Showing posts with label opelousas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label opelousas. Show all posts

Monday, December 31, 2018

South Louisiana 2018: Between the Old and the New

Black-eyed peas for New Year's Eve at Agnes', Opelousas, Louisiana. December 2018.


Yeah, OK, so we had the black-eyed peas on the last day of the old year instead of the first day of the new. But our kind hostess, Agnes, is from France, and it was already the new year in France.


We eat the black-eyed peas to invite prosperity in the new year.

I am already so prosperous.

I am prosperous in:
  • People who love me
  • Good friends
  • Good health
  • Joyful experience of dance
  • Adolescent dreams come true
  • Freedom to roam as my heart pleases
  • Shelter, food, clothing

Well, yes, my sturdy and steadfast car has failed, but that is part of life.

Three years ago, I was the happy guest of another of Agnes' parties:





In this December 2018, I am between the old and new year, and also between my Missouri Year and my upcoming Tucson Year.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Louisiana: Opelousas: Highway 190 West of Town

 
Highway 190, west Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.


On a sunny day in October 2015, I explored a bit the part of Highway 190 that's on the west side of Opelousas.

Club 190 West, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.


The structures there told a story of a time back in the 1950s, for the most part, when there was a line of happening little nightclubs, like Club 190 West and the Southern Club, and other small businesses.


The Southern Club, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.


A slideshow below, playing to a vintage Bessie Smith tune:




Off of Highway 190 is a tree-lined area, home to the defunct Oaks Motel and Lounge, which closed in 2014.


Oaks Motel and Lounge, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.


From the Daily World:
The Oaks Motel and Lounge, an Opelousas landmark for decades, is going away.
" ... It was an icon,” ....“Man! I can still taste that red draft in those frozen mugs. ...."
Colver Lafleur built the club and adjoining apartments. They opened at 218 S. Liberty St. in Opelousas on Sept. 13, 1957.

If you were a young person looking for a good time, it was the place to be.
The Oaks was famous for its red draft beer. “It was about two fingers of tomato juice then topped off with draft beer and served in an ice cold mug straight out of the freezer,” remembers Lainey Prejean Smith, Lafleur’s granddaughter. “We also had cherry Coke with real cherries for those not old enough to drink.”

[When The Oaks opened in 1957], [r]ock ‘n’ roll was in its infancy, and the joint had a jukebox that played all the hits of the day. “I danced many nights away in front of that jukebox, cher,” Smith said.
And by nights, she meant all night. “Until the blue laws were passed in the 1970s, the Oaks was open 24 hours a day. You would start the evening with a draft beer and end the morning with the big, hot cup of coffee and a hot sausage,” Smith said.

Sports writer Bobby Ardoin remembers the place always had a card game going on in the back room. “There was always a big black pot of stew or gumbo cooking. You would grab a bowl and just sit down and play,” Ardoin said. “Many a bourrĂ© game was played there,” posted Cindi York Cooper.

Randy Herpin remembers those all-night card games well. "Dr. (S.J.) Rozas was a regular. He was one of those doctors who still made house calls and would take chickens as payment,” he recalled.
The club and its iconic neon sign reached an audience beyond Opelousas when they surfaced in the music video of Sammy Kershaw’s 1994 chart topper “Third-Rate Romance.”

Vine and Liberty, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.


Someone received a public warning.

Off Highway 190, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.



Friday, November 18, 2016

Louisiana: Opelousas: A Holy Ghost Parade 2015

Holy Ghost Creole Festival Parade, Opelousas High School Marching Band, Opelousas, Louisiana. November 2015.


In 2014, I went to the Holy Ghost Creole Festival for the first time.

I went again in 2015. Today's post is all about the Holy Ghost Creole Festival Parade.

Holy Ghost Creole Festival Parade, Opelousas High School Marching Band, Opelousas, Louisiana. November 2015.

I just smile thinking about this day, looking at these photos. A beautiful, proud-ful day of gladness to be alive. How can you not be happy when there are marching bands?



And soft smiles?

Holy Ghost Creole Festival Parade, Opelousas, Louisiana. November 2015.


Here's a slide show with kickin' music from the United States Army Fife and Drum Corps:



Smile with me.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Opelousas, Louisiana: A Country View in the City



Cherry Street, Opelousas, Louisiana. July 2016.


During my July 2016 revisit to South Louisiana, Avery and I based ourselves in Opelousas. We often drove down Cherry Street. 


This is the view of a line of traditional bungalows on Cherry Street in Opelousas. A dream of a location. In town, but on its very edge, so you can sit on the front porch and look upon the country just across the street.

If I were going to buy a place in Opelousas, this would be a fine place to live.


