Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Tie My Hands -- What Am I Supposed to See

In talking with people who are either from New Orleans or have kin there, I had heard a story about people, shortly after Hurricane Katrina, attempting to evacuate but being stopped by armed police who shot at them and turned them back.

As always, I relay all pertinent NOLA information to my mother (I am intent on getting her to learn to understand my new unflinching commitment) and she immediately doubted the veracity of the story -- attributing it to exaggerated hearsay. Let this post be the first of many dedicated to the events surrounding America's WORST natural disaster in modern history.

From 60Minutes/CBS.com, original air date: December 2005 [link: http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/12/15/60minutes/main1129440.shtml] :
{ Highlights are in BOLD}

(CBS) When Hurricane Katrina blew through New Orleans three months ago, thousands of people left in the city were trapped with no food, no water and no shelter. They were desperate to escape the devastation.

The bridge that spans the Mississippi River from New Orleans to Gretna was one of the few ways out, until police from Gretna used force to stop pedestrians from crossing it. Since most of the police officers were white and most of the evacuees were black, the incident quickly took on racial overtones. 60 Minutes wondered why, under any circumstances, people who were only trying to walk out of a devastated city would be prevented from reaching relative safety.

Correspondent Ed Bradley went to New Orleans to find out. But, as with so many things in America, when it comes to race, the answer is hardly ever black and white. The bridge where the incident took place is called the Crescent City Connection, linking the city of New Orleans with the west bank of the Mississippi River.

It was Wednesday, three days after Katrina had struck, when thousands of people started to walk across the bridge. Some 6,000 were put on buses. The exodus continued the next day when a group of tourists who had been staying in the French Quarter started heading in that direction.

Along the way, they were joined by hundreds of locals. But when this group tried to cross the bridge, they were met by a line of armed Gretna policemen who fired shotguns over their heads, told them Gretna was closed and turned them back.

60 Minutes found eight people who were on the bridge that day. Cathey Golden, who now lives in Boston, was visiting her hometown with her daughter, her son and three of their friends. Larry Bradshaw and Lorry Beth Slonsky, both paramedics from San Francisco, were in town for a convention. They all met the morning they were forced to leave the hotel where they had been staying since the hurricane.

“There was no electricity or plumbing and so after four days it just became, I'm sure, a danger to not just the hotel, for us! We needed to get out,” remembers Slonsky. They joined thousands of people who had been left behind in New Orleans and were walking the streets looking for help. Two hundred people from the hotel ended up stranded across from the police department’s command post.

“A gentleman came out and identified himself as one of the commanders. And he said ‘I have a solution. I have buses waiting for you across the bridge,’” Bradshaw recalls.

With that assurance, they joined hundreds of other people who were walking toward the bridge to Gretna. Images taken that day by a CBS News crew driving across the bridge show groups of evacuees approaching a line of policemen holding shotguns. The police car was marked Gretna Police.

Cathey Golden told 60 Minutes that when her group reached the police line, they were told there were no buses, and stopped with a shotgun blast. What was her reaction when she heard the gunshot?

“I was scared at first. I've heard gunshots before, because I live in an inner city area. But not a shotgun. And I was concerned about my safety and those who were with me,” she says.

One of the people on the bridge with Cathey Golden was Shauron Holloman. She says she saw police officers fire their guns. “We were close enough to them. They'd rack their shotguns and let off a warning shot. We were this far away," Holloman says with a gesture. "This far away from you as I am,” says Holloman.

Larry Bradshaw, who was at the front of the group, says he tried to get an explanation why they were being turned back.

“The only two explanations we ever received was, one, ‘We're not going to have any Superdomes over here,’ and ‘This is not New Orleans,’” Bradshaw says. “To me, that was code language or code words for, ‘We're not having black people coming into our neighborhood.’"

With nowhere to go, they set up a makeshift camp in the middle of the highway. The plan was to spend the night on the bridge and try to cross again the next day. But then a vehicle with Gretna police markings drove up.

