Stereotypes of New Orleans
really, there are too many to list.
They drink, they party, they’re fat, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
People thousands of miles away judge us, think of us, stare at us, gawk at us, point at us and laugh—
they believe they know who we are from the television they watch,
they love to view us, like people at a zoo,
without real knowledge, they make speculations.
Now, we can say that they are wrong, but that would, in some ways, make us wrong too.
Because yes, some of us with very high blood alcohol levels slurp from tall, plastic, cups,
yes, some of us dance down Bourbon street on Saturday nights, and into Sunday mornings,
yes, some of us may have a slightly higher daily caloric intake than the average American,
Don’t the stereotypes have to come from some deep-seated truth?
Don’t we admit, to ourselves, when no foreigners are around…
that the large, stumbling man over there has had a little too much fun.
Bizzy, age 17