A New Orleans Neighborhood Confronts the Racist Legacy of a Toxic Stretch of Highway
Aside from a few discarded hypodermic needles on the ground, the Hunter’s Field Playground in New Orleans looks almost untouched. It’s been open more than nine years, but the brightly painted red and yellow slides and monkey bars are still sleek and shiny, and the padded rubber tiles feel springy underfoot.
For people who live nearby, it’s no mystery why the equipment is in relatively pristine shape: Children don’t come here to play.
“Because kids are smart,” explained Amy Stelly, an artist and urban designer who lives about a block away on Dumaine Street. “It’s the adults who aren’t. It’s the adults who built the playground under the interstate.”