Monday, March 21, 2016

Opelousas: Outside My Window #1

This is a post about something I saw outside my window one year ago. The other Outside My Window posts are here.

It was a Sunday morning - March 21, 2015. I was in a zone, working happily on a creative project while listening to spirit-lifting Cajun tunes by way of the local cultural treasure, KRVS.

Presently, I notice sunlight peeking through the slats of my window blinds, and I went to open them to draw that light in.

This is what I saw right before me:

Opelousas incident, March 21, 2015, Louisiana

Let me cut to the ending right now: This story ended in tragedy. A man ultimately shot and killed himself, alone in his apartment. The man who killed himself had children. He lived with a girlfriend. Whether or not he was a good man, bad man, or something in between (one of the things that started all of this was a fight between him and his girlfriend where he evidently threatened her safety) - I don't know.


Opelousas incident, March 21, 2015, Louisiana


My first thought was that there was Something Big happening in the shopping center where we've got the Piggly Wiggly and a Mama's Fried Chicken and a Quiznos and a movie theater. An Operation that was the result of a long-term investigation.

My second thought was, damn, I had something similar happen in my backyard in Alamogordo, too! On that day, I saw a man in my backyard wearing a bullet-proof vest and carrying an automatic weapon. Can't believe I didn't write a post about it. Anyway, there were law enforcement crawling all over the vicinity in search of a fugitive. They found him hiding in the laundry room in the building next to mine. The law enforcement officer I saw in my Alamogordo backyard walked through my apartment to get to the front faster than if he had to walk all around the back of the building to get to the front.

Over time, as I watched the two Louisiana snipers on the roof, I realized the reason for there to be two was so that one could concentrate on the potential target while the other rested. I watched them take turns focusing on their objective.

When I went to the other side of my apartment and looked out my bedroom window, I saw the funeral home parking lot packed with law enforcement vehicles. I saw different law enforcement branches - state police, local police, sheriff's department.

Opelousas incident, March 21, 2015, Louisiana



I found one faction unsettling. Black SUV vehicles with windows tinted so dark, you couldn't see inside. The men who seemed to go with them wore black t-shirts and khaki-colored pants. The black t-shirts had OPD on the front and the motto "Throw Back, Take Down" on the reverse. What has happened to "protect and serve"? Why do the windows of the vehicles need to be dark, secret?


Opelousas incident, March 21, 2015, Louisiana

Rightly or wrongly, when I see "throw back, take down" - with a lightning bolt within a fist, which is the graphic on the OPD t-shirt, I assume the "take down" refers to this. And the "throw back" this. About a month after the incident, I asked a couple of police officers about the t-shirt, and they denied any knowledge about its meaning. They did say, however, that these are the folks who do the regular roundups in partnership with the marshalls and other law enforcement entities. 

Opelousas Police Department t-shirt "throw back and take down." Credit: Daily World.


So there was a lot of manpower, a bevy of police vehicles, and a shitload of weaponry. At a certain point, everyone stood down, and presently an ambulance appeared and soon after that we bystanders learned that the man had killed himself.

Sad.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Opelousas: The Long Reach of Racism: Pensions



A pretty house on South Street, Opelousas, Louisiana.

I went looking for a historic spot in Opelousas awhile back, and I couldn't find it, even though I had an exact street address from the biography of Cat Doucet (doo'-say), a long-time sheriff of St. Landry Parish (often referenced by James Lee Burke in his Dave Robicheaux series). 

I pulled into the parking lot of a business that, in theory, would be next door to said historic spot. I went inside, greeted the man and woman I saw within, and said, "Uh, I've got a crazy question to ask you." And I told them about the Doucet biography, the name of the illustrious owner of the business site I sought, and the exact address as per the book. Whereupon the woman explained that it was likely that street numbering had changed between the time of the book's publication and now, and she didn't know the location of the historic site.

But we started talking, and the business woman - a Creole woman in her 70s, perhaps - told me some of her story. To avoid having to refer to the business woman only as "she" and "her," I'll call her Ms. Theresa.

When Ms. Theresa was a child in Opelousas, people of color could only enter a store by way of a back or side door, not the front door. Ms. Theresa and some of her friends refused to subject themselves to this. They had a fair-complected friend of Creole heritage; Ms. Theresa's friend could enter such stores through the front door, so Ms. Theresa and her other friends gave her money to go in and buy their desired items.

Ms. Theresa attended college and obtained a teaching degree. When it came time to seek a teaching position in St. Landry Parish, she discovered she was expected to give money to certain official(s) in order to get a teaching job. This she refused to do, so she moved to another part of Louisiana to teach for a number of years. For a time in Louisiana, she taught at an integrated school, where she encountered the daily situation in which her white students were encouraged by their parents not to pay the respect to her they paid to her white colleagues at the school, such as standing up for her when she entered the classroom, as did students in that era.

