It’s that time of year in New Orleans: CARNIVAL TIME! And with carnival (yes, I call the season “Carnival,” and the final day of the season only “Mardi Gras.” My Maw Maw taught me right, after all. But I digress…) … Continue reading →
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I just got back from 6 days in beautiful North Carolina. The weather was cooler, but spring had begun with the Bradford pear trees in pristine white bloom everywhere and the grass beginning to turn shades of bright green. It was a regular work week for everyone in North Carolina unlike south Louisiana where everyone is off and enjoying our version of spring break. Because of that, it was quiet everywhere and the throngs of people rushing around trying to enjoy their time off during holiday was non-existent.
I told everyone I was leaving town for Mardi Gras and people were incredulous – why leave this is the best time of the year? Aren’t you going to miss all the fun? How are you going to blow off the proverbial steam? Well, I did get to blow off steam, but not by being raucous and inebriated like many do during carnival season. This trip did a world of good, and from the pulse of many here in New Orleans, I’m not the only one that left town for quieter destinations. Many people leave, maybe for warmer sandy climates, others to sink their feet and skis into powder, and still more head out to camp and commune with nature.
Having been born and raised here, I was paraded out in costume as an infant, rode in truck parades as a toddler, and was hoisted up on many a shoulder as a child. I remember going to parades ambling down St. Claude Avenue and parades that marched through the French Quarter, trying to dodge the dripping kerosene that flowed from the flambeaux while illuminating the architecture of the Quarter and the underbellies of majestic oak trees. Those images are burned in my brain, and when I am feeling left out of the Mardi Gras spirit I can always look at them in my mind reminiscing on all the fun and merriment. But for now I am creating new images as I travel and am taking advantage of the time off to do something new and different. I do however take comfort in the fact that when I do want to get down and dirty in the streets of New Orleans, Mardi Gras will always be there, waiting…
With regard to the Eris parade incident, rumors have been flying today and few verifiable facts have surfaced. As usual, the NOLA.com account of this incident is drawing a variety of opinions and reactions: New Orleans police and marching group clash Sunday night in Marigny
This incident reflects the general conundrum I’ve been considering during the past week: On one hand, the City of New Orleans’ Administration and the New Orleans Police Department do appear to be selectively enforcing laws; on the other, it’s a fact that many of our city’s citizens cherry-pick which laws they’ll choose to obey.
Does the lack of a parade permit warrant the use of pepper spray, stun guns, or batons? My response is an unequivocal “No.”
But I’d also like to ask, could this incident have been avoided? Maybe.
I do not doubt that many of the participants in the Eris parade spend a great deal of time creating beautiful and fantastical costumes, planning for the event, and composing original music to perform during the parade’s night of marching. That being said, why is it unreasonable to ask that someone in the organization crosses the T’s and dots the I’s by securing a parade permit and the required NOPD escort?
I learned today that the cost for a parade is $875 to meet the minimum requirements (a $275 flat fee for the parade permit and $600 for the required minimum of four NOPD officers to provide an escort and control traffic for the parade participants). It’s my guess that $10 per person marching/participating would more than cover these fees, or that the money could possibly be raised through a one-night benefit event at a local bar or club.
Accounts of the alleged violence perpetrated by the NOPD are being shared at lightning speed, however, I’ve yet to see any investigative effort with regard to reports of so-called parade participants dancing on parked cars, kicking over mailboxes, tagging and scratching cars, or throwing bricks and bottles (nor are these alleged acts mentioned in the NOLA.com story).
It has also been reported that six law enforcement officers were injured; is there more information available regarding the circumstances from which these injuries resulted? Has anyone seen or documented the reported damage to the two police cars? Has it been confirmed that all of the law enforcement officers involved were, in fact, NOPD officers? Where are the photos and videos documenting the reported incidents? Without these facts, the story is far from complete.
All things considered, I would like to learn more about what occurred before everything went sideways.
The Krewe of Eris was formed in 2005; its brief history also includes other clashes with law enforcement. I have to wonder, is this part of the Krewe’s modus operandi? (Simply put: Why is it okay to accuse the NOPD of repeatedly offending, while it seems that this recently-created krewe is somehow above reproach?) Why didn’t the parade disband on Sunday night when the crowd was told to disperse or when it reportedly faced a barricade?
It’s ironic. While researching the parade permit details earlier today, I had the pleasure of watching the Red Beans and Rice Lundi Gras parade cavort down my street, filling the block where I live with joy, color, and music (an organization that’s only in its third year of marching). I’d estimate that there were about 200 participants (with newcomers joining in as the parade flowed by); they were led by an unmarked, lighted police car and had three motorcycle/scooter cops controlling traffic (who facilitated the parade crossing N. Rampart Street at an intersection without a traffic signal). The presence of the NOPD officers did not inhibit the parade or its participants in the slightest.
