Well executed, a worthy tribute to those that still fight to make it work, and a scathing indictment of an uncaring and corrupt city government.
I grew up in New Orleans and still live in the suburbs. My father worked in New Orleans east about 3 miles from the park off Michoud, as did I for awhile. I still have my season pass from 2005 because I loved that park and had lots of great memories there.
I remember very well the smell of the water that inundated the east, gutting the building my father worked in, only to have hurricane Rita come through and flood it again just months later. I drove by that park every day as it sat in the blackest, thickest, most chemically polluted water I've ever seen, when they drained it it smelled like death.
It had its problems, but it was a nice facility, and I still contend that it was a great thing for New Orleans East. There are absolutely parts of the east that are dangerous, just like there are dangerous parts of most cities, but I never had any problems there and my family and I went often. The greatest tool for fighting crime is eliminating poverty, and I believe that the park could go a long way towards helping that part of the city not just by employing people at the park itself, but by bringing back customers for hotels, restaurants, retail, all the things that Katrina washed away. There is STILL no plan for the east and I strongly suspect that as long as Latoya occupies city hall that situation will not change. Even outside of TPC and Troy Henry's plans (which I'm glad you covered) they have had numerous proposals for ways to revitalize the park and the east I'm general but as long as we have a mayor that has one eye on Washington and the other eye on their bank account (something that Landrieu and Latoya have in common) we will not generate any momentum towards a solution.
All we can do is try to elect some leaders that want to lead in the future. I hope we get there. I love my city, and I love the people in the East. They deserve some help. Shame on the city for forgetting about them so they could work with contractors like the fly-by-night amateurs that attempted to build the Hard Rock hotel. I can't think of a better metaphor for why we are where we are than the images of that dead construction worker that was left in the rubble of that structure visible to anyone on the street for months on end.
We still have work to do, but we will get there.