I Got Shot in New Orleans
I was attending a “second line” street parade in New Orleans on Mother’s Day when pistol shots rang out just a few feet behind me and the crowd quickly scattered. The shootings sent 20 people to the hospital. I was lucky: I only got shot in the leg, and since the bullet miraculously didn’t hit any arteries, veins, nerves or bone, the doctor decided to leave it in there. Alas, another journalist, Deborah Cotton of the local weekly paper, “The Gambit,” was much more seriously wounded, eventually losing a kidney in surgery. But I refuse to allow this deplorable incident to turn me against the magical, essential city of New Orleans. And, as I argue in this piece for The Nation, you shouldn’t make that mistake either. America needs a New Orleans that works. http://www.thenation.com/article/174325/i-got-shot-new-orleans/.