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Carville is good for a laugh but incorrect on his assessment.
The Orleans Levee Board remains an old institution that shuns publicity and openness in a state that has seen its share of corruption. In a 2002 lawsuit against the Board, they admitted to raising and spending their own capital funds through businesses they control including gambling.
Local levee boards remained, however, in charge of day to day inspection and maintaince of the levee systems in their areas.
How did the good-old-boy Louisiana patronage system work? Like this—local politicians would appoint relatives and close friends to the New Orleans Levee Board. This board had its own police, its own contractors, its own engineers.
How did the Board work? Something like this: Joseph Boudreaux (a fictitious name) would get appointed to the Levee Board. Boudreaux gave his son P´ti Joe a job as a levee board patrol officer. P´ti Joe would drive his nice new squad car up and down the levees, checking the water level and soil condition, reporting anything that needed fixing. Because things always need fixing, Boudreaux´s mother´s brother had a nice piece of land by the spillway with "real good dirt," and Boudreaux gave his Uncle Ronnie Robichaux a "lifetime contract" to supply dirt "real regular" wherever needed. Uncle Ronnie´s son Frank owned a truck and machine-leasing company, and Frank´s trucks and machines were used to move the dirt around; Uncle Ronnie´s nephew Grady owned the insurance company that insured all Frankie´s dirt-moving trucks and machinery, and also had all the insurance contracts on P´ti Joe´s "official" cars; and Grady´s uncle Marty owned a little plant nursery where Joseph could get a good deal on the St. Augustine and other sods used to hold the levee dirt together, so it didn´t erode. Marty made other decisions—whether to plant the grove of pines and cypress, the alleys of young live oaks, and what color oleander bushes should we put in between all that?
The levees were sometimes topped with long cement caps where you could sit, fish, and watch the water levels rise and fall. Marty had a cousin Edwin in the cement business who could put the whole thing together real cheap. And Edwin had flooded ten acres on his farm near Abbeville so that the ducks and geese were landing there in season, and every Boudreaux and Robichaux and everyone in between could all go hunting and fishing for free at the camp.
During these hunting and fishing trips, everyone got to know each other rather well. They traded social invitations, the wives got together and played bridge and talked about their children, who met each other, and sometimes fell in love and married.
What was the point of public service, folks sometimes wondered, if you couldn´t take care of all your friends and relatives?
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