“He sped down in his cruiser and over the loudspeaker he just continuously said, ‘Get the f*** off the bridge,’” a male eyewitness who was on the bridge that day told Bradley. “And would point his gun at some people.”


At that point a helicopter dropped close to the encampment and its downdraft blew things everywhere, forcing the evacuees off the bridge. They believe that the motive was racism.

Why does the eyewitness think they were turned away? “I think because the group was 95 percent African American,” he says.

Asked if there was any evidence to support that, Shauron Holloman says, “A group of people trying to leave a city that's predominantly African American. And you have the officers who were white. That's the way it appears. And in that situation, that's the way you feel. We weren't given any information as to why we couldn't leave. So just appearance alone would make me feel that way.”


And I agree.

The issue of racism is one that whites are quick to deny with "No, I'm not racist". As if words speak louder than actions. A simple denial of prejudiced leanings is not sufficient.

What happened in New Orleans is the most blatant display of racist oppression that I have seen in my lifetime. Not just that, it was perpetuated on a municipal, state AND federal level.

I asked a couple of friends what they thought of this story -- to make sure I am not spouting from a soap box. Here's what they said, and I absolutely appreciate further feedback:

{francesca.****@****.com says}:
What a disturbing article. Even if the people of that little town were not able to care for refugees, they needed to open their parks and streets. It's plain old illegal for police to restrict the movement of Americans on public land. I looked this up a little; it's considered a natural and common-law right. This snippet from a past case doesn't mention walking on foot, but it's the same idea and logically includes walking:

"The right of the citizen to travel upon the public highways and to transport his property thereon, either by carriage or by automobile, is not a mere privilege which a city may prohibit or permit at will, but a common law right which he has under the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." Thompson v. Smith, 154 SE 579.{...}

I'm not sure that these victims are owed anything by the U.S. Government, who was not the acting authority - I think they're owed damages by the police of the little town, who overstepped federal law, and I would love to see the crap sued out of them. It would set a precedent for every police chief of every town to think twice before he restricted access to public streets (which we all know, underneath, is about keeping out the homeless, whether they be displaced from a hurricane, or one or two at a time in the classic sense)."
{bettina.*****@****.com says}
Well if its not racist, then what its it? If the city of gretna was compassionate, then they would let people into it who are suffering. But i mean it just doesn´t make sense why they would shoot at them or block them from coming in anyway? Its not a country. Its a city in a mutual state. Maybe it wasnt racial, but it was fear. But if it was fear we have to take into account the race factor cause that usually plays a part in cases like this when fear is concerned in america.{...}

These individuals have the right to sue the U.S. government because since the U.S. government was not there for them at the right time, and in the right manner, they had to flee to another city (having already faced all of that shit above, and im sure a lot of other stuff) where they were met with rejection (and wtf, guns?)."

Thoughts?


Forever Always,
SydVicious

Friday, January 23, 2009

To Age Like a Fine Wine

As we may all have learned in Biology class, certain animals shed their skin, leaving delicate shells of their body behind. Also, as we may have been told by our elders, as you get older, people in your life will drop like flies. This may arise from a more keen sense of self and stronger dependence on self-reliance or these people who were once so close may even voluntarily slip away. Either way, in the past 6 months for the first time in my life, I have shed, not skin, but people. And just like the reptile who slithers out of the old and into the new, I don't look behind with regrets anymore.


Call it self-preservation.

One pattern or trend that has always been apparent, is the potential for grave disappointment when placing ones eggs in the hands of another. Whether those eggs hatch feelings, secrets or any other vulnerability, those people close to us are entrusted with such personal treasures. I can't afford to have another egg break on another's accord.

With no regrets I take the next step -- for fear the regret may hatch a poison to my soul. In accordance with these natural laws I must live, and one day I will see the merit. I fully anticipate my wisdom at 40 or 50, even 35 years old.

