people. Near the bayou, unmarked headstones older than anything in my hometown that were mildewed and sinking into the ground.
There is no dignity in this. And as much as we may try to gloss it all over, to convince ourselves that we’re justified in presenting and marketing and incentivizing a simulacrum of plantation life, there is also no escaping it: These are concentration camps. We either preserve all of the story or we demolish all of it.
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But our misplaced nostalgia for plantations is not the only and certainly not the most important thing that Steve McQueen’s adaptation of 12 Years a Slave should force Louisiana (and, indeed, the entire country) to confront.
Louisiana is the prison capital of the world. Quoting from The Times-Picayune:
The state imprisons more of its people, per head, than any of its U.S. counterparts. First among Americans means first in the world. Louisiana’s incarceration rate is nearly five times Iran’s, 13 times China’s and 20 times Germany’s.
And although nearly 65% of Louisiana is white, the vast and overwhelming majority of prisoners in Louisiana are African-American. In New Orleans, one in seven African-American men are either in prison or on parole or probation.
160 years after Solomon Northup published his book, a black man in Louisiana is more likely to spend his life in prison (and often for the flimsiest reasons) than he would be in any other place in the entire world. A black man in Louisiana is disproportionately more likely to be executed or to end up on death row for the same crime committed by a white man than he would be in any other place in the entire world. Quoting from Vincent Warren, the Executive Director of the Center for Constitutional Rights:
In Louisiana’s notorious Angola prison, home to all men on death row in the state, those sentenced to death spend their final years locked in their cells alone for 23 hours each day. During summer, death row inmates are kept in their cells even though the heat index regularly exceeds 110 degrees. The prison does not provide them with clean ice or cool showers, but it does provide the public with tours of death row and the lethal injection table.
At night, in an effort to keep cool, the men at Angola sleep on the floor where they are exposed to fire ants. When they “misbehave,” they are moved to cells in the hottest tiers. Men have lived up to 28 years on Louisiana’s death row, and most spend at least a decade in these dehumanizing conditions waiting for court appeals to go through. That is their due process.
The problem is systemic, but rather than address the fundamental inequities, the conservative ruling class in Louisiana, led by Governor Bobby Jindal, continues to exacerbate these problems: We create incentives to incarcerate poor, primarily minority people by privatizing prisons. In Louisiana, prison is not about rehabilitation; it’s about profits. We deny $16.1 billion in Medicaid expansion funds and turn the keys of our robust public hospital system over to private corporations- not because it’s good policy, but because it’s good politics. We tie school funding to test scores and politicized teacher evaluations- without ever considering the real and direct connection between performance and poverty, the fact that Louisiana’s lowest-performing schools are those who have more than 80% of their students on the free lunch program. And instead of lifting those schools up, instead of investing in them and in the neighborhoods they serve, we divert that money to churches and unaccountable private schools, not because they actually do better but because they vote Republican.
I don’t know what, exactly, my Aunt Sue would have thought about the film adaptation of 12 Years a Slave provoking a discussion on racial and economic injustices or historical revisionism in contemporary Louisiana. She passed away a few years ago.
But I imagine that she would have relished in the conversation and celebrated the idea that, although Solomon’s story may be 160 years old, it’s still more relevant than ever.
