For some, Tabby’s had been a reminder of a crude past, best forgotten. The demolition would be a victory for moralist and old-time racists, who from the start, never approved of our risqué interracial late-night Hoodoo Parties. I was sixteen when dad founded the club in 1979 to reclaim Louisiana’s blues heritage. Over the years, the Blues Box had become an iconic hall representing a slice of Americana. Through the power of music and dance, Tabby’s helped to bring our segregated community from Post-Civil Rights era race riots to the door of America's promise and Martin Luther King's dream. Despite its significant cultural impact, the club could not cross the threshold of time and enter the promise of a new millennium. On the eve of its demise, it was evident, that sometimes, the past must remain in the past.