With that in mind, I ask this final question: If the Krewe of Eris had obtained a permit and secured the required police escort, would the alleged threats to public safety and incidents of property damage have been as likely to occur? This one act of compliance could have been sufficient to deter those who may have been determined to be destructive instead of celebrating creativity. It is unfortunate the event’s founders did not act to protect its participants in this manner.
All those questions aside, I don’t see the artists and musicians as being the troublemakers in this incident; I am disheartened that they were caught up in the fray. If it is determined that the NOPD (or any law enforcement agency) used excessive force or engaged in unwarranted action, then I expect those officers to be identified and prosecuted aggressively to the full extent of the law. None should be exempt from being held accountable (regardless of occupation or avocation).
Mardi Gras – the biggest free show on earth – is truely a remarkable event. In New Orleans the season starts on Twelfth Night, aka Kings Day (January 6th) and runs through Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras day.
This year we are experiencing the longest Mardi Gras season in our lifetimes. I can’t complain, because that means a longer period to eat King Cake!
Come midnight this coming Tuesday there are going to be some people who feel as if they’ve partied since January 6th. The out of towners who come here to lose their identities for a weekend . And the young kids, like my 22 year old daughter, who want to be in the heart of it all, breathing it all in and hoping the drinks and parades don’t end early.
I used to be like that. I used to get up early and leave the house in Slidell by 6 a.m., come rain or shine to make sure we secured a spot on St. Charles Avenue. We sipped our spiked coffee, our coolers were full of beer and sandwiches, snacks and drinks for the kids. We were prepared for a day of fun. Mardi Gras music evokes such good memories of those days.
I’m happy to have made all of those memories. I have seen Mardi Gras from balconies on Bourbon Street, I’ve been in the crowds on Bourbon Street.
I’ve done Mardi Gras in Metairie and from the stands of Gallier Hall. I love the traditions of the Krewes of Zulu and Rex . The chance of seeing marching Bands like St. Aug’s Marching 100 and Southern University will always excite me.
I’ve never “shown my tits”. That’s for drunken tourists.
Now I am at the point in my life where I can let Mardi Gras go on without me. Not unike NOLA blogger Cliff. I can leave the parades and balls to the Carnival enthusiasts and celebrate the season in my own way. At home with a King Cake, Abita Beer, Zapps Chips and Popeyes chicken. No worries about traffic and DWI’s, trying to find a place to pee on Mardi Gras Day.
I wouldn’t ever move away from here, because Mardi Gras is only a small piece of the beauty and culture there is available in this tiny speck in the world.
I was recently asked my opinion about the “Police shutdown of Mardi Gras Costume sale ‘a real drag’” story posted to NOLA.com by several people who know that I work with the New Orleans Police Department as a volunteer community liaison. (This role was essentially conferred as the result of participating in and completing the NOPD Citizens Police Academy.) The story struck a nerve with the community-at-large; it warranted follow-up.
I emailed Captain Hosli, Commander of the NOPD 8th District, the jurisdiction where the infraction occurred, simply asking and commenting, “Were there complaints about the location and/or the event? The community perception is less than favorable.” I promptly received the following response:
I’m hearing lots about it as well. It was not done by officers assigned to the 8th District. The officers were assigned to City Hall in the Finance Department.
A press release is going to be sent out.
Captain Edwin Hosli Commander NOPD Eighth District
I was relieved to learn that the NOPD 8th District wasn’t responsible for this nonsense. However, the shutdown of this one event struck me as being oddly and astonishingly arbitrary.
I was surprised to receive a second reply from Captain Hosli later that evening, a forwarded response from NOPD Superintendent Chief Serpas regarding “the incident on Frenchman Street”:
Thank you for your email. There is more information available for your consideration. The following statement was issued today by the appropriate authorities: “We have heard from residents across New Orleans for the City to get serious about fairly enforcing laws when it comes to proper permitting and tax and fee collection. As part of standard enforcement sweeps during Mardi Gras, field agents with the City of New Orleans Bureau of Revenue issued a subpoena for the owner of the Blue Nile to appear at City Hall this week to be advised on how to obtain the proper permits and licenses so that the sale can happen in a lawful manner. The sale was asked to be moved inside the bar premises at time. However, at no time is vending permitted on City sidewalks. As we increase field agents in the Bureau of Revenue, we will continue to communicate with residents and business owners about the types of permits needed for these types of events.”
