He wasn’t quite ready then to put it up in bright lights. With the passing of his father Editilla has given the world a glimpse of what it was like in New Orleans after Katrina. His story, like is so many others is incredible:
The last cogent conversation I had with Pop was from a pay phone in the French Market, during the Flood, I think the day or so after the Produce Company had exploded atop a 200 year old toxic waste dump a few blocks from my studio, and sometime after I had fought another man in the dark dark with a two foot long sword. It is hard to say what day it was, but it was so hot……
No cell phone towers within a hundred miles yet these old pay phones that Huey P Long installed still worked. So I called home. After getting the rest of the screaming family off the phones, I began to broach the issue with my father of my last wishes etc.
It took a second, since Pop was still under the impression that “this can’t be happening in America”.. that people wearing a uniform meant something and I just needed to go find them and get out of there.. that our country, his country.. well whateva… Continue reading “I once asked our good friend Editilla if we could post his Katrina experience”