Eventually, Ms. Theresa made her way to Georgia to teach, where her salary was significantly higher than in Louisiana. This is where she spent most of her teaching career.

After retirement, Ms. Theresa decided to return to Opelousas, where she'd grown up. An observation she made: Her retirement pension exceeded, by far, that of her contemporaries who'd remained in Louisiana. My impression from Ms. Theresa was that this difference had a direct impact on their respective economic quality of lives today.

Which brings me to the title of my post: The Long Reach of Racism.

Ms. Theresa's observation made me wonder: Did retirement institutions in the US, particularly in the South, adjust their pension calculations to address earlier years of discriminatory wages? To date, I haven't been able to find any answers to this.

If retirement institutions have not made such an adjustment, then there are hundreds of thousands - perhaps millions? - of black retirees who receive a lower pension than their white counterparts, based on past systemic discrimination in:
  • Wages;
  • Promotional opportunities (and therefore, higher income); and 
  • Professional development, e.g. tuition reimbursement (and therefore, higher income).


Most pension plans include these variables in their pension calculations:
  • Years of service;
  • Average payment for a certain number of years; and 
  • Some sort of percentage multiplier. 

The Louisiana teacher retirement pension plan appears to be an example of this.


Let's say I'm a 70 year-old woman of color who taught in the Louisiana public schools, now retired, but who taught between the ages of 25 and 60. I:
  • Was born in 1946
  • Began teaching in 1971
  • Retired in 2006

And let's say I began my teaching career at the same time as a white counterpart, "Ms. Marie." When we began teaching in 1971, she received $10,250 per year, and I received $10,000. ... a $250 annual wage disparity.

Every 10 years, we received a 10% increase in salary. Therefore, in: 
  • 1981: Ms. Marie earned $11,275; I earned $11,000 --> $275 disparity
  • 1991: Ms. Marie earned $12,403; I earned $12,100 --> $303 disparity
  • 2001: Ms. Marie earned $13643; I earned $13,310 --> $333 disparity

If I use the Louisiana retirement plan calculation, my understanding is that I'd: Multiply years of service x average of final three years of compensation x 2% or 2.5%.

Assuming 2%, I calculate our pensions as follows:
  • Ms. Marie: 35 years x $13,643 ($477,505 lifetime earnings) x 2% = $9550 pension per year
  • Me: 35 years x $13,310 ($465,850 lifetime earnings) x 2% = $9317 pension per year

My retirement pension is $233 less per year than Ms. Marie's, or $19 per month.


References

Teacher Salaries in Black and White: Pay Discrimination in the Southern Classroom (1890-1954)

From Encyclopedia of Louisiana, Jim Crow's Demise, article by Nikki Brown:
"In 1965, only five Louisiana parishes submitted plans for integration. By 1967, thirty parishes still had made no arrangements to desegregate. In 1970, forty-five parishes were ordered to come up with a legitimate plan or risk the loss of federal funding; full integration of Louisiana’s public schools did not come until the mid-1970s. Similarly, Louisiana was ordered—on at least ten occasions between 1965 and 1998—to integrated segregated universities and professional schools or compensate the state’s historically black colleges and universities for generations of neglect."


Related post

Opelousas: Death in Black and White




Friday, December 4, 2015

Opelousas: Death in Black and White

 
Myrtle Grove Cemetery, Opelousas, Louisiana.


There's a good chance that if you're brown and you live in Opelousas, you'll die 15 years sooner than your white neighbors.

How do I know this?

Soon after I moved to Opelousas, a couple of events got me looking at local obituaries.
I looked at the obituaries of two local funeral homes: Sibille and Williams. The first thing I noticed is that Sibille is the funeral home for white folks and Williams is the funeral home for those of color.

Over time, as I periodically visited the obituary listings, it seemed that the ages of death over on the Williams obituary page were notably younger than those at over at the Sibille page. This was odd.

To test this perception, I looked at all of the obituaries at Sibille and Williams for the people who died in October and November 2015
  • White: average age of death = 79.36 years
  • Brown: average age of death = 63.67 years
  • 79.36 minus 63.67 = 15.69 average difference in age

OK, what about outliers? Brown people who died extraordinarily young and white people who lived well into their 90s? They skewed the average for these two months, yes?

I crunched the numbers again, this time tossing out the oldest white decedent and the youngest brown decedent. Results:
  • White: average age of death = 78.24 years
  • Brown: average of death = 65.0 years
  • 78.24 minus 65.0 = 13.24

In this adjustment, Opelousas residents of color died THIRTEEN years younger than their white neighbors, still shocking.  