Nath Debriefs the Saints: Weeks 4 and 5

I don’t think Peterson has anything left; honestly, if I were in charge of the Saints, I’d be looking over the bye week to find a backup power running back who can replace him on the roster. (Though if I were in charge, I wouldn’t have signed him to begin with.)Apparently management agreed, and on Tuesday Peterson was traded to the Arizona Cardinals for a conditional 2018 sixth-round pick. From my perspective, this was a great deal, because the team got something for a player that has no value to them. I think Peterson is just out of gas at 32 and with his injury history– and without any burst, he lacks the big-play ability that offsets his surprisingly low success rate — but even if I’m wrong, he was obviously a poor fit from the get-go. His defenders will say Peterson needs a heavy load of carries to “get into a rhythm,” but that’s exactly the opposite of what the Saints should be doing: An offense can’t both be a high-volume, up-tempo passing attack headed by Drew Brees, and a power rushing game predicated on getting Peterson into a rhythm and using him to wear down defenses. A Peterson-centered offense would hinder the Saints’ ability to score from anywhere on the field and on every possession. Thankfully, pop culture has given us a term that perfectly describes this trade, with the return of Curb Your Enthusiasm: Adrian Peterson was just Foisted! It’s not clear who will pick up Peterson’s snaps for the Saints. The team declined to add a fourth tailback to the roster, suggesting that it will be entirely Ingram and Kamara from here on out, with no short-yardage power back a la Mike Bell or Chris Ivory. 2016 seventh-round pick Daniel Lasco remains on the practice squad in case of emergency. Unfortunately for the Saints, these two weeks have been rife with injury news. Zach Strief and Alex Anzalone both went to injured reserve after leaving the week 4 contest during the game, after fullback John Kuhn did the same last week after getting hurt during a London practice. The Saints now have eleven players total on injured reserve– counting Nick Fairley, who is technically on the non-football injury (NFI) list– which includes five projected starters (counting Delvin Breaux, who hasn’t played yet this year, and Fairley, who won’t) plus two other players who received regular-season snaps in Mitchell Loewen and David Parry. (This doesn’t include left tackle Terron Armstead, who hasn’t played a snap yet but whose expected recovery time from a shoulder injury was not considered long enough to merit IR.) Fortunately for New Orleans, they’ve demonstrated the depth that may allow them to survive these injuries. The Lattimore / Crawley / P.J. Williams cornerback trio has performed well (Lattimore missed week 3, but he’s already playing like one of the better cornerbacks in the league), and Ryan Ramczyk, who was filling in for Armstead at left tackle, will now fill in for Strief at right tackle, as Armstead is expected to return in week 6. Craig Robertson, one of the few good surprises on last year’s defense, filled in capably for Anzalone at linebacker in week 4 and will continue to do so. And with Willie Snead finally expected to play his first snaps this week, New Orleans will be even deeper at their skill positions and better positioned for a dynamite offense.

Photography Exhibit Showcases Homeless New Orleanians’ Takes on the City




Chris Tyson: The Challenges of Building An Equitable Baton Rouge
Thank you Frankie for that wonderful introduction. Its indeed a pleasure to be with you this afternoon. Thank you, Darrell, for the invitation to address this esteemed and distinguished gathering.
Darrell asked me to speak to the current racial challenges we face in this community. In a time where our President compliments Nazi’s as “very nice people” yet curses black people silently protesting injustice, it is daunting to consider where to begin a talk on race. For many of us we are in the midst of very dark and troubling times.
As a local government law scholar, my writing and teaching focuses on the law and policy related to urban and metropolitan affairs. I view urban and metropolitan development as fundamentally about social justice – the development and maintenance of social, political and economic realities that provide everyone meaningful opportunities to pursue their vision of the good life.
Introduction
My title, “The Challenges of Building an Equitable Baton Rouge,” understandably begs several threshold questions. For one, what is meant by equity? Is equity different from equality?
Yes, there is a distinct and meaningful difference between equality and equity. Equality simply means treating everyone the same. While important, viewing social justice through an equality lens risks exacerbating existing disparities, inequalities and mal-distributions. Focusing on equality alone compounds the historic conditions which raise the specter of unfairness in the first place.
Equity, on the other hand, recognizes the enduring impact of past inequities and takes that into account as it assesses how to give everyone enough resources, access and voice to be successful. It rejects colorblindness and token diversity in favor of a race and class consciousness rooted in historical experience and a deeply held notion of linked fate.
