An amusing and mocking piece linked below written by a local writer lamenting the loss of free access to St. Louis #1 and how it results from our “clickbaiting of history.” Of course, his title aligns him as a user of that same system, and so he is awarded props for his excellent use of irony, which I am sure he meant.
I love how this guy writes, even if I don’t always follow his line of reasoning; after all, he points out how more than 50 years ago, hippies had their free access and fun there too. I prefer to lay the blame at the marble feet of the patriarchal institution that has activated the locking of the gate without a great deal of effort to reduce the littering of tombs before hauling out the padlock.
The truth is, we live in a time where little respect is paid to the past by those who happen by or even by many of those entrusted with their care. Whether one believes that the lack of respect comes from the increasingly informal, chaotic communication age that we live in or from those damn hippies (whom I admire and honor as a child of the late 60s and early 70s) or someone else, the sad truth is the Catholic Church has made a high-handed decision that probably won’t end the vandalism but will limit the viewing of those who love history.I’d prefer to do what we do in the Quarter proper: be the eyes on the street that we promised to be and to stop nonsense from happening by stepping in when safe to do so, or to create more security if necessary rather than shuttering one of our places. St. Louis #1 is not the only cemetery in the U.S. with this issue and yet it is one of the few that just made access only possible (as Wayne writes colorfully) “behind a paywall;” as a matter of fact, THAT does seems like clickbaiting to me.
And the sign said anybody caught trespassin’ would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house, “Hey! What gives you the right?”
“To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in”
“If God was here he’d tell you to your face, Man, you’re some kinda sinner”
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?