Friday, April 12, 2002

This is a cajun,
Kaleb Trahan, musician.




This from Thursday's TP. Cajun Taliban? Not so fast, cher

By Ron Thibodeaux
Staff writer/The Times-Picayune


It's not unusual to find New Orleanians wrongly portrayed as redneck Southerners by moviemakers and television producers. In the latest twist on Louisiana stereotypes, some national media this week began referring to Baton Rouge-born Taliban suspect Yasser Esam Hamdi as "the Cajun Taliban."

Keepers of the Cajun culture flame across Acadiana were not amused.

First the ABC Radio Network and then Time magazine were peppered with phone calls and e-mail Tuesday and Wednesday from bona fide Cajuns determined to set the record straight.

It all started late Tuesday morning when a Lafayette radio station broadcast an ABC Radio Network national news report on the transfer of Hamdi from Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, to a Navy brig in Norfolk, Va. In the report, Hamdi was referred to as "the Cajun Taliban." Authorities have said Hamdi, 22, left Louisiana for Saudi Arabia with his family when he was 2 years old.

Within a few hours, the network headquarters in New York had gotten enough complaints from Louisiana listeners that it dropped the label.

"I told them, ‘You can say that if you want to, although I do find it insulting, but beyond that, it's inaccurate,' " said historian Shane K. Bernard, archivist for McIlhenny Co., maker of Tabasco sauce in Avery Island. "The fact that this fellow was born in Baton Rouge did not make him a Cajun.

"I explained to them that Cajuns are a federally recognized ethnic group; we've been declared an ethnic group by the federal courts. We're counted as a specific group by the U.S. Census Bureau," Bernard said.

Warren Perrin, a Lafayette lawyer and president of the Council for the Development of French in Louisiana, also got involved Tuesday, making calls, e-mailing ABC Radio and spreading the word about the cultural faux pas to officials of his organization and many others in the Cajun renaissance movement. When he got home Tuesday night, Perrin found that the latest edition of Time magazine referred to Hamdi as a "ragin' Cajun" in an article titled, "Taliban From the Bayou."

Bright and early Wednesday, Perrin was back on the phone, tracking down the Time writer, who said he used "Cajun" as a generic term.

Can't do that, Perrin told him.

"At that point, he apologized for being so out of the loop on cultural awareness in Louisiana, being from up north and all," Perrin said.

Perrin fired off a letter to the editor of Time in which he admonished the magazine. Then he waited for the evening news.

"I hope it's not picked up by anyone else," Perrin said. "The battle continues."


I can't believe that this story got by an editor at Time! I haven't seen the print version of the magazine, (I stopped reading it years ago when they started looking more like "My Weekly Reader"), but the online version of the article does not now use the word cajun. The ignorance displayed here is dismaying. It's no wonder that we have so many problems with our perception of people in other countries, when we don't even know our own.

Of course, we shamelessly market anything here in Louisiana as "Cajun". Chef Paul Prudhomme made just the right pitch when he sought to introduce his native cuisine to the country. In a relatively short time, Cajun was the thing and clueless chefs everywhere in the country were happily burning meats and fish over seasoned with cayenne pepper and who knows what. It was more than the "culinary fad of the year", it went strong and wild for a decade, and it's still very popular. It caught everyones imagination, and that's the problem; people were excited about it, but they didn't really know anything about it. When the chain restaurants and the fast food places started offering cajun this and blackened that all hope was gone for any real popular understanding of the cuisine and unfortunately for the people who lived this rich style of cooking.

There's a very unique culture here; the Cajuns were originally French colonists from Canada, known then as Acadians. When the British took over Canada, the Acadians were kicked out and they came to Louisiana and settled in the bayous of southern Louisiana where their decendants now live, many of them still speaking a version of the French language. The cuisine that developed was a product of the French heritage, the hot climate and the rich variety of local ingredients, with an emphasis on seafood. Because they settled in a relatively remote area, their culture and the cuisine was not overwhelmed by the French Creole influences of the big city of New Orleans. It stayed fairly pure and largely unknown for years until Chef Paul came along and brought the media attention to it, with the usual media tendency to distill the essence of a culture to a few easy words.

