To my friends from Mexico who have come to New Orleans for opportunities in reconstruction, let me tell you that from my experience with New Orleans hegemony, you are now the new Blacks (to put it gently), and you are in for a world of oppression. Welcome to the US amigos, and I am sorry that you will have to endure. Enough said. For all this rambling, telling you about my time in the Big Easy, there is one thing that is obvious. There is a travesty in the United States, far more important than the Iraq War, and that is epitomized by a mise en scene I experienced this morning. I was driving down devastated Rampart Avenue past the old Sanger Theatre, and there was a lone empty beer bottle in the median. New Orleans is America’s whore; the first one you’d love to party with, and the last to call when she’s pregnant or in jail. And even though she is in a slow revival, understand that her underclasses are not rebuilding as fast as the other parts…