NOPD officers assigned to the Revenue Department issued one Summons, which included violations outlined for not having a manager on premise and for operating outside of their permit for the business location.
There’s a lot about this situation that doesn’t make sense to or sit well with me in general.
The story posted to NOLA.com isn’t objective journalism, nor is it an op/ed piece; in my opinion, it’s biased and sensationalized (while this might not bother other readers, it annoys me). I prefer my news straight up, without garnish.
Be that as it may: If the City of New Orleans is going after chump change like a one-day costume sale, what’s next — issuing citations to those who hold yard sales that happen to spill over onto a public sidewalk? Will they pull the plug on the French Market’s 28th annual “Mask Market” event next?
Rumor has it that New Orleans is expecting a larger-than-average crowd for this year’s “greatest free show on Earth.” Why does the city’s Administration assign police officers to the Bureau of Revenue during Mardi Gras,when potential threats to public safety could reasonably be expected to be the top priority for all on-duty law enforcement officers?
If this reassignment is deemed to be truly necessary, then why not go after property owners who are committing chronic and repeated violations that are shorting the city’s coffers of as much as tens of thousands of dollars in tax revenue each month during Festival Season, instead of being concerned about the permit status of a one-day-only costume sale event? (Hint: An NOPD officer has noted that there’s no process in place for even issuing citations to the big money law-breakers, so these violations remain unaddressed.)
The shutdown strikes me as going after the low-hanging fruit instead of tackling the big problems head-on with every available officer.
Chief Serpas made the time to appear on the news on the morning of Tuesday, 3/1/11. Speaking about the shutdown of the costume sale, he stated that citizens can’t pick and choose which laws they wish to have enforced, and that venues where alcohol is served are well aware that if the location is open for business, then it is required that a manager be present.
Chief Serpas also alluded to quality of life issues and community complaints; none of which were mentioned by Captain Hosli when I’d asked about complaints in my email inquiry.
As a resident of the NOPD 8th District, I don’t see an event that added a little more Mardi Gras mirth into the mix as being a priority of particular concern. Instead, I’d ask Chief Serpas to refocus on the quality of life issues and citizen concerns that occur year-round and have remained unaddressed for several years’ time.
What I’ve learned by asking a question about this incident is that, when it comes to distinguishing between priorities dictated by the city’s Administration (in my opinion the true force behind this enforcement effort) and the actions of the NOPD, public opinion matters more than fact.
We call for change and improvement on the part of our city’s law enforcement, yet the only acceptable response to the shutdown story seems to be, “It’s the NOPD. Again.” This time, however, it wasn’t — it was the City of New Orleans Bureau of Revenue taking officers off of regular patrolling duty to issue citations.
This knee-jerk reaction doesn’t sit well with me, either. Pay attention, people.
Here is a video of the “lovely Mrs. Kern” and her new husband, you can make your own call.
and here is the text of the Times Picayune article
Mardi Gras business royalty mired in Kern family lawsuit filed by son
Published: Friday, October 01, 2010, 7:05 PM Updated: Friday, October 01, 2010, 7:33 PM
John Pope, The Times-Picayune
Claiming that his father, the legendary Carnival impresario Blaine Kern, is no longer fit to run the business he founded 53 years ago, Barry Kern filed suit Friday with the hope of seizing control of the company that makes floats for many of the most prominent parading krewes, including Rex, Bacchus, Zulu and Muses.
The suit, filed in Civil District Court and assigned to Judge Michael Bagneris, depicts Blaine Kern Artists as a company in crisis. The Algiers firm has been unable to meet payrolls and repay loans, the suit says, and it has had to furlough employees. Within the past month, according to the suit, company checks have bounced.
Barry Kern lays much of the blame for the turmoil at the feet of Holly Brown Kern, 34, whom the 83-year-old Kern married in July. She is his fourth wife.
Since she came into his father’s life several years ago, the elder Kern’s expenditures on such items as houses, cars and entertainment “skyrocketed,” as did his debts, forcing him to ask for cash advances from the company, according to the suit.
“Barry Kern directly implored Holly Brown to stop badgering his father for more and more money, without success,” the suit says. “Instead, Holly Brown has manipulated her 83-year-old husband and largely alienated him from his family, friends, business associates and employees.”
In filing the suit, Barry Kern issued this statement:
“I love my dad and will continue to support him, but recent actions have forced me to respond to protect him, my family and our employees. Furthermore, we have an obligation to preserve the integrity of Mardi Gras and to ensure that it remains a world-class celebration of our rich culture and heritage.”