Another question might be, is Baton Rouge not an equitable place? To those people I say, welcome to our fair city. You must be new, so thanks for moving here. Whether we are willing to admit it or not, those of us from here and who live here know that we are anything but an equitable community. Quite the contrary – we are a model of racial and spatial stratification.
We are North and South Baton Rouge with a Mason Dixon line called Florida Boulevard or Government Street, depending upon who you talk to. According to a study by 24/7 Wall Street, we are the 13th most racially segregated metropolitan area in the nation. That finding is influenced by our racial income gap – the typical black household earns $34,000 a year to the $65,000 earned by the typical white household. Black poverty is 27.9%; white poverty 10.8%.
Racial segregation is the mother of sprawl, and accordingly to Smart Growth America we are the most sprawled out metropolitan area under 1 million in population and the 6th most sprawled out metro of any size. Furthermore, our chart-topping AIDS rate and a top ten murder rate in past years is largely tied to the experiences of people living in 2 or 3 zip codes, all of them majority black and poor.
A final question might be, what exactly is the challenge? Perhaps in this room the challenge is not that great. Much of the information I’ve cited is included in the Baton Rouge Area Foundation’s annual City Stats Survey. Many of you are knowledge experts and have engaged this data on many occasions. But awareness is only half the battle. Our understanding of this data and its implications is where we tend to diverge. We see the statistics and perhaps we understand, intellectually, that they do not bode well for our overall quality of life and economic development aspirations. But finding common ground on a way forward has proven difficult and getting harder by the day.
Statistics provide a snapshot – a freeze frame of the present. They don’t provide a backstory, however. I would posit that we can’t agree on a path forward because we don’t agree on how we got here in the first place.
Culture of Poverty
The stories we tell ourselves about who we are and our journey to now are important. They shape our historical narrative and our shared identity. They buttress discursive norms, rhetorics, logics and politics that shape policy and drive decisions about the appropriate allocation of the community’s limited resources.
One widely held view about the explanation for our seemingly intractable, spatially concentrated, and inter-generationally persistent black poverty is culture. This is no way unique to Baton Rouge or this specific moment. The trope of black communities as collections of lazy, willfully ignorant people who revel in loose morality, irresponsibility and dependency predates emancipation.
This is what is called the “culture of poverty” thesis – the argument that culture, more than economics or structural factors – is the primary driver of black poverty and community decline. Many in our community see the state of our most impoverished and embattled neighborhoods and see merely sites of mass pathology. If black communities are simply collections of people who pathologically make poor choices and are genetically and culturally predisposed to criminality and dependency, then containment and incarceration appear as rational, legitimate policy responses, no matter the enormity of the human and financial fallout. Calls for “law and order” and “personal responsibility” precede the deployment of draconian policing, mass incarceration and an all-out attack on the social safety net.
Books like The New Jim Crow and documentaries like “13th” have mainstreamed, to some extent, the awareness of racialized mass imprisonment. As the most incarcerated state in the nation with not a shred of improvement in crime or quality of life, we know well the failures of this thinking.
None of this is to say that we should not enforce the laws or maintain order. It is not to minimize poor decision-making or those determined to harm others or themselves. But poor black people do not have a monopoly on poor decision-making or anti-social behavior. Consider what we know about drug enforcement and prosecution. A U.S. Commission on Civil Rights report from the height of the drug war found that while blacks accounted for only 14% of users, they represented 35% of arrests, 55% of convictions and 75% of prison admissions. Indeed race not only impacts who is charged and locked up, but the very definition of crime and punishment all together.
History of Metropolitan Segregation
But when we think about the challenge of equity in cities like Baton Rouge, there is a broader history we must contend with. It is a history that counters the culture of poverty thesis. There has been an explosion of scholarship in the past few years exploring the deep legacy of how urban policy writ-large was developed and deployed to exclude blacks people from access to a middle class created and subsidized in part by their tax dollars, public service and military sacrifice.
