Thursday, September 08, 2005

DEATH MARCH OUT OF NEW ORLEANS

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By Elaine Meinel Supkis

Stories about the horrors of being trapped in New Orleans continue to pour out. Some are significant because they detail exactly how we intend to treat all our major cities in either a nuclear war or massive terrorist attack. Note very carefully how American citizens are handled by the authorities.

Earl's Radio Weblog:
Bradshaw and Slonsky are paramedics frorm California, who were attending a paramedics� conference in New Orleans, staying in the French Quarter, when the hurricane hit. Afterward, they were in the same situation as other survivors in the city: no food, no water, no transportation, and no help from the outside world: Story link

We decided we had to save ourselves. So we pooled our money and came up with $25,000 to have ten buses come and take us out of the City. Those who did not have the requisite $45.00 for a ticket were subsidized by those who did have extra money. We waited for 48 hours for the buses, spending the last 12 hours standing outside, sharing the limited water, food, and clothes we had. We created a priority boarding area for the sick, elderly and new born babies. We waited late into the night for the "imminent" arrival of the buses. The buses never arrived. We later learned that the minute the arrived to the City limits, they were commandeered by the military.
I read that online when it happened. I was astonished. You know, their money wasn't returned, either.
By day 4 our hotels had run out of fuel and water. Sanitation was dangerously abysmal. As the desperation and despair increased, street crime as well as water levels began to rise. The hotels turned us out and locked their doors, telling us that the "officials" told us to report to the convention center to wait for more buses. As we entered the center of the City, we finally encountered the National Guard. The Guards told us we would not be allowed into the Superdome as the City's primary shelter had descended into a humanitarian and health hellhole. The guards further told us that the City's only other shelter, the Convention Center, was also descending into chaos and squalor and that the police were not allowing anyone else in. Quite naturally, we asked, "If we can't go to the only 2 shelters in the City, what was our alternative?" The guards told us that that was our problem, and no they did not have extra water to give to us. This would be the start of our numerous encounters with callous and hostile "law enforcement".
The guards were ordered to turn back citizens and visitors who were without aid. Overwhelmed, they simply opted out of doing anything for anyone. Quite a few people rescued at great cost and struggle died when they were simply dropped off onto highways or outside the Dome of Death. There was nearly no backup for the rescuees.
We walked to the police command center at Harrah's on Canal Street and were told the same thing, that we were on our own, and no they did not have water to give us. We now numbered several hundred. We held a mass meeting to decide a course of action. We agreed to camp outside the police command post. We would be plainly visible to the media and would constitute a highly visible embarrassment to the City officials. The police told us that we could not stay. Regardless, we began to settle in and set up camp. In short order, the police commander came across the street to address our group. He told us he had a solution: we should walk to the Pontchartrain Expressway and cross the greater New Orleans Bridge where the police had buses lined up to take us out of the City. The crowed cheered and began to move. We called everyone back and explained to the commander that there had been lots of misinformation and wrong information and was he sure that there were buses waiting for us. The commander turned to the crowd and stated emphatically, "I swear to you that the buses are there."

We organized ourselves and the 200 of us set off for the bridge with great excitement and hope. As we marched pasted the convention center, many locals saw our determined and optimistic group and asked where we were headed. We told them about the great news. Families immediately grabbed their few belongings and quickly our numbers doubled and then doubled again. Babies in strollers now joined us, people using crutches, elderly clasping walkers and others people in wheelchairs. We marched the 2-3 miles to the freeway and up the steep incline to the Bridge. It now began to pour down rain, but it did not dampen our enthusiasm.

As we approached the bridge, armed Gretna sheriffs formed a line across the foot of the bridge. Before we were close enough to speak, they began firing their weapons over our heads. This sent the crowd fleeing in various directions. As the crowd scattered and dissipated, a few of us inched forward and managed to engage some of the sheriffs in conversation. We told them of our conversation with the police commander and of the commander's assurances. The sheriffs informed us there were no buses waiting. The commander had lied to us to get us to move.

