The New Schools Venture Fund, a marriage of Silicon Valley entrepreneurs and forward-thinking philanthropists, held its annual, one-day meeting this week. Instead of gathering in the rarefied air of NoCal, however, the group this year convened in New Orleans, ground-zero for innovation bred by desperation.
The meeting was held in the plush oasis of the Ritz-Carlton, on the fringe of the French Quarter. As high-powered high-rollers Blackberried the day away, revelers on Bourbon Street, two blocks distant, strolled and drank their way through another day. The air on Bourbon Street is redolent of rotting trash, spilled beer and vomit, but that’s a topic for another blog.
The meeting produced cognitive dissonance on a couple of levels. First, hinted at above, is the bizarre disconnect between life in the French Quarter and the struggles of the rest of the city. One need only walk or jog a half-mile to see boarded up houses…
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