I’ve written extensively about how residential racial segregation has been the driving logic behind the land use decisions and urban development patterns of the American metropolis for more than a century. The scope of racist housing, land use, development and housing finance law, policy and culture is vast – defining every endeavor related to the creation, management and transformation of the built environment in both city and suburb. These practices shaped metropolitan areas, solidifying patterns of investment, wealth creation, resource disparities and social and economic regulation that exist to this day. Six practices are worthy of review:
First, there were explicit residential segregation laws passed by cities early in the 20th century and outlawed by the Supreme Court in 1917. Louisiana’s statewide segregation laws performed the same function and survived the Court’s strike of municipal segregation ordinances.
Second, there were racially restrictive covenants. Developers, city leaders and white homeowners promoted racially restrictive covenants as essential to retaining home values as black people were considered a blight. The Supreme Court struck those down in 1948.
Third, the design of public spaces also served to reinforce black subordination. The decision to extend sidewalks, bike paths and other connective infrastructure as well as the design of bridges, highways and public parks was deployed in significant measure to enforce segregation.
Fourth, For more than half a century, the Federal Housing Administration (“FHA”) promoted redlining, a consciously racist housing finance policy that cheated black people out of the government-backed mortgage finance market, arguably the largest driver of individual wealth creation in the country. From 1934 to 1962, the FHA underwrote $120 billion in home mortgage loans with more than 98% going to white borrowers.
Fifth, exclusionary zoning allowed locals – mostly in suburban settings – to use the race-neutral tools of minimum lot sizes and prohibitions on apartments to erect barriers to black access to white neighborhoods.
Finally, local police, civic groups and elected officials openly or tacitly endorsed vigilante violence to keep black residents out of white neighborhoods and intimidate whites who might sell to black buyers.
All of this has local relevance. Like many cities we intentionally ran our interstates through black communities, disrupting their social fabrics and undermining property values. We stunted the development of our parks to avoid integration. We treated our schools the same. Our quest for racial segregation has driven an urban form dominated by unconnected streets and one-way-in-one-way-out developments that leave us all sitting in one of the worst traffic jams in the nation.
This history is not history at all. It’s ongoing. Consider the black World War II veteran who was denied a VA-backed mortgage and – if granted one at all – was limited to a segregated neighborhoods where poorly planned and constructed public housing was ultimately placed. His family was sent on an entirely different trajectory than his white counterpart. His heirs might have inherited a home that, in inflation-adjusted dollars, has actually declined in value. The lost ability to build and transfer generational wealth through homeownership is the basis for a racial wealth gap that is only widening. Add to that the deliberate divestment in those neighborhoods, the stress and trauma of living amidst concentrated poverty, pervasive and still existing racial pay disparities and other devices of black subordination – and how all of it is inter-generationally transferred – and you get a picture of the anatomy of contemporary black poverty.
None of this excuses criminality or irresponsibility, nor am I unaware of the mounting voices in the black community crying out for an end to the killing. But research has shown that even these struggles accrue more to individual responses to structural, historic factors than some all-encompassing culture. This is why the culture of poverty thesis is so incoherent and so morally bankrupt: it denies or intentionally distorts the cumulative and pervasive impacts of this history. Furthermore, its obsession with punishment, shame and stigma leads us to waste resources chasing outdated approaches that have shown themselves to be of limited utility if not abject failures.
There is no urban crisis in Baton Rouge, because crisis implies something unplanned or unexpected. We created the two Baton Rouge’s. We did it consciously and deliberately, much of it within the lifetimes of everyone in this room. We created the preconditions for such depravation, poverty, misery and isolation that crime and all manner of social decay are the regrettable but predictable trajectories for the people who live there.
What we must do now
The good news is that we have yet to scratch the surface of what we could be doing to turn things around. Our only coordinated response to the problems in poor black communities has been through the criminal justice system. That has been an unmitigated failure measured in wasted black life, a squandered public trust, unsustainable fiscal imbalances and a reputation for consistently choosing to cut off our noses to spite our collective face.
