I read. A lot. Books and magazines and blog posts and newspaper articles, especially anything to do with New Orleans. Most of it is…meh. Occasionally, something comes along that just hits me.
Yesterday, what hit me was this post about the mistreatment of one little girl by a drunken
college boy fool jackass on the Muses parade route. (If you haven’t already, please read the post)
To say I was infuriated was an understatement. How dare this young man stoop to such a low level of crassness? Was it the alcohol? Was it false bravado because he was surrounded by friends? Was it just a lack of good old-fashioned home training? Or, maybe he is just a complete &*^#%$.
I shared the story on my Facebook wall, as did a huge number of other people. The collective outrage from us all was palpable. But there was more than that outrage.
There was also an outpouring of love for young Emily.
Offers of glittery Muses shoes, offers of a balcony to stand on next year, messages of support and love to this 11 year old and her mom who was heart broken for the pain her child was enduring.
It all culminated today when the Krewe of Muses, with less than 24 hours notice, held a party at their den, complete with costumes, throws, 610 Stompers, Rolling Elvi and glittery shoes. Check out the photos from the event here.
The spirit of Mardi Gras is alive and well and I’m honored to have virtually witnessed the ladies of Muses springing into action and surrounding this child with their love and compassion.
Kudos to them all.