Now I needed a control group, so I looked at deaths in central Missouri, whence I came, using two funeral homes there: Millard Family Funeral Chapels and May Funeral Home. Unlike Sibille and Williams in Opelousas, there is some integration of services at Millard and May, but there is still a strong bias in the clientele served. Generally, Millard's clients are white. Generally, May's clients are brown.

Results for October and November 2015 in mid-Missouri: 
  • White: average age of death (served by Millard) = 72.85 years, after excluding the oldest and youngest decedents
  • African-American: average age of death (served by both Millard and May) = 60.17 years after excluding the oldest and youngest decedents 
  • 72.85 minus 60.17 = 12.68 years average difference in age upon death

So from a slice of mid-Missouri, African-American decedents died an average of TWELVE AND HALF YEARS younger than their white neighbors.

Note: In the Missouri sample, there was what seemed to be an aberrational number of infants who died (at least I hope it was aberrational), both white and black. So for the Missouri comparison, I excluded the oldest individual and the youngest individual in both white and African-American groups. 

Side note: Jesus. Why are mid-Missourians, generally, dying so young? And it's astounding to compare the average age of African-American deaths in mid-Missouri to average age of white deaths in the Opelousas area - almost TWENTY years difference!


Centuries of institutional racism have a long, long reach.


But maybe you think that I happened to choose two months in a particular year that were non-representational of the facts. Wonderful! By all means, please dig deeper. Please do.  



Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Opelousas: Breathe It: Sebastien's West End Seafood


When I saw the fish flashing, I wondered how I could have missed it so many times before.


Sebastien's West End Seafood. Opelousas, Louisiana.


Everything about the sign pleased me. That glittering like the sun. The black and caramel and mother-of-pearl-white of the fat fish. The cheeriness of the chartreuse border and the joyful blue dots and lines. Gosh.

Of course, I had to pull over.

And then I could see all the colors and textures of flowers and foliage in front and on the side. Bright apple green and deep burgundy leafy cheer of sweet potato vines. Happy yellow lettering on windows. A banana tree. With bananas!

Sebastien's West End Seafood. Opelousas, Louisiana.


And then, and then, when I walked into the store. ...  Deep breath. An aromatic slap from the sea, of fish dead and alive, that briny salty attractant-repellant somethingness that explains why a dog likes to roll in half-putrfied, dead fish on a beach.

A sensory storm, this place.

Below is a slide show:



A shout-out to staff member Walter and his colleagues for their friendly patience while I absorbed it all.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Opelousas: Happy Making at Briskett Baskett


Briskett Baskett owner, Wilfred Kinnerson, with his brother Wilbert Kinnerson. Opelousas, Louisiana. November 2014.

There are many ways to save the world.

Years ago, a friend described how the masses of blooming bluebonnets that Lady Bird Johnson sowed on the Texas highway meridians brought joy to thousands of drivers when they whizzed by.

She proposed: Do not such simple and relatively small acts have as much merit as other good works?  


Mr. Wilfred's sisters, Miss Linda and Miss Ramona, and their niece, Miss Deborah. Also known as The Briskettes.


It is in this spirit that I appreciate the smiling warmth radiated by Briskett Baskett owner, Wilfred Kinnerson, and his family members whenever I see them.


A happy Briskett Baskett customer. October 2015.

We can't measure the quantity or value of happiness moments we derive from natural beauty or from small gestures of loving humanity, but isn't it a string of such moments that contribute to a good life?


Fresh chicken from Briskett Baskett, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.


On several days in November 2014, I cruised the streets of Opelousas looking for promising neighborhoods with rentals, in anticipation of my relocation to the town in February 2015.  On one such foray, as I drove slowly down North Market Street, I noticed, hey! A Briskett Baskett sign outside a building! Being around lunch time, I pulled in, where Mr. Wilfred and his brother, Mr. Wilbert, told me the building remodel wasn't quite complete, but they generously took me on a tour of the almost-finished restaurant.

Briskett Baskett front porch.

Mr. Wilfred described his vision for the future, which included good food and drink, a place for folks to watch the football games, a venue for some jazz and other musical evenings, and maybe a slot machine or two.    
 
Soon after I visited in November 2014, the Briskett Baskett restaurant opened for business.

Recently, Mr. Wilfred got his liquor license (a critical piece of paper in South Louisiana, sha!).  

Briskett Baskett food truck, albeit with previous owner's artwork



I always smile when I see Mr. Wilfred or one of his family members because I know that in just a few moments I'll be on the receiving end of some warm rays of human sunshine.

There are many ways to save the world.  