Take for instance, what we learned from the recent BRAVE controversy. Some of you may be familiar with my writings on this subject. A review of the communication between Mayor Broome’s office and the Department of Justice in the early weeks and months of her administration revealed that even when the federal government gave us the money to pursue national violence elimination best practices – which involved both increasing the capacity of law enforcement AND engaging grassroots community organizers, we chose to do the former and not the latter, leaving the money unspent so it could be returned and the grant ultimately cancelled.
BRAVE did have some impact in violence reduction, but imagine what we might have accomplished if we had pursued a more equitable, holistic approach.
Fortunately, we have other opportunities. We must support black and minority-owned business growth by pursuing equity in City-Parish contracting. Studies show that black business anchor black communities. Our abysmal performance in this regard calls into question our seriousness of our pursuit of sustainable and inclusive economic development.
Our anti-poverty toolkit must expand to include innovations like workers-owned cooperatives. Even if we land the large employer who chooses to locate in a blighted area of North Baton Rouge, existing skills gaps and the immediacy of the needs requires the pursuit of localized solutions that help people be the agents of their own turnarounds.
We also must get serious about blight elimination, a known driver of crime and urban decay. Through a progressive blight elimination program, we can create job opportunities while rehabbing communities. Chicago’s Neighborhood Rebuild pilot program is doing just that.
Investments in public infrastructure like libraries, parks and mass transit might be obvious on a list like this, but we know these are still politically controversial matters in Baton Rouge. We must find ways to reaffirm the value of public resources, public infrastructure and public values across our partisan divides.
And if we’re going to invest millions in public development projects, we should prioritize those areas least likely to experience private-sector development. While we must develop all of Baton Rouge, South Baton Rouge cannot hoard all of the region’s public amenities, no matter how convenient placing them there might be.
CLOSING
In the wake of the killing of Alton Sterling and officers Gerald, Garafalo and Jackson, I encountered some who lamented, “This is not who we are.” My response was simply, “This is exactly who we are.”
The question going forward, however, is who will we be. Ladies and gentlemen, we must accept that race is not some card game that forces us into a cynical zero-sum tug of war for moral superiority. The point of confronting this legacy is not to leverage guilt to extort some cheap symbolic concession.
Race is the essential logic of our social, spatial, economic and political condition. We can’t rebrand our way out of it. We can’t kumbaya our way out of it either. Our problems with crime, education, blight and social division are all rooted in the historic pursuit of black subordination. We are the only ones that can change course.
The challenge to building an equitable Baton Rouge is, simply, us. The Bayou Brief is a non-profit news publication that relies 100% on donations from our readers. Help support independent journalism about the stories of Louisiana through a monthly or one-time donation by clicking here.
The Once and Future Kingfish: In Retirement, Sen. Russell Long Thought of a Final Act, Governor.
By Mitch Rabalais, contributing writer for The Bayou Brief
In Louisiana, Russell Billiu Long may always be remembered first as the son of the Kingfish, the heir to a political dynasty that was without rival or comparison and a last name that, for a time, defined both of the state’s major political factions. His father Huey was, arguably, the 20th century’s most important American governor and undoubtedly the most bombastic and influential politician in Louisiana’s history. His uncle Earl was a three term governor himself, and proved to be even more outlandish than his brother. When reflecting on his own life in later years, Russell once remarked, “I never knew what it was like to not be in politics.”But during his 37 years in the U.S. Senate, Russell Long became more prominent and powerful in national politics than his father, his uncle, or any other member of his extended family. He was a man who earned the praise of Richard Nixon, Harry Truman, Ronald Reagan, Ted Kennedy and countless others.
But there is also a chapter in Russell Long’s political life that is rarely acknowledged. In 1988, two years after his retirement from the U.S. Senate, Russell could have very well been living in the Governor’s Mansion and working on the fourth floor of the House that Huey Built. An overwhelming majority of Louisianans approved of Long, and he was the prohibitive favorite in the 1987 race for governor.