We questioned why we couldn't cross the bridge anyway, especially as there was little traffic on the 6-lane highway. They responded that the West Bank was not going to become New Orleans and there would be no Superdomes in their City. These were code words for if you are poor and black, you are not crossing the Mississippi River and you were not getting out of New Orleans.
The sheriffs should be arrested. The person who ordered them to do this belongs in prison. Take a good look at what happened next. This is what will happen when disaster hits our cities and people flee: the hostile suburbs ringing our cities will block all exits and murder anyone trying to get out. Be forewarned. If the vicious sheriffs aren't punished for shooting at victims of a hurricane seeking to flee after being ordered to leave...well! Many, many right wingers who have fantasies of "do your own survival" were all over the web yelling, "Why didn't they just walk out?" Well, they couldn't just walk out! It was barred by murderous men in uniform.
Our small group retreated back down Highway 90 to seek shelter from the rain under an overpass. We debated our options and in the end decided to build an encampment in the middle of the Ponchartrain Expressway on the center divide, between the O'Keefe and Tchoupitoulas exits. We reasoned we would be visible to everyone, we would have some security being on an elevated freeway and we could wait and watch for the arrival of the yet to be seen buses.

All day long, we saw other families, individuals and groups make the same trip up the incline in an attempt to cross the bridge, only to be turned away. Some chased away with gunfire, others simply told no, others to be verbally berated and humiliated. Thousands of New Orleaners were prevented and prohibited from self-evacuating the City on foot. Meanwhile, the only two City shelters sank further into squalor and disrepair. The only way across the bridge was by vehicle. We saw workers stealing trucks, buses, moving vans, semi-trucks and any car that could be hotwired. All were packed with people trying to escape the misery New Orleans had become.

Our little encampment began to blossom. Someone stole a water delivery truck and brought it up to us. Let's hear it for looting! A mile or so down the freeway, an army truck lost a couple of pallets of C-rations on a tight turn. We ferried the food back to our camp in shopping carts. Now secure with the two necessities, food and water; cooperation, community, and creativity flowered. We organized a clean up and hung garbage bags from the rebar poles. We made beds from wood pallets and cardboard. We designated a storm drain as the bathroom and the kids built an elaborate enclosure for privacy out of plastic, broken umbrellas, and other scraps. We even organized a food recycling system where individuals could swap out parts of C-rations (applesauce for babies and candies for kids!).

This was a process we saw repeatedly in the aftermath of Katrina. When individuals had to fight to find food or water, it meant looking out for yourself only. You had to do whatever it took to find water for your kids or food for your parents. When these basic needs were met, people began to look out for each other, working together and constructing a community.

If the relief organizations had saturated the City with food and water in the first 2 or 3 days, the desperation, the frustration and the ugliness would not have set in.

Flush with the necessities, we offered food and water to passing families and individuals. Many decided to stay and join us. Our encampment grew to 80 or 90 people.

From a woman with a battery powered radio we learned that the media was talking about us. Up in full view on the freeway, every relief and news organizations saw us on their way into the City. Officials were being asked what they were going to do about all those families living up on the freeway? The officials responded they were going to take care of us. Some of us got a sinking feeling. "Taking care of us" had an ominous tone to it.

Unfortunately, our sinking feeling (along with the sinking City) was correct. Just as dusk set in, a Gretna Sheriff showed up, jumped out of his patrol vehicle, aimed his gun at our faces, screaming, "Get off the fucking freeway". A helicopter arrived and used the wind from its blades to blow away our flimsy structures. As we retreated, the sheriff loaded up his truck with our food and water.

Once again, at gunpoint, we were forced off the freeway. All the law enforcement agencies appeared threatened when we congregated or congealed into groups of 20 or more. In every congregation of "victims" they saw "mob" or "riot". We felt safety in numbers. Our "we must stay together" was impossible because the agencies would force us into small atomized groups.
So, the Gretna sheriff not only threatened their lives, he stole their survival gear and food and water. Look at his face and memorize it: when further tragedies hit our cities, the people running the ring of suburbs that mostly vote for neo-nazis like Bush, will impliment the Final Solution simply by barricading any and all within the cities. This includes white people.

They are willing to sacrifice white people if this means killing all the black people within our inner cities! This American version of the Final Solution isn't talked about, indeed, our rulers were in near hysteria trying to pretend this isn't our unwritten policy. They frantically went around hugging black children and even then, Babs Bush blurted out, "I hope they don't stay!" when she mockingly said they all wanted to live in Houston.

In the pandemonium of having our camp raided and destroyed, we scattered once again. Reduced to a small group of 8 people, in the dark, we sought refuge in an abandoned school bus, under the freeway on Cilo Street. We were hiding from possible criminal elements but equally and definitely, we were hiding from the police and sheriffs with their martial law, curfew and shoot-to-kill policies.

The next days, our group of 8 walked most of the day, made contact with New Orleans Fire Department and were eventually airlifted out by an urban search and rescue team. We were dropped off near the airport and managed to catch a ride with the National Guard. The two young guardsmen apologized for the limited response of the Louisiana guards. They explained that a large section of their unit was in Iraq and that meant they were shorthanded and were unable to complete all the tasks they were assigned.