Monday, November 9, 2015

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Opelousas: The Palace Café Sign

The Palace Café Billboard, west end of Opelousas on eastbound 190, Louisiana.


When I enter Opelousas on eastbound 190, coming in from Lawtell, it pleases me to see the Palace Café billboard.

I like everything about it. The turquoise and coral. The title's Art Deco font. The ubiquitous crawfish jutting out on the side. The lines of shade and light that play from the tree behind. The coulee it overlooks. The red and white checkerboard header.

The Palace Café Billboard, west end of Opelousas on eastbound 190, Louisiana.




Monday, November 2, 2015

Opelousas: Morning Glories



Morning glories, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.


I visited Briskett Baskett on North Market Street the other day and saw these sweet morning glories in the back yard. Technically, I think they are in the neighbor's yard, but let's not quibble.


Morning glories, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015


Friday, October 30, 2015

Opelousas: The Honey Comb Barber Shop

 
The Honey Comb Barber Shop, Highway 190, Opelousas, Louisiana.



Every time I passed this barber shop, which is on the west end of Opelousas, on Highway 190, I wanted to pull over to take pictures. Finally, I did so.


The Honey Comb Barber Shop, Highway 190, Opelousas, Louisiana.


I'm glad I did because there is a plan to repaint the barber shop, according to a gentleman who lives nearby. But maybe the new will be just as sweet as the old.


The Honey Comb Barber Shop, Highway 190, Opelousas, Louisiana.


I always smile when I think about men in barber shops, and also in local diners, where groups of them gather in the mornings after the first breakfast rush passes. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. Women take the rap for gossiping, but men are no slouches in this department.


The Honey Comb Barber Shop, Highway 190, Opelousas, Louisiana.


In the photo below, I like the listing of oils, lotions, and incense. A tradition of millennia, is it not? To soothe one's skin and spirit with tactile care.


The Honey Comb Barber Shop, Highway 190, Opelousas, Louisiana.


A ritual of self-grooming and social grooming that all of us living creatures seem to need.


The Honey Comb Barber Shop, Highway 190, Opelousas, Louisiana.



Monday, October 19, 2015

Opelousas: Magnolia Fruit


Magnolia fruit, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.


On the campus of the St. Landry Catholic Church, on the corner where Union Street takes a 90-degree turn, across the street from the "Turkey Neck Dinner" diner, is a magnolia tree.


Magnolia fruit, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.



In October, its fruit laid among the fallen leaves, mulch, and a bottle or three of pocket-size Seagram's.


Magnolia fruit, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

Magnolia fruit, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

Magnolia fruit, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

Magnolia fruit, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

Magnolia fruit, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.



Monday, September 21, 2015

Opelousas: Evangeline Downs - An Evening at the Races


Evangeline Downs, July 4th, 2015, Opelousas, Louisiana.


When I lived in Alamogordo, I was close to Ruidoso Downs, but I never went to a horse race there. I did go to Ruidoso Downs for the Cowboy Symposium and also checked it out when a sibling came to visit.

Evangeline Downs, July 4th, 2015, Opelousas, Louisiana.


On the 4th of July this year, I spent some time at the Louisiana Legends race(s) at Evangeline Downs. My first horse races. Glad I went; not especially enthusiastic about going again. I think I expected to see the movie version of such - rousing audience participation, with everyone in bleachers and box seats, arms in the air, exhorting their favorites to win. Fortunes won; fortunes lost.

Of course, there's way more to the horse racing world than what I saw. 

Evangeline Downs, July 4th, 2015, Opelousas, Louisiana.


There are so many stakeholders in horse racing, all with money or glory (preferably both) shimmering on the horizon. The actual winning of races. Horse owners. Jockeys. Jockeys' agents. Vets. Handlers, trainers. Track owners. Stable owners. Criminal agents. Stud services. Broodmare services. Breeding, in general. Feeding the horses. Real estate. Bettors. Handicappers. Vendors. It is an ecosystem.

I imagine horse racing - and betting on horse racing - has been going on since the time humans first domesticated horses. In Britannica's article here, we're taken back to Roman times, around 700 BCE. According to this source, horses were domesticated in the Middle East about 7000 years BCE. There's a good chance, then, that horse racing has gone on for almost 10,000 years. 

In North America, modern-day horses didn't arrive until the 1500s, brought over by the Spanish. I'm willing to bet that horse racing was already a practice among the Spanish and that Native Americans folded horse racing into their already-existing competitive sports.

I am of Swiss Mennonite stock on my father's side. One might think Mennonites are a staid group of people for the most part, and in some respects, I suppose that's true. But I hear tell my paternal grandfather, in his wastrel youth, raced horses in rural Ohio, probably around the time of the first World War.