He was much closer to running than the general public may think today, and for a time, it sounded as if Huey’s son was ready to take over the family business in Baton Rouge, even after his announced retirement.
This is the story of how Louisiana’s retiring senior U.S. Senator might have become the third Long to be governor in only 60 years.
On Feb, 25, 1985, Russell Long, Louisiana’s senior U.S. Senator, announced he would be retiring after 36 years in Congress. A master of the legislative process, Long was one of the Senate’s most powerful members. As Chairman of the Finance Committee, he directly controlled the nation’s foreign aid spending and tax policy. In fact, the last set of tax codes of which Long oversaw passage are the same laws that President Trump and Congressional Republicans are currently attempting to reform.
First elected in 1948, Long skillfully used his position to secure countless appropriations and federal priorities for Louisiana over his long tenure. For example, when Fort Polk was slated to be closed in the 1960s, a brief phone call from the Senator to President Johnson was all it took to keep the base open. In addition to being well-liked by Presidents, Long commanded immense, bipartisan respect from his colleagues.
When Russell faced a scrappy conservative challenger in 1980, Republican Bob Dole of Kansas appeared in an ad supporting his re-election. After Ted Kennedy heard that Long had announced his retirement, he rushed over to Long’s office and begged him to reconsider.
The announcement came as a surprise to most. Shocked reporters crowded with a stunned staff for the press conference in Long’s office. Russell kept his remarks fairly short, forgoing a more formal address from the Senate’s press gallery.
“Every senator should decide for himself at what point he thinks he should retire from the Senate if he has the good fortune to live his term out. After 36 years here I’ve made that decision,” he said.
Up until the day Long decided to retire, he had been actively working toward re-election in 1986. He had begun the cycle of early campaign appearances and amassed a war chest worth several million dollars. However, the Senator, an aging Southern Democrat in Ronald Reagan’s Washington, had become a major target. With Louisiana increasingly becoming more and more Republican, strong challengers such as Rep. Henson Moore and former Gov. Dave Treen lined up to run, while conservative PACs and donors prepared to spend heavily.
While meeting with consultants about the 1986 campaign, the Senator was told to take out his calendar and mark off just two weekends in the next 18 months. Those, he was told, were the only personal time he would be allowed until after the election. Everything else was to be spent on fundraising, campaigning and legislating.
“That really rocked his world,” says Bob Mann, the LSU professor and author who once served as Russell Long’s Press Secretary. “He looked around and said to himself, ‘I don’t want to do this.’” Privately harboring doubts, the Senator began to express his reluctance to a few family members and friends.
After Long announced his retirement, a steady stream of letters began arriving at his office. From all over Louisiana, people implored the Senator to run for governor in 1987. Edwards, after all, was facing a criminal indictment that eventually turned into two lengthy trials, while the state government was facing huge deficits and massive budget cuts. Amid sinking oil prices and rising unemployment, it seemed that Louisiana voters wanted Russell to lead them, just as they had turned to his father and uncle in tough times before. Who better, in rough economic times, than the fiscal wizard of Washington?
The late Louisiana political writer John Maginnis asked at the time, “Now Louisianans need a really big favor: leadership – whom else should they ask?”
As the letters continued into the latter part of 1985, aides began putting them in Long’s briefcase along with his nightly reading materials. “We were getting letters from little old ladies from Tallulah and everywhere asking him to run,” says Mann. “It was things like ‘this is how much you mean to the state, and this is why we need you.’” As word got out to the media, the number of letters increased. It was the letters, more than anything, that got the Senator thinking seriously about the race.
With the premiere of Ken Burns’ documentary, Huey Long, in January of 1986, Russell made national news by speaking publicly about his father for one of the first times in his Senate career.
In a speech before the National Press Club in Washington, he was critical of the film, while also launching a vigorous defense of his father’s programs and legacy.