He declined further comment. His father did not return calls seeking comment.
Blaine Kern Artists has about 70 employees, and it provides floats for 21 parades, including those of Babylon, Muses, Hermes, Tucks, Endymion, Orpheus and Alla.
Barry Kern had been its president from November 1994 until Aug. 31. On that day, the younger Kern said in the suit, his father, the chairman of the company’s board of directors, announced that he was accepting a resignation that the younger Kern said he had not offered.
The elder Kern’s action came as a complete surprise, the suit says, because he “had never voiced any significant criticism of the service of Barry Kern.”
Moreover, Barry Kern claims, his father had no authority to sack him because, he said, that is something that only a majority of the company’s board can do.
Despite his contention that the firing was “unauthorized and unwarranted,” Barry Kern resigned on Sept. 15 because, the suit says, he had been shut out of participation in the company’s activities.
In a letter to his father, which is included in the suit, Barry Kern said it is “painfully obvious” that his father and his wife, whom he describes as “your former paramour,” “have been engaged in a course of conduct designed to undermine me and my reputation and are incapable of working with me in a rational, business-like manner.”
Relations between father and son have disintegrated, according to the suit, and attempts to patch up the situation have been futile.
Five days after Blaine Kern told his son he intended to force him out, he issued a letter saying Barry Kern was “terminated” as president and chief executive officer of Blaine Kern Artists and Blaine Kern Mardi Gras World, as well as “any other position with any companies that I am involved in,” according to the suit.
Since then, the suit says, he “has publicly disparaged Barry Kern to employees, customers and business associates … (and) misrepresented the role of Barry Kern and Blaine Kern Artists Inc. in prominent business deals, requiring the issuance of cease-and-desist letters.”
Before his departure, Barry Kern loaned the company “tens of thousands of dollars” to meet its payroll, the suits says. Since he left, the suit says, payroll checks have bounced.
However, Barry Kern says, his father has continued to receive money from solvent company accounts.
“Under Holly Brown’s influence, Blaine Kern . . . has used his recent control of (the company) to aggrandize his own financial situation,” the suit says.
The elder Kern furloughed employees on Sept. 21, claiming he couldn’t afford to pay them, the suit says, and the company has failed to make payments on loans and to the Internal Revenue Service.
“If the payments are not honored, (the company) may be saddled with penalties and interest,” the suit says, adding that the company “lacks sufficient cash reserves to operate for any significant period of time” and that Blaine Kern owes Whitney National Bank “in excess of one-half million dollars on a commercial note that has matured.”
Based on these developments, the suit contends that the elder Kern is unable to operate the company.
Barry Kern is asking the court to appoint a receiver to take over the company and its property. He also wants the court to force his father to show the authority he has to control Blaine Kern Artists “and ultimately to declare that he has no such authority.”
Blaine Kern was an artist’s son who painted a hospital mural to cover his mother’s medical expenses, according to the suit. It caught the eye of the captain of the Krewe of Alla, who hired the young man and his father to build Alla’s first float in 1932.
He moved on to design increasing numbers of parades and to build his business. Along the way, he acquired the moniker “Mr. Mardi Gras.”
While Blaine Kern was the company’s “artist, dreamer and visionary” and public face, day-to-day operations were taken over by, among others, Barry Kern and Jerelyn Hall “Pixie” Naquin, a precise, detail-oriented woman who rose from secretary to executive vice president during her 47 years with the company.
“I was the puppet, and Pixie was the puppeteer,” Blaine Kern said in an interview earlier this year.
But her health began to decline as she battled cancer. Naquin, whom the suit describes as a “voice of reason,” died in June.
As Naquin’s influence diminished, Holly Brown started taking over not only Blaine Kern’s finances but also, in 2009, company accounts, the suit says.
You know when your mamma told ya “the older you get, the faster the time flies”? It’s true. Oh, it’s sooooooo true. Mardi Gras has come and gone and now, and from the comments I see on the social sites, everyone is either sick or tired which tells me is everyone partied their butts off and I daresay they would all swear it was worth it.
I was sick for the two weeks leading up to Fat Tuesday so I missed watching grown adults fighting for plastic beads at the parades (Yeah, that’s bitterness talking.) but I did make it on Fat Tuesday. I went to my BFF”s place in Bywater where we went to a couple of house parties then met up with other friends and walked with the Krewe of St. Anne to the quarter. Part of the fun was that everyone wanted to take my friend’s picture because of his very unique costume (See it here.) and he got lots of hugs, high fives and yells of “Jew Dat!” We stopped at Cafe Rose Nicaud along the way for some hot coffee and muffins to warm up. (Stronger beverages came later.) What a cute little place it is! I highly recommend their carrot-ginger muffins and have had a severe craving for more ever since so it’s on the agenda for my next visit out that way.