The great Zydeco forerunner, Boozoo Chavis, grew up in a horse racing culture. From his 2001 obituary in the New York Times: " ...  Mr. Chavis invested winnings from a horse race on a calf and sold it as a heifer; he bought his first accordion with the profits. .." 

So horse racing is a cross-cultural tradition with a long history.

As with most activities, when gold or glory is at stake, devilment enters the picture. Three jockeys were arrested following the 4th of July races I attended, accused of race fixing.  More specifically: "willful rein pulling, and cheating, and swindling."

There's the subject of drugging race horses, with two examples here and here.

Here is a meaty article about stud services in Ireland: The Super-Studs: Inside the Secretive World of Racehorse Breeding. Although stallions can "cover" a hundred or more mares a year (if done the old-fashioned way), a mare can produce only one young'n a year. I say "only one," but the investment in the mare's physical and quality-of-life resources to get pregnant, support the pregnancy, feed her foal, and recover sufficiently from that to start the cycle over again, is prodigious. Here is an article that addresses a broodmare's quality of life: 5 Easy Ways to Improve a Broodmare's Life.

The Jockey is an engrossing piece of work (2013) from the New York Times, focusing on Russell Baze, a jockey in who has spent most of his career in Northern California. A couple of quotes: 
  •  Jockeys are easily replaced transient workers who frequently get blamed when a horse underperforms.
  • The winning owner collects 60 percent of the purse, with the next four finishers getting smaller slices. The winning jockey receives 10 percent of the owner’s share and gives his agent one-fourth of that. In a $10,000 race, a typical purse at Golden Gate Fields, the owner would get $6,000 and pay $600 to the jockey, who would in turn pay $150 to the agent.

In the video below, the horses leave the warm-up paddock and head for the gates:


  


 Slideshow below of my evening at the races:





And, of course, a race:





Related post: 

Louisiana: Plaisance: The Step 'n Strut Trail Ride, with reference and link to Connie Castille's documentary on Cajun and Creole history with horses (including racing) in South Louisiana, T-Galop.





Friday, September 18, 2015

Opelousas: Bottle Gourds at the Creole Heritage and Folklife Center


Bottle gourds in tree, Creole Heritage and Folklife Center, Opelousas, Louisiana. August 2015.

I was mighty impressed by the bottle gourds growing in this tree in the Creole Heritage and Folklife Center's back yard.


Wednesday, August 19, 2015

The Opelousas Massacre, Part 1: Massacre v. Riot

The anniversary of the 1868 Opelousas Massacre is September 28, though technically, the killings associated with this event took place over days.

Some accounts refer to the Opelousas Massacre as the "St. Landry Riot" or "Opelousas Riot." 

What is a "massacre"? 

Wikipedia authors present a thoughtful roundup of definitions, a couple of which I've excerpted below. The emphases in bold are mine:
Robert Melson's ....  "... the intentional killing by political actors of a significant number of relatively defenseless people... the motives for massacre need not be rational in order for the killings to be intentional... Mass killings can be carried out for various reasons, including a response to false rumors... political massacre... should be distinguished from criminal or pathological mass killings... as political bodies we of course include the state and its agencies, but also nonstate actors..."[5]

Mark Levine ... the murder of more than one individual, "although it is not possible to set unalterable rules about when multiple murders become massacres. Equally important is that massacres are not carried out by individuals, but by groups... the use of superior, even overwhelming force..." and he excludes "legal, or even some quasi-legal, mass executions."[6]
When I look at a list of events referred to as massacres, I can see that the number of people killed is not the most salient factor. We call some events a massacre when fewer than five people are killed, and we call some events a massacre when the deaths are in the hundreds or thousands. 


The reason I bring this up is because the accounts of people killed in the Opelousas Massacre vary from fewer than 10 to more than 300. I'm going to address these numbers later, but for now, I'm just making a note that the number of people killed, by itself, does not transform a "massacre" into a "riot."

This is important because calling an event a "riot" carries entirely different connotations than a "massacre."

What is a "riot"? 

The term riot implies reckless, violent, chaotic lawlessness. Indeed, here is a roundup of what constitutes a riot:

A disturbance of the peace by several persons, assembled and acting with a common intent in executing a lawful or unlawful enterprise in a violent and turbulent manner. ....

... There is never any justification for a riot. The only defense that can be claimed is that an element of the offense is absent. Participation is an essential element. Establishing that an individual's presence at the scene of a riot was accidental can remove any presumption of guilt. ....

 ... Private persons can, on their own authority, lawfully try to suppress a riot, and courts have ruled that they can arm themselves for such a purpose if they comply with appropriate statutory provisions concerning the possession of firearms or other weapons. Execution of this objective will be supported and justified by law. Generally every citizen capable of bearing arms must help to suppress a riot if called upon to do so by an authorized peace officer.