By this time, most politicos and reporters believed the rumors that Long was interested in the governor’s race to be false. The Senator himself was noncommittal, emphasizing that he was more focused on his work in Washington.
However, on February 15th, Long’s Senate colleague, Bennett Johnston, surprised everybody with a full endorsement of Russell’s candidacy for governor. Speaking at a press breakfast in Baton Rouge, Johnston told reporters, “He’s the one person you could have absolute confidence in that he would do what he thought was right without regard for his political future.”
A poll taken a week later by The Baton Rouge Advocate found that Long had a 77% approval rating, dwarfing that of any other potential candidate. Editorialists began calling for him to run, citing his experience in the Senate and his contacts in the corporate world as huge positives. Notably, even Edwards’ hometown paper, The Crowley Post-Signal, joined the chorus, despite the governor’s insistence that he would run for re-election.
Long publicly acknowledged that he would look at the race in a speech to the Shreveport Chamber of Commerce on February 24th. “Right now, all I’m running for is my freedom,” he joked. “But after I’ve enjoyed that freedom for a while, I might feel like getting back in the trenches. I’m willing to think about it.” John Hill, a reporter with the Shreveport Times, observed, “Long and his staff sound more and more like gubernatorial candidates every day.”
With the Senator taking a serious interest in the race, his staff began to schedule more trips to Louisiana. During these visits, Russell took the time to meet with influential sheriffs, police jurors, and party heavyweights. This was a marked change for Long, who had become a creature of the capitol during his career. In addition, he also sat down with the state’s major editorial boards to discuss Louisiana, rather than federal issues, at length. Long was playing up his credentials and selling his candidacy. He told the Alexandria Town Talk, “I think the state’s in trouble and I think I could do for the state some things other couldn’t do.”
As spring turned to summer, Edwards remained Long’s biggest obstacle. Publicly, the governor declared that he would run again, but privately, he expressed doubts. With the conflicting signals coming out of the Governor’s Mansion, the Senator flew down to Baton Rouge to see Edwards. The meeting lasted about an hour, and ended with the two taking a stroll around the Mansion grounds and Capitol Lake. Reportedly, Edwards had his arm around Long as the two walked.
Over lunch at Piccadilly Cafeteria, Long told his personal aide, Kyle France, “He told me he’s not going to run. But I think he is.” Both men insisted that they would not challenge each other. According to Edwards, he told Long that he would stay out of the race if the Senator decided to run and would enthusiastically support his campaign in any way possible.
Meanwhile, Rep. Billy Tauzin of Chackbay jumped into the race, believing that Long would not run. Former Gov. Dave Treen, eager to win back the office he had lost just four years prior, turned down a federal judgeship in order to potentially qualify. Attorney General Billy Guste, State Rep. John Hainkel, Public Service Commissioners Louis Lambert and John F. Schwegmann were also contenders, but they wanted to wait and see what Long would do.
Even Puggy Moity, Louisiana’s perennial joke candidate, noted the Senator’s strength, saying, “If he runs, Edwin should go into retirement.”
With his massive popularity and fundraising potential, Long was considered a lock to win by pundits.
One candidate that was undeterred by Long was State Rep. Fox McKeithen of Columbia.
As the son of Gov. John McKeithen, running for governor not only gave Fox the opportunity to obtain his father’s old seat, but he also could stick it to one of Big John’s longtime political enemies. “John McKeithen and Russell Long never liked each other going back to their days at LSU Law School,” Bob Mann explains.
Russell’s cousin, Speedy, declared his candidacy as well. A former Congressman and District Attorney from Jena, Speedy had run for governor in 1971, then challenging another Long cousin, Rep. Gillis Long of Alexandria. In that race, Speedy had pulled enough votes away from Gillis to keep him out the runoff.
Rumors abounded that John McKeithen was secretly bankrolling Speedy’s campaign this time in order pull votes away from Russell with another Long on the ballot.