We arrived at the airport on the day a massive airlift had begun. The airport had become another Superdome. We 8 were caught in a press of humanity as flights were delayed for several hours while George Bush landed briefly at the airport for a photo op. After being evacuated on a coast guard cargo plane, we arrived in San Antonio, Texas.

There the humiliation and dehumanization of the official relief effort continued. We were placed on buses and driven to a large field where we were forced to sit for hours and hours. Some of the buses did not have air-conditioners. In the dark, hundreds if us were forced to share two filthy overflowing porta-potties. Those who managed to make it out with any possessions (often a few belongings in tattered plastic bags) we were subjected to two different dog-sniffing searches.

Most of us had not eaten all day because our C-rations had been confiscated at the airport because the rations set off the metal detectors. Yet, no food had been provided to the men, women, children, elderly, disabled as they sat for hours waiting to be "medically screened" to make sure we were not carrying any communicable diseases.

This official treatment was in sharp contrast to the warm, heart-felt reception given to us by the ordinary Texans. We saw one airline worker give her shoes to someone who was barefoot. Strangers on the street offered us money and toiletries with words of welcome. Throughout, the official relief effort was callous, inept, and racist.

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SWAT team logo. Not very friendly, is it? Indeed, it is very Nazi in style even with the lightning bolts next to a skull.

The screening of people while processing them: the Nazis were very big on that. After forcing people to live in very unhygenic circumstances, whenever they had to go into the system again, they would be checked and cleaned up...to protect the Nazi handlers.

Anyone can end up disappearing down this rat hole. People who pride themselves on being able to survive often don't understand, when things fall apart, the cannibals take charge, they are always waiting to do this, and they will ruthlessly, brutally kill or drive back into destruction and death people they don't want and that is you and me and anyone not in their enclave.

I had a very vile argument with a relative who is running for office in Texas. She yelled at me, "No one can run for office in Texas and talk about 'the nation' at the same time!" I yelled, "What sort of unpatriotic garbage is that? You better correct it, don't pander to it!" She won't talk to me anymore. The fool.

Look, we are supposed to be a fucking nation. A nation takes care of the citizens and the citizens support the nation. Anyone can wave a fucking flag but to be "one nation, under god, INDIVISIBLE" means we treat each other with dignity and care! This means protecting Americans and visitors to our country. This means loving your neighbor in the city, not shooting at people forced to flee on foot from a hurricane! Gads!!!

Our enemies are watching and sniggering. The Chinese now know, our bluster about nuclear war is so much garbage. Our country is so divided, so hate filled, so fractured, we will butcher each other in a nuclear war. Yes. We will immediately fall upon each other and murder each other if anyone attacks our cities. Our military will turn on the civilians and kill them all rather than allow them to flee the cities. You hear that?

China has now incorporated this information within their military plans. They know they will win WWIII decisively now. Our military posturing will only make them laugh sardonically especially since our military relies on China for funding! We lost the struggle for dominance with the Chinese. They won.

The ramifications of all this won't sink into American minds only because the Chinese know their quarry and they will carefully herd us along this path we, ourselves, allowed to happen. We let the Supreme Court foist Bush upon us, we didn't riot in DC when he stole a second election. We still sit idle while things get worse and worse. We can't afford this anymore.

When China underwrites another half trillion in IOUs, everyone here will settle down and our Manchurian candidates in DC will squawk, "There is little inflation! Interest rates are low! Housing values are climbing!" and the last gasp will allow us to shove our debts to the uppermost limits...and then we will return to Beijing, our "president" will kow tow to them and beg for more money and they will hand him a list of "to do" things that he will have to fulfill for them.

Item number one: hand over Taiwan. Our military will be forced to disarm the Taiwanese then the Chinese military will move in.

Item number two: re-disarming Japan. America will be forced to do this, not China.

Item number three: China is 20% of the planet's people and we are 6%. They will rejigger the oil markets so they get the 20% of foreign pumped oil that we consume today. Our culture will collapse and millions will die. We won't be able to do anything because we are bankrupt and our hinterlands hate our cities so much, they won't cooperate with them to protect and run them so the cannibals will simply take over and murder a goodly hunk of America.

This is the end of the road of racists and haters of civilization. Seriously, they hate high culture, they hate all the artifacts of civilization. This is exactly what is the matter with Kansas! They want a proto-rural nostalgic past thinking they will be happier living lives that are...not even as culturally developed as barbarians! They just want to sit and rot.

This happened before. Just before the Dark Age closed in on Europe. The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire is a must read.

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