“WWL-TV obtained Honore’s criminal history showing at least seven prior arrests on more than 25 charges dating back his first arrest for criminal damage to property at age 12.”
I don’t know that Soros has any impact on crime in New Orleans. It has always been a sewer, feral blacks commit horrible violet crimes regularly. The whole of city government is corrupt, including the police.
I worked in the city for about 4 years at various hospitals. I pulled one shift at Charity Hospital and refused to ever go back there. It was like a third world $hit hole. Oh the stories I could tell.
Seven arrests. Probably not caught for 10 incidents for each one he was arrested for.
Hey! Don’t be badmouthing the New Orleans PD.
From our Mardi Gras visit there in 2018, I have three police-related stories. I’ll keep them as brief as I can, while including pertinent details to give a full picture of events.
In the first, I asked a smartly-uniformed police captain for directions while I was somewhat inebriated and had an open adult beverage in my hand in the middle of Tchoupitoulas Street near our hotel. He was more than cordial, even friendly, and it was probably the most pleasant interaction with an officer of the law that I’ve ever had. Looking back, he may have been slightly inebriated himself, because I was struck by how casual he seemed. At the time, I chalked it up to the festive atmosphere of Mardi Gras, but became suspicious later, because he was just a little too friendly for a cop, based on my past experiences.
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Second, it was Sunday night before Fat Tuesday on Bourbon Street. There were drunken and/or stoned and/or half-naked revelers as far as the eye could see, and they were reveling. Suddenly, right in front of me, literally brushing against me, is a line of about eight of New Orleans finest, in helmets and leather jackets, riding through the crowd on horses.
I like horses, so, in my inebriated state, as they passed I gave each horse a friendly pat upon the buttocks. About the fifth or sixth cop in the line took offense to this, grabbed me by the shoulder and gave me a shove backward without saying a word. He looked young and inexperienced. None of the other cops seemed to mind my equine buttock-patting at all, and the line rode on by.
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The next day, we happened by a police precinct station in a fairly impressive, older, stone building somewhere on the southwest edge of the French Quarter. Prominently displayed was a banner advertising “T-shirts for sale!”.
So, we went inside and I asked the hardened, veteran officer at the desk where these t-shirts might be. He directed me to a line of several vending machines in the corner against the front wall. Displayed on the wall above the machines were samples of all the shirts available. One of them was for the New Orleans Police Mounted Unit, with a smart logo on the back of a rearing steed framed by a horseshoe.
Given my experience of the previous night, being shoved by the mounted cop, I bought that one. It’s a Hanes Beefy-T, made of quality material, dark blue in color. I have only worn it a few times, and I respect and value that t-shirt. Twice while wearing it, I have been asked if I am a member of the New Orleans PD. I have to reply negatively, of course, but then I relate the story of why I bought that particular shirt, and a good laugh is had by all.
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I understand and believe your allegations of corruption, because I don’t trust government at any level, and I don’t particularly like cops at all. But, their presence is necessary to an ordered society. As far as the NOPD goes, I have nothing but good to say, even though that humorless bastard shoved me away from his horse.
Thank you to anyone who real all of this. It’s probably my longest FR post ever. But that weekend was a great time and myself and my girlfriend love to relate stories from it to whomever is even marginally interested. Mardi Gras weekend in the French Quarter is something everyone should experience at least once in their life, and once is probably enough.