With Sen. Long in Washington trying to negotiate tax reform with the Reagan administration as the summer progressed, John McKeithen took to the stump to campaign for his son.
Attacking Long at an Alexandria rally, the former governor dredged up decades-old allegations about the Win-or-Lose Oil Corporation, a group formed by the Kingfish and his cronies that owned prime oil leases in Northeast Louisiana. Russell had inherited the leases, which were operated by Texaco, bringing in millions of dollars a year. “I don’t think it’s timely for the chief beneficiary of the Win or Lose Oil Company to say, ‘Look, I’m your savior,’” said McKeithen. Long responded by calling it a “non-issue.”
John McKeithen had promised to “put some things on the table that should be out there.” In speeches and interviews, he made pointed attacks on Russell’s health and age. He also dismissed Long’s popularity by saying, “I know I’ve had more people come and try to get me to run for governor than Russell Long has.” McKeithen went on to say that he thought the idea of people writing to Long asking him to run was an absurd fantasy cooked up in the Senator’s mind.
McKeithen’s attacks received a fair bit of press attention. Cartoonists, in particular, lampooned the former governor, with one depicting him pushing Fox in a stroller, while another showed him defacing a Long sign and saying, “just helping out my boy!”
In an effort to calm Long supporters who feared he might stay out after all, Bennett Johnston responded in a speech to the Baton Rouge Press Club on August 18th. “He feels the state really wants him and needs him,” the junior Senator said. “When you talk to Russell Long about running for governor, he really gets excited.”
Still, however, Long had not made any type of formal announcement and had not done any fundraising or polling. “In fact,” says Bob Mann, “he was busy trying to give back all of the money we had raised for his re-election.”
Unsure of his own political future, Edwin Edwards was growing impatient with Long’s indecision. The governor had been written off by most major Democrats after he failed to pass any parts of his revenue package, which included proposals to legalize casino gambling and establish a state lottery.
Speaking to the Shreveport Journal after the conclusion of the Legislature’s regular session, Edwards implored Long to “get in it” or stay out. “He’d be well advised to decide now that he’s either going to run or not run,” the governor said.
As summer turned to fall, talk of the governor’s race quieted as the state became consumed by the race to succeed Long in the Senate. The campaign became brutal as the two candidates, Rep. Henson Moore of Baton Rouge and Rep. John Breaux of Crowley, traded barbs. Moore almost won the primary outright, but committed some costly errors in the runoff, leading to a Breaux victory with 53% of the vote.
Happy that his seat would remain in Democratic hands, Long traveled to Louisiana for one of his final trips while still in office. On the fight from Washington to New Orleans, Bob Mann was approached by the Senator’s wife, Carolyn, who asked to switch seats so that Mann could go sit with Russell for a few minutes. Up in first class, he told Mann that he would not be running for governor and wanted to announce it the following day at a press conference. Long had written a draft of his remarks on a legal pad and worked with Mann on revisions.
That evening, the Senator practiced his speech with aides at his farm south of Baton Rouge. It was a passionate address about Louisiana and how much the state had meant to him. The speech would culminate in his announcement of whether or not he would run. Questioning his decision, Long purposely left the last line of the speech blank, still leaving the door open to entering the race the following morning. As he bid his staff farewell for the night, Long remarked that he wished that a sign or something that would reassure him of his decision one way or the other.
With no change in his resolution the following morning, Long was emotional as he spoke to the assembled media.
“On January 2, 1987, my career as an elected office holder will end. I will not seek another elected office.” Reminiscing, he went on to say, “My father once told my mother that he hoped to one day take his name out of politics some day in honor. It has been my great fortune to have the opportunity that an assassin’s bullet denied to him.” The Bayou Brief is a non-profit news publication that relies 100% on donations from our readers. Help support independent journalism about the stories of Louisiana through a monthly or one-time donation by clicking here.
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