there was always violense down there. my son went to school there and said you can't walk at night because they will jump you. Happened to his friends alot.
At Mardi Gras 1989, in broad daylight, a gang of thugs started pawing at the private regions of the females in our company of 8. When I started at them I got a pistol in the face for my troubles (luckily he did not shoot me). We barely got out of their with our lives, because I had the audacity to stand up to them. When I told a cop he shrugged his shoulders. I have not set foot in that diverse city since that day, and would not do so again. That experience left a lasting impression on me.
>>>there was always violense down there. my son went to school there and said you can't walk at night because they will jump you. Happened to his friends alot.>>>
I had to stop in the middle of the night going through NO to get gas once. The lady at the gas station behind the bullet proof gas looked at me and said in a worried voice, glancing around, "You need to hurry back to your car, NOW". I felt like wolves would come out of the shadows and ran back to my car, locked it and never looked back at NO.
Oh yeah, and it stunk there too.