Massacre versus Riot

"Putting down a riot" is entirely different from participating in a massacre. The one has a protective legal cloak; the other is a travesty.  To call a massacre a riot is to trivialize and justify the actions perpetrated by one group against another.

Although in one account below, both sides use the word "riot" to describe the other, one only need look at the complete obliteration of the freedmen's campaign for voters' rights to see the ferocity of the assault against them. In my view, there's no question this was a massacre.

An account of the Opelousas Massacre by Judge Gilbert Dupre

On December 15, 1925, Judge Gilbert Dupre wrote a piece for the [Opelousas] Daily World. An excerpt related to the "riot" in Opelousas:

"... I am an antebellum product. I saw my father and [brother] take their shotgun and assist in putting down a riot in 1868. The men of St. Landry had returned from the tear-stained hills of Virginia. ... They accepted defeat [in the Civil War], but they never understood that to mean that their slaves should rule over them. The first attempt, which was the only one in St. Landry, resulted in the carpetbagger [Emerson Bentley] being horsewhipped from out the parish, the ringleaders among the Negroes promptly arrested and executed. This riot established firmly that, though our soul had been overrun, the spirit of our people was invincible. This occurrence in St. Landry had a far-reaching effect. It taught the people of the North and of the civilized world that the Negro might be emancipated but rule over the whites of the South he never would.  ... The result was obvious. The whites had but recently whipped the blacks into subjection, and [the blacks] had marched to the polls and cast their ballots for Seymour and Blair, rather than Grant and his running mate. ... "
 
Two accounts of the Opelousas Massacre, as published in the Sacramento Daily Union

But first: To clear up possible confusion by modern-day readers: During Reconstruction following the Civil War, the Republican Party encouraged the right to vote by African-Americans, while the Democratic Party opposed the African-American right to vote - unless they voted for the Democratic candidates. 

In 1868, the white population in St. Landry Parish (Opelousas) wanted Horatio Seymour to win the presidential election. The Democratic Party's tagline at that time was: "This is a white man's country, Let a white man rule".


"The St. Landry Riot" is an article published by Sacramento Daily Union on October 28, 1868, digitized for posterity by the California Digital Newspaper Collection. It includes the accounts of two individuals, one from each side. Note how both sides in this instance use the word riot to refer to the other side. I added hyperlinks for additional information on some references:

Truthful Account by an Eye-Witness. A trustworthy correspondent of the New Orleans Republican, who was in Opelousas, Louisiana, writes the following truthful account of the recent rebel riot :

Last Monday morning three members of the Opelousas " Seymour Knights " went to the colored school, on the outer edge of the town, and severely whipped Emerson Bentley, the teacher, who is also the English editor of the St. Landry Progress. 

The attack was made because of an article published by him giving an account of a Republican meeting in Washington, in which he said that some rebel spirit was exhibited by the Democratic organizations who met the procession at Washington, thoroughly armed and equipped. The account was true in every particular, which can be proved by over 500 persons who were at the meeting at Washington. 

Bentley was an active leader of the Republican party in the parish, and as the news of his being whipped spread over Opelousas, the freedmen began assembling, armed. But Bentley and many others told them to go back to their homes, and not to start any riot, which advice having been followed, apprehensions of a difficulty subsided. Bentley made affidavits against the three "persons who assaulted him, and warrants were granted for their arrest, the time set for the trial being three o'clock in the afternoon. 

At about 11 o'clock a. M. the rebels had assembled in strong force, armed with new guns, revolvers, etc., and, taking advantage of the return of the Republicans to their homes, they took possession of the town, and sent patrols to disarm the freedmen and capture the leaders of their party, who were obliged to conceal themselves or take refuge in flight, if they were lucky enough to get out of town. 

At about 11 or. 12 o'clock A. M. the same day a body of armed men went to the office* of The Progress to see Gustavo and Cornelius Donato, who were at the office, and told them that the town belonged to them (the rebels) and that if the radicals wanted to get possession of it they could do so only by riding over the bodies of the "peace-loving," " much-abused," " down-trodden " white people of the parish. 

They had captured a courier on the road to Washington, who had told that G. Donato had sent him to Washington to tell Sam Johnson to bring the Washington club, armed, to Opelousas ; but when this courier was brought face to face with Donato, he said that somebody had told him that Donato wanted him to go to Washington. At this juncture a courier informed the crowd at the Progress office that there was fighting at Hilaire Paillet's place, a short distance out of town, whereupon the crowd mounted their homes and rushed to the scene of action. 