In this 26 year old frame, perhaps I do have one regret: that it has to be this way.

Until then,
SydVicious

Thursday, January 8, 2009

9:16 AM -- Washington, DC

Knowing that anger is perhaps one of the worst emotions to harbor, I try my best, from situation to situation, to avoid letting it get the best of me. But sometimes during the morning commute on the Washington, DC subway system (the "Metro"), I get so furious with people that I can feel my brain swelling and my eyesight start to grow dim. Again, anger is poisonous, so I really hate this feeling, but every day without fail, it rises in me....

Case In Point

This morning, the man sitting next to me decided it would be as good time as any to read his morning paper: The Washington Post Express or The Express for short. First of all, this paper is handed out by homeless people (?) every morning at nearly every subway. If you don't pick up a copy there, you can always find a spare on your seat once you board the train. Either way, to me, the Express is the tabloid version of the Washington Post, and anyone who gets their "news" from this paper is already a classified imbecile.

This man in particular was of the latter sort: he had picked up his copy of The Express from his seat before he plopped his touckus down. I have perfected my metro chair stance insofar as I pile my belongings on my lap, push my coat under my thigh (if it's winter time), and do my best to avoid crossing the line between these shared seats. Some imbeciles are obviously not as evolved, including the gentleman I shared a seat with this morning.

He proceeds to take his Express and open up the paper completely -- arm span width. Like this:

Except he wasn't at home on his recliner with a cup of joe on the sidestand. We were sharing a damn seat on the metro -- with about 4 feet total to split between the two of us. Right then, was NOT the time for him to get comfortable.


Most people would then fold the paper in half to read one leaf at a time. Hey, just flip it over when you've come to the end of the page, and if you come to the end of THAT page, then by all means, open it completely -- but fold it back in half once you've reached the desired page. Like this:



Because I am a notorious lover, not a fighter, I tried a passive aggressive look in his direction as his hand unfolded the paper, practically spanning my lap. Aware of the rot anger can bring, I was hesitant to open my mouth and engage in a lesson in manners and mutual respect in public. Seriously, that's all it was -- a lack of respect and self-awareness on his part, probably brought on by a poor upbringing, centered around a sense of entitlement. Alas, I just let my blood boil, wrote the experience down in my journal, and swore to blog about it today.

But, please understand, this situation is not lone. Every freaking morning, some imbecile on the Metro does something to piss me off. They may choose the seat right next to me, despite the 20 other open seats on the train. Or they stop in their tracks upon entering the car, to look to the right and left and pick a seat, although their is a line of 10 people behind them, and the "Doors Closing!" chime is going off. (These idiots deserve to get pushed, and I will push them. This is probably the extent of the anger I will display.) Or maybe they see 25 people running to catch the train at the platform...that is practically pulling off...but they just stand in the way as if they are not aware that people on their way to work (their source of income, livelihood and sense of accomplishment) are trying to board the EXACT train whose doors they are blocking. Again, these people deserve to get pushed, full speed and impacted (much like the lady I knocked out of the way this morning, while I was attempting a transfer to the Orange/Blue line at Metro Center).

Either way you cut it, one of these mornings, I am going to go postal -- nay, go Metro -- on these imbeciles. In trying to rehabilitate my morning emotions, I have deconstructed these scenarios countless times. I did NOT have this problem on the NYC subway...not at all! Despite the fact that NYers pushed into the car like sardines, they wouldn't dare make these same violations. Is it because the stereotype is true (the "Hey! I'm walking here!" as you pound on a car -- something I also did this morning, after getting out of the metro)? So you wouldn't dare set anyone off? Or are NYers that much more street savvy than Washingtonians? In fact, I ENJOYED riding the NY subway -- the people, the adventures. What is the problem here?

Alas, I have no answers, only reoccurring rage. I don't like harboring this poison every morning, but until these Capital City imbeciles start using their brains, and get their heads out of their asses, I might just be angry.

Forever Always,
Sydney

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