I saw The Bourbon Street Awards for the first time – well, in between hordes of people, that is – most with some kind of wild head gear on which is reeeeeeely bad for short people behind them. All the costumes were fantastic but I think K&B man was my favorite – you can kinda, sorta see him here.
There were so many, many wonderful costumes to be seen making Mardi Gras a shutterbug’s paradise. Here are a few shots I took of some of the beautiful, colorful and creative costumes I saw on women Tuesday. We did ourselves proud, girls.
You think it’s not for you, this Mardi Gras thing. Maybe you don’t see yourself as much of a drinker. Maybe you’re a little put-off by the whole girls-gone-wild thing; you weren’t the type to want to do Spring Break in South Beach even when you were in college. So you figure that Mardi Gras isn’t for you. And also? That city? New Orleans? Well, you saw the pictures and heard the stories and it’s a mess. You can’t figure out why people would even want to live there, let alone visit.
You’ve thought at least some of those things, I feel certain. I fully admit that until I moved here, I thought THE VERY SAME THING. Actually, both Paul and I did. And now we can say that we were very wrong.
New Orleans is an absolutely fantastic place to be, especially during Carnival season — and especially for families. As an example, here is our family, enjoying parades this past Sunday morning. Music, laughter, conversation, floats, horses, football, dancers, prizes, and of course, beads.
Flambeaux originated a century and a half ago to light the floats in night parades. Indeed, the first Flambeaux carriers were slaves and free men of color, that held lights which lit the way for the floats and night parades before there were electric streetlamps able to gather light in such focus that it would enable crowds on the routes to adequately see the style and fancy, of the parades. / From History of the Flambeaux
“We sure did win the trifecta this past weekend. New Orleans elected a new mayor without having to go to a run off, the Saints won the Super Bowl, and we’re in the thick of Mardi Gras. Its a fabulous time to be a New Orleanian right now!”
It’s Carnival time and King Cake is probably the third most popular topic in New Orleans behind The Superbowl and the parade schedule. Everyone has a favorite King Cake, be it traditional or filled, baby or babyless (blasphemy!), with little icing or deeply slathered. Well, ya know, the best is from Gambino’s, Haydels’, Antoines’, Frances’, Rouses, the old McKenzie’s (now available at Tastee Donuts locations locally) and, of course, Randazzo’s…..to name a few.
Chances are that not every New Orleanian has actually tasted King Cake from every bakery in the city which means there is cinnamon-laced deliciousness yet to be discovered. But guess what? You can taste cakes from all over the city on one night in one place, thanks to NOLA Eats.com.
So if you’re in the quarter (or even if you’re not) be sure to stop by and take advantage of having so many of New Orleans’ fine King Cakes just waiting to pass between your lips with a healthy swig of whatever your preferred libation may be.
What: NOLA EATS’ Second Annual King Cake Party
When: Saturday, February 6, 7:00-9:00 PM
Where: Craig Tracy – Painted Alive Gallery, 827 Royal Street
Also be sure to visit YatCuisine for the results and story behind a Randazzo King Cake blind taste test Tweet-up held at BSI Comics. Sticky, yummy fun!
Today is a special day ~ it’s the Epiphany, St. Joan of Arc’s 598th birthday and the first official day that New Orleanians can safely eat King Cake with approval. (Go for it, Amanda!) Tonight will mark the first of the parades of Carnival season in New Orleans including the 2nd annual St. Joan of Arc parade which begins on Conti and ends at the St. Joan statue on Decatur.
This year the parade will be lead by a local young woman, the winner of The Krewe de Jeanne d’Arc’s contest for French-speaking students. The young woman’s identity is unknown and will be revealed at parade-time. At the end of the parade revelers will celebrate St. Joan’s birth with a party at the foot of her statue.
I have missed you terribly. I have been patiently waiting for your return since you left me in March, jolted by having to adjust to not having you around for breakfast or an afternoon snack. The time of year has come again and we will be reunited, you looking as delicious as ever covered in sticky goodness and your signature purple, green and gold. There have been other comforts since you – chicken and dumplings, Peanut butter cups and hot chocolate – but you will always remain my favorite.
I can’t wait to see you in two days!
Love,
Amy
P.S I never cheated on you once with that harlot of a Saints cake they tried to pass off as your substitute. Not once!