The fight, as far as I was able to learn, resulted in the death of one white man and two or three colored and three or four wounded on both sides. The number of freedmen was about fifteen, headed by one Adolphe Donato, and they threw down their arms only when strong reinforcements of whites arrived. Adolphe Donato made his escape. On Monday night armed bands of men were sent over town to seek for the concealed Republican leaders. The Progress office was searched without success. 

One band went to the residence of Francois D'Avy, the acknowledged leader of the Republican party, and forced an entrance to lii- room where he was asleep. He was shot at while lying on the bed, but the assassins missed their aim. He fell to the floor feigning death, and the armed crowd started to leave. D'Avy leaped out of the window and ran through the garden. ' He was shot at again while running, and the ball grazed the side of his head near the ear, without inflicting serious damage.

D'Avy escaped, as did all the rest of the leaders of our party except Durand, French editor of the Progress, who has been in Opelousas twelve or fifteen years, but is a citizen of France, never having been naturalized. He was taken from his house on Monday night by armed men into the woods and was not seen afterward. 

All day Tuesday and the succeeding night the roads were strictly guarded, and persons were arrested and searched before they were permitted to enter the town. On Tuesday night the Progress office was again entered and the material was entirely destroyed. The type was thrown into the streets and the press broken. Two young men who were employed in the Progress office were advised by the rebels to leave, which they did on Wednesday morning by the boat. 

Violet, who is agent for the Freedmen's Bureau in St. Landry, fraternizes with and assists the rebels in their unlawful depredations. He was with the crowd that went to the Progress office to see the Messrs. Donato. The men who assaulted Bentley rode around town armed, and no attempt was made to arrest them. Their names are Mayo, Dixon and Williams. All is quiet now, but a strict watch is kept by the rebels to prevent an uprising.

Democratic Recital of lbe Dulcbery.

To complete the picture, we reproduce the Democratic version from the Bulletin of October sth, showing that the massacre of colored men in the outskirts of the town was horrible:

We learn the following particulars of the riot in Opelousas from Dr. Taylor, of that place, who was present at the time and an eye-witness at the terrible scene. 

Its origin is traced to an article published in a radical paper called the Progress, recently established there to disseminate Republican principles, to promote peace and good order in that part of the State, and to do the printing under the famous bill of the Legislature. 

The editor, Bentley, had misrepresented the official conduct of the Deputy Sheriff, an ex-Federal officer, and was called upon to publish a correct statement the following week. Instead, however, of making the desired retraction, the editor of the Progress only added insult to injury by publishing a still grosser libel than the first. Whereupon he was waited on by the injured party, who proceeded to administer a severe castigation in the way of a wholesome application of the cowhide to the tune of lashes. 

This performance took place in the presence of fifty of the negroes who were attending the school over which Bentley presided as dominie. The cowhiding of their preceptor naturally aroused their sympathies, and they set up such a howling as to cause the assembly of a gang of negroes about the schoolhouse, who proposed to commence the work immediately of cleaning out the people of Opelousaa. The time had come for work, and it was proposed to '* pitch in." 

Couriers were then dispatched to the plantations with orders to bring in all the negroes well armed. In a short time the whole town was almost entirely surrounded by these enraged negroes. A company of twenty-five white men then rode out to meet them, and to persuade them to disband. Before reaching the place where the negroes had congregated the whites were fired upon by a band of negroes who were ambushed. Five horses were killed, and the riders of four badly wounded. 

The whites then made an attack upon the assaulting party and killed every one of them, The whites, after being re-enforced, then rode into the crowd of negroes, who had assembled just beyond where the first attack was made. Upon their approach the negroes fired one volley and then fled. 

The whites then pursued them, and only desisted after killing all that they found with weapons in their hands. The next day the various plantations were visited, and the negroes were made to understand that unless they surrendered their arms they should be taken out and shot. This threat had the desired effect, and negroes from far and near brought in their arms, several hundred in number, ' and handed them over to the whites. 

During the disturbance the office of the Progress was gutted and the types were scattered to the winds. The editor was not to be found, and has not since been heard of. It is estimated that over 100 negroes were killed and about 50 wounded. The whites had four wounded, but none killed.


"The negroes were made to understand .." ... chilling words.


Friday, July 24, 2015

Opelousas: May flowers in Vieux Village


May flowers in Vieux Village, Opelousas, Louisiana. May 2015.

May flowers in Vieux Village, Opelousas, Louisiana. May 2015.


May flowers in Vieux Village, Opelousas, Louisiana. May 2015.


May flowers in Vieux Village, Opelousas, Louisiana. May 2015.

 
May flowers in Vieux Village, Opelousas, Louisiana. May 2015.