The culture is still alive and there are many groups dedicated to preserving it. What I know about Cajuns comes from what I've read, of course, but also from the Cajuns that I've known... A friend of mine used to bring his mother into the gay bar where he worked on his days off. He told us not to worry what we said in front of her, because she refused to speak or understand American English. They spoke to each other only in Cajun French. (He told me that she understood English fairly well, but since she pretended not to understand it, it was her own problem if she heard something that she didn't like. She was pretty fiesty, (just like her son); she liked all the "dirty jokes" and it became a contest to see who could get her to laugh...) And a Cajun accent in bed is a powerful thing...



Other matters...
The network is still working very well. The laptop is connected and can move around the house some. It has a cam attached to it, which greatly extends the range for cam pics. Not sure what I'll do with it yet...








Tuesday, April 09, 2002

What's been going on?

I haven't updated the journal for a few days for a number of reasons, some of which will be covered in this entry.

First of all, last Thursday Robert and I decided to network all our computers and share the DSL line. So we hopped into the car and went out to BestBuy and picked up a router and 50 feet of cable, (to reach across the alley to his place). We already each had NIC cards and I had some cable, so that was all we needed. We got back and looked everything over, but then it was time for me to meet Ken and Kurt at The Phoenix for before dinner drinks.

So off I went. It was only 3 PM, but before dinner drinks can take some time in New Orleans... We had a few at The Phoenix and then headed out on foot to Kurt's house where we were having dinner. On the way, we stopped at Bud Rip's, a lovely old NO neighborhood bar that probably looks the way it did in the 40's. The tin ceilings and the bar are original, the atmosphere is great. This place was where all the sports writers went in the 50's and one wall is covered with celebrity pictures. During the day, the bar is sparsely populated, the TV sets are on and the drinks are cheap. At night, it's a different story; the place has been discovered by the local youth. Anyways, we had a few more drinks.

Ken and Kurt at Bud Rip's


As you can see from the picture, Ken has grown a beard. Kurt, who usually has a smile on his face, looks just like he does in every photograph ever taken of him. For some reason, he prefers to look like an angry psychopath whenever a camera is aimed in his direction. While we were there, the bartender served some chips and cheese doodles on a white paper plate. Then, it was time to get to Kurt's house two blocks away.

A new street sign had been recently installed.


Yes, they installed it upside down! Well, it's not like it was spelled wrong... We got to Kurt's house. He has a beautiful shotgun style house with all the fireplaces and architectual details you could want and it's decorated with collections of odd and wonderful old things. But before we ate, Ken had to cut Kurt's hair, so we grabbed a few beers and went out to the yard. Then, it was time to eat. Kurt made a real solid local dish; a crawfish and merliton casserole that was faulous! On the way home, Ken insisted on stopping at The Phoenix for after dinner drinks, of which there were several.

Finally, I got home. Robert was still up, so he brewed a pot of coffee and we started to set up the network. (He had run the cable over while I was drinking, er eating dinner). Now, I may not have mentioned this before, but I didn't really know anything about setting up a network. (I do now...hehe). I finally gave up around 7AM. I slept a lot Friday, for some reason, and only got about two hours of research done on the network question. Saturday, I woke up and immediately knew what to do next. By the evening, I had us all hooked up to the DSL line, (This was a good trick because Bell South offers no tech support for it.), but the computers didn't "see" each other like they should on a network. I finally figured that out on Monday. During this whole time, there was the usual constant rebooting of the three computers, (it gets so boring..) and they had to be disconnected from the DSL line while I was figuring everything out. It took hours and hours, but now I know how to do it. And it works really well. This is the first time Robert has had a broadband connection and he has been busy trying to download the entire web... I sort of didn't want to look at a computer for a while.


This didn't happen Monday.


The picture is from last spring, but we will have some flooding sometime this spring as well. I thought it was going to happen Monday. An enormous front came through in the early afternoon with 60 MPH winds, two inches of rain in an hour and wild thunderstorms that produced a record number of tornadoes and water spouts. The temperature dropped 30 degrees in 5 minutes. But the really bad stuff only lasted an hour, and my neighborhood was spared the worst. It was a little scary, because it looked like we were going to get slammed.

The sun came out this afternoon and everything is back to normal.

Tomorrow, there's an interview in the morning and then we go to make groceries afterwards.

And that's it.