Recently, I took a trip back
to New Orleans and, while there, I had occasion to visit “The Backstreet
Cultural Museum.” I can’t take credit
for the visit because it wasn’t my idea and I’m embarrassed to say that I had
never been there before; it was entirely my companion’s idea (as usual, she hit
it out of the park). The museum is
located in the Farborg Marginy neighborhood and occupies the old Blandings
Funeral Home. Mr. Sylvester had been an
employee of the establishment for several years and, when the owners retired,
they left the building to him (he still lives on the second floor). An icon of the city, he’s literally seen it
all and the central corridor proves it with countless photos and stories. The museum itself is dedicated to the
preservation of black New Orleans culture, society, and history. When you walk in, you find two main rooms; to
the left are exhibits about the social aid and pleasure societies as well as
all things concerning “Second Line” parades. To the right, everything New
Orleans Indian including several donated costumes. When we arrived, we walked past a group
talking on the corner and it wasn’t until after we entered that we turned
around and found one of the men we had just passed standing before us who introduced
himself as Mr. Sylvester and informed us that, while there was no admission
fee, there was an $8.00 “cover charge” (you HAVE to love a city with a museum
that treats itself more like a nightclub!). We were then invited to look around
and ask any questions we might have but it didn’t take long for Mr. Sylvester
to begin speaking about that which he loves most.
On the Indian side he began
talking about the history of the New Orleans Indian Tribes, their story, and
what they stand for. Part of the speech struck me to the point that I tried to
write it down later that day so as not to forget. I’m sure that I’ve probably left something
out, but here goes;
“So you got Uptown (Tribes) and Downtown (Tribes);
Uptown don’t like Downtown and Downtown don’t like Uptown. When two chiefs agree to come out (to meet),
Uptown know he don’t got it, so he go to the next apron or chest piece, he know
he still ain’t got it, so he go on to the next (one); he got like maybe four or
five chest pieces and aprons one on top of the other, but he still ain’t got it
because those aprons and chest pieces are like paint by number and anybody can
do that, they ain’t three dimensional; not creative. Also, when you got that
much on your outfit, it weigh like 80 pounds and you can’t dance in it. With
Downtown, it start with a single little patch each year and builds out from
there, all done by hand and in three dimensions, creative.”
On a more esoteric note, this
same principle can be applied even before a conflict begins and can often
diffuse a fight before it begins which is a good thing since I often find
myself fighting to keep from falling back into the whole “hulk SMASH” mentality
that was drilled into me for so many years at different dojos and law
enforcement academies. I can attest to
the ability of the principle working from personal experience in my job as a
law enforcement officer and finally understanding the difference between power
and authority which understanding is often sorely lacking in my field (a topic
for another post perhaps).
So the moral of the story, if
there is any? Start with the patch, be creative, think in three dimensions so
you won’t be weighed down and will always find yourself able to dance. Oh, and when in New Orleans, make a trip to
the Backstreet Cultural Museum, pay your cover charge, and visit a while with
Mr. Sylvester. He will talk as long as
you listen and I promise you a single word won’t be wasted.