by seemslikeadream » Tue Sep 06, 2005 7:15 pm
A First Hand Account - Why So Few Katrina Survivors Got Out. <br> Edited on Tue Sep-06-05 03:34 PM by leveymg<br><br>Within hours after the savage winds of Katrina subsided, the westward expressway out of New Orleans was blocked-off by armed sheriffs of suburban Gretna County who barred everyone trying to flee the city by vehicle and on foot. After four to five days, federal officials finally began to move evacuees out of the two designated downtown shelters on buses and on military flights. Those who were fortunate enough to reach Houston waited for hours at airfields and in parking lots while everyone was checked for communicable diseases.<br><br>The hell of the survivors was prolonged for days by a deliberate containment policy concocted by local officials who could think of nothing but to surround New Orleans with armed guards and wait for the Army to arrive. After troops came in, evacuation was further delayed as evacuees were examined for signs of infections. The fear of race and germs probably killed more people than the rush of waters that broke through the city’s outdated, inadequate storm walls. <br><br>In addition to criminal bungling of disaster efforts, it appears that there was a de facto quarantine of New Orleans. The federal search and rescue and evacuation operations were apparently tied up for 3 or 4 days. Meanwhile, CDC waited to see if there was a contagious disease outbreak. Little effort was taken during that time to get adequate water or food to thousands of people clustered visibly in large groups on highway access ramps.<br><br>The stories of wild anarchy and armed looters was largely an overblown, racist cover story. The mass media again allowed itself to be used to spread lies concocted by the White House. The American people were being prepared for the possibility that federal troops would be ordered to enforce a quarantine, and the remaining population of New Orleans rebelled after learning Washington had decided that Katrina’s survivors wouldn’t be let out of the doomed city. - Mark <br><br><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK START--><a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2005/9/6/132725/8931">www.dailykos.com/story/20...32725/8931</a><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK END--> <br>Hurricane Katrina-Our Experiences <br><br>Larry Bradshaw, Lorrie Beth Slonsky<br><br>Two days after Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans, the Walgreen's store at the corner of Royal and Iberville streets remained locked. The dairy display case was clearly visible through the widows. It was now 48 hours without electricity, running water, plumbing. The milk, yogurt, and cheeses were beginning to spoil in the 90-degree heat. The owners and managers had locked up the food, water, pampers, and prescriptions and fled the City. Outside Walgreen's windows, residents and tourists grew increasingly thirsty and hungry.<br><br>The much-promised federal, state and local aid never materialized and the windows at Walgreen's gave way to the looters. There was an alternative. The cops could have broken one small window and distributed the nuts, fruit juices, and bottle water in an organized and systematic manner. But they did not. Instead they spent hours playing cat and mouse, temporarily chasing away the looters.<br><br>We were finally airlifted out of New Orleans two days ago and arrived home yesterday (Saturday). We have yet to see any of the TV coverage or look at a newspaper. We are willing to guess that there were no video images or front-page pictures of European or affluent white tourists looting the Walgreen's in the French Quarter.<br>We also suspect the media will have been inundated with "hero" images of the National Guard, the troops and the police struggling to help the "victims" of the Hurricane. What you will not see, but what we witnessed,were the real heroes and sheroes of the hurricane relief effort: the working class of New Orleans. The maintenance workers who used a fork lift to carry the sick and disabled. The engineers, who rigged, nurtured and kept the generators running. The electricians who improvised thick extension cords stretching over blocks to share the little electricity we had in order to free cars stuck on rooftop parking lots. Nurses who took over for mechanical ventilators and spent many hours on end manually forcing air into the lungs of unconscious patients to keep them alive. Doormen who rescued folks stuck in elevators. Refinery workers who broke into boat yards, "stealing" boats to rescue their neighbors clinging to their roofs in flood waters. Mechanics who helped hot-wire any car that could be found to ferry people out of the City. And the food service workers who scoured the commercial kitchens improvising communal meals for hundreds of those stranded.<br><br>Most of these workers had lost their homes, and had not heard from members of their families, yet they stayed and provided the only infrastructure for the 20% of New Orleans that was not under water.