Hillel Aron – Hillel@thenativeangeleno.com
Richard Rushfield – firstname.lastname@example.org
Stacey Grenrock Woods
They are Native Angelenos.
So we were sitting around the other day in the Native Angeleno bunker when someone plopped a question down on our formica: who was it that broke the back of the camel of our once great city?
After objecting that, technically speaking Los Angeles was really more of a llama than a dromedary, we puzzled over the question. There were plenty of suspects.
Was it the politicians, the contractors and the public employees unions who bankrupted the state? The media who were too absorbed with their own demise to notice? The entertainment industry who ran their business in a manner that made Wall Street blush with envy (All the while playing our big cool friend in jeans)? The intellectual and artistic communities, who were determined to make the culture of Los Angeles as remote and hostile to the general public as they possibly could? Our young people who turned turned their back on everything but tributes to their own preciousness? Our absentee business community?
We hashed the question out and three hours, a few broken bones, many hurt feelings, two shattered egos and a divorce or two later, we realized that with a line-up of suspects like this, we might never know who killed LA, but, we also realized that there was work to be done.
We know the rules. A website about Los Angeles is supposed to be about the search for the cutest artisanal tamale stand made of sustainable vegan bamboo. Or it can be a website devoted to kissing up to talent agents, deputy editors, chefs, curators, hoteliers and dead buildings.
This is not one of those.
But we need your help. Anyone who has a story to tell about their workplace, their boss, the way they’ve seen this city run: email@example.com your friend. Confidentiality protected upon pain of death. Bring us your memos, your horror stories, your daily nightmares. We want to share. The Truth will find its way to the light of day after all.Unlike the rest of you, Native Angeleno has no home to go back to. When this city falls into the Ocean, we fall with it. Until then, happy reading.