New Orleans Ok, you’re right. This is not a normal place to look for lifestyle tips. And, you’re thinking, hey, I was just in California, this will be some hippy-dippy baloney. Well, have it your way, but this was no hippy strategy but a small footprint sustainability system for living well on very limited income, and there was nothing laid back, California dreaming about it, because no small amount of it was not produced by hard work.
I stayed in Los Osos with Al Barrow, who had invited me to the Central Coast to understand and think with he and others about how to deal with a long standing water and sewer issue (see earlier blog). Almost as interesting as all of that was seeing how Al had taken his section 8 rental unit with no yard and made a couple of square feet here and there into virtually a farm plot.
There is no soil this close to Morro Bay and the spit. It’s all sand, so Al had to virtually build soil from compost and dirt garnered here and there. He had built his own version of greenhouses in several spots using discarded shower stall doors found here and there and picked up along the way. He needed to protect his tomatoes and other vegetables from the wind and weather. Around all sides was diatomaceous earth (recognizable as a white fossilized powder) to keep the bugs at bay. The corn in the back was already knee high by the 4th of July, and tassels were coming out. Inside the kitchen were large plastic buckets filled with harvested wheat. Yes, wheat! Al told me about grinding it out by hand to make his own raw oats for his breakfast oatmeal.
I was here to deal with water and it’s hard to talk about sustainability and small plot farming in this part of California without water. Al had rigged up a system on his washing machine outside so that he could recycle the used grey water to keep his garden growing. Pretty amazing stuff: low cost ingenuity.
Nothing in Al’s background would have prepared him for such small scale home-based farming. He had lived here and there throughout the west. Made livings as a Fred Astaire dancer and a lot of other things along a path that included going to Oregon to college and graduating about 40 years old, but what he had obviously learned along the way was how to “make do,” and that turns out to have been an invaluable set of skills and the evidence seemed to be cropping up everywhere around him.
New Orleans For decades Robert Caro’s Power Broker, a biography of New York City’s parks, ports, bridges, and roads czar Robert Moses, has been required reading for community organizers interested in understanding how power works in cities. Jane Jacobs of course was the author and planning aficionado best known for her advocacy of human scale community development. Roberta Gratz, our neighbor, wrote a book (The Battle for Gotham: New York in the Shadow of Robert Moses and Jane Jacobs) about their conflict some years ago and was going to give a lecture on how their shadows could still be seen on the New Orleans landscape, so it was bound to be an interesting hour at the Historic New Orleans Collection on Royal Street to hear her remarks.
I had been attracted to the lecture because I had thought she was speaking about shrinking city footprints, which is a critical organizing issue these days. That turned out not to be the real drift of Roberta’s remarks though it was fascinating to hear her point about a Brooklyn land survey finding more than 500 acres of undeveloped property in the city, making that amount larger than Prospect Park! The real sharpness of her critique was on the Moses-like attempts to create state authorities over local land use and development without any accountability.
She correctly drew direct comparisons in New Orleans to some of the controversial Moses strategies of public control that authorizes the Bio-District developing a so-called medical corridor for the new Veterans’ Hospital and replacement for Charity Hospital. The outsized footprint of the hospitals she argued would create a suburban-like city center competitor driving businesses and services out of the core central business district to the magnetized health facilities. She predicted that they would end up requiring subsidizes and would not deliver new jobs or enterprises as promised. The virtually all-white French Quarter and uptown crowd wildly applauded these remarks. They were equally enthusiastic about her critique of a newly state proposed Tourism District that would not involve the immediate planned destruction as the Mid-City hospital district had, but amassed $11 million for marketing that was seen as unnecessary and she warned that an unaccountable authority in the Moses-model could keep annexing more area and power having already claimed even the Treme neighborhood as part of its footprint. She argued that this district was little more than a hotel development stalking horse.
One of the key components of the Moses-model was the ability to control public revenue streams which Gratz did not mention. The authority may have been the Moses hammer, but the money from his ability to control bridge tolls and other streams provided the muscle that moved the tools. In a city where one of the proposals for renaming the local basketball team is to call us the New Orleans Poor Boys and in a state which is not hesitating in its guerrilla war against the city to transfer power and control, revenue is still the delimiting factor in plans no matter how grand.
Gratz had the dignified crowd whooping when she raised the Jacobs arguments against one current streetcar plan that would extend the line for tourists near the behemoth Morial Convention Center and not farther downtown along St. Claude in our Bywater neighborhood. She related an Jacobs-like development axiom: “…do it for locals, visitors will come…do it for tourists and the locals will leave eventually.” That’s worth thinking about some more. Another line about “authentic regeneration” is also intriguing along with a Jacobs term she cited about something called, “cataclysmic money,” all of which I need to consider longer and weigh harder.
The contradictions and ironies in the crowd were hard to avoid.
Gratz took incoming hits during the question period for her criticism of the cloistering of Armstrong Park and her comparisons to the earlier planning disaster of Grant Park in New York City. She made an interesting point about letting people decide by waiting to build sidewalks until it was possible to recognize the “desire paths” that people chose to walk.
She let the crowd off easily by not defining the passage of the Community Reinvestment Act as having been specifically passed in 1978 by ACORN and others to end racial discrimination in lending, but soft pedaling it more as something that moved the banks to lend more to neighborhoods. Also unspoken was the obvious points that might have lost her the support of many in this particular room had she pointed out the fact that nowhere is an unaccountable and undemocratic state control in the city in more dramatic evidence than the usurpation of the local school system which still goes largely unchallenged and in power almost eight years after Katrina.
Nonetheless, anyone listening carefully would be hard pressed to escape the conclusions and the dire warnings that hung from Roberta’s words at almost every turn.