<br>On Day 2, there were approximately 500 of us left in the hotels in the French Quarter. We were a mix of foreign tourists, conference attendees like ourselves, and locals who had checked into hotels for safety and shelter from Katrina. Some of us had cell phone contact with family and friends outside of New Orleans. We were repeatedly told that all sorts of resources including the National Guard and scores of buses were pouring in to the City. The buses and the other resources must have been invisible because none of us had seen them.<br>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.<br>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".<br><br>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. <br><br>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."<br><br>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.<br>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.<br><br>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.<br><br>SNIP<br><br>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.<br>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.<br>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.<br>SNIP<br><br>LARRY BRADSHAW, chief steward of the Paramedic Chapter of SEIU Local 790 in the Bay Area, and LORRIE BETH SLONSKY, a member of the same chapter and editor of the Gurney Gazette. The authors, along with dozens of fellow union members, were trapped by the hurricane while attending a paramedic convention in New Orleans.<br><br> <br><!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2005/9/6/132725/8931" target="top">www.dailykos.com/story/2005/9/6/132725/8931</a><!--EZCODE LINK END--><br><br><br>Alone on the Underpass - Sheperd Smith on Letterman <br><br>"We ended up on that freeway underpass and actually spent the night there because it was clear to us that there was no other media there. We were doing initial reports saying there are a thousands of people coming out of the sewage with no where to go and even people back in our New York headquarters were going 'we're not seeing this anywhere, not on the AP wires, not on the competition, what are you talking about?'...We felt like people had to know what's happening and it put our crew in a position to see things that we never dreamt you would ever see in the United States of America."<br><br><snip><br><br>"I don't think we know yet, Dave. I think right now they are so busy trying to find the dead and save some of the living that they haven't gotten there yet. The time will come for that and it may be right on us but I'm not sure it's now. They should have had a plan to get people out of there. They should have and in the first few days, Dave, we stood on a bridge over the city. Interstate 10 snakes over the city of New Orleans, it's elevated, and by the thousands and the thousands, they emerged from the sewage and had no where to go but to interstate 10 and they sat on interstate 10 for days with no food and no water. Days old babies, elderly people in wheelchairs without the medicine they need day in and day out. I'm on in the afternoon on studio at 3pm on Wednesday afternoon going 'exit 235A -- there are thousands of people who need food and water, send the cavalry' and they didn't come for days and I don't know why that is. I don't know where the breakdown is but I'm confident there are a lot of people who didn't survive because of it."<br><br><snip><br><br>"The federal government had designated on its list of potential catastrophes in the United States. Number one was the earthquake in San Francisco which levels the city. Number three on this list from the federal government was the hurricane which destroys and devastates the city of New Orleans and though they didn't get it, it came close enough and still destroyed."<br><br>"I think there was slowness to react. I don't know yet where it comes from. You know, Dave, we sat on interstate 10's overpass and that was our world. Our world was women with children who don't have formula and an enormous temperature who have been out in the sun for three days and elderly people in wheelchairs who don't have insulin. That was our whole world. And all we knew help was not coming. 'Come to exit 235A and come and save these people lives.' How did that happen? It seems that people were not ready for this. Was it local, was it parish, was it state, was it federal? Is there plenty of blame to pass around? Probably."<br><br>"When we had our disaster in New York. New York notifies Washington. NY notifies Pataki. It's the same thing anywhere in the country where there is a disaster. I grew up down there. These storms are not surprises for governments. Governments are ready for these things. Hurricane Betsy in 1969 was a wake up call for New Orleans. The army corp. of engineers has known forever that these levies will not stand for more than a category three storm. They said it forever. Well it's true now and a lot of people have some questions to answer."<br> <br><br><!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/tvnewser/fnc/aftermath_shep_smith_alone_on_the_underpass_showing_viewers_a_nightmare_25530.asp#more" target="top">www.mediabistro.com/tvnewser/fnc/aftermath_shep_smith_alone_on_the_underpass_showing_viewers_a_nightmare_25530.asp#more</a><!--EZCODE LINK END--> <p></p><i>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p216.ezboard.com/brigorousintuition.showUserPublicProfile?gid=seemslikeadream@rigorousintuition>seemslikeadream</A> at: 9/6/05 5:19 pm<br></i>
