From the sweeping veranda of her Garden District home, Laura Claverie likes to sip a long cool drink with the well-liquored ladies of the New Orleans Junior League and imagine a time when the help will be as well-behaved and attentive as those staring and chanting children they have just visited over at KIPP Central City on the other side of the expressway, you understand.
As a Southerner myself, I am quite familiar with the bored and preening privilege of the Junior Leaguers, those ladies whose husbands control enough wealth in their respective communities that their Christian women, between breast implants, spa treatments, and
