About the Author

The Archivist of Bayou Elsewhere

What Happened to Louisiana?

I ask myself that more often than I’d like to admit. What happened to this place that once knew how to feed itself, clothe its people, and tell its own stories without looking to a coast for permission?

They say history is written by the victors—but here in the South, we’ve just let it rot on the vine. Or worse, we’ve polished it, shellacked it, and sold it at tourist stands like a mason jar of lost glory.

This blog is a correction.

Bayou Elsewhere is a place that could have been. And maybe still could be.
It’s where Reconstruction succeeded.
Where children read books in schools their great-grandparents helped build.
Where the air is thick with ghosts—some real, some of our own making.

This Isn’t a History Blog

It’s a living paper.
It’s a newspaper from a Louisiana that chose differently.

You’ll find:

• Alternate timelines — If you’ve ever wondered what would’ve happened if the South had picked redemption over revenge, you’re in the right place.
• Ghost stories — Because we’re not the only ones hanging on to the past.
• Society pages, obits, ads — Some true, some fiction, some just barely exaggerated.
• What we can do now — Real actions, local ideas, small-town sparks.

This is a place where Bernard Babtiste can speak from 1873, and a teenage girl in 2025alt can build a public garden in Bunkie.

Who Am I?

Call me The Archivist. I keep records of what was, what might’ve been, and what still could be. If you want facts, I’ll give them. If you want fiction, I’ll let you know—but you might not be able to tell the difference.

I’m writing this anonymously because some truths are safer that way.
But if you’re important enough to need to know who I am, you’ll figure it out.

Why Now?

Because I’m tired of waiting for someone else to do it.
Because there’s more of us than they think.
Because a better South already exists—it just needs to be named.

This is Bayou Elsewhere. A dispatch from the New Southern Standard. Welcome.