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http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050906/...s_evacuees_hk4 Snipet found below... Gov. Rick Perry had said Sunday that Texas needs other states to help manage the refugee crisis. Officials at Texas relief centers say they are simply running out of room. An airlift to other states had been expected to begin under the direction of the Texas National Guard. However, the Federal Emergency Management Agency took over the operation on Sunday and planes never took off. It was unclear when any flights might actually leave and there was no explanation for the delay. There was no immediate response Tuesday morning to a call seeking comment from FEMA's Public Affairs Office in Washington. FEMA spokesman Dean Cushman said Monday: "We are not coordinating it as of right now." What, did they take off for Labor Day or something?!?! :confused: |
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I just thought I would share this article with ya'll. It is from last week, but I found it to be a moving story. It is from the Austin Chronicle, which is the free, liberal publication here.
Austin Chronicle Article Katrina Through the Eyes of an EMT BY PHILIPP MEYER Last Sunday, Philipp Meyer, a fellow at the Michener Center for Writers at UT and an EMT, drove all night to New Orleans, arriving there Monday morning during hurricane Katrina. He spent the next 24 hours working with a local police department as an EMT. Below is his account of those days. After driving all night, I got to the suburbs of New Orleans around 11am Monday morning. The hurricane was still blowing and though the winds had slowed somewhat, the rain was sideways and visibility was almost nothing. Interstate 10 was blocked with downed streetlights, the roofs of homes, and every other kind of debris imaginable. It was like driving through a junkyard. Every so often a big piece of steel roofing would go skating across the interstate or down a side road. For the most part I was numb to it, but when the big debris started blowing I would tell myself: "Stay alive, stay alive, stay alive." As I got into New Orleans proper, the freeway descended slightly and there was between 5 and 10 feet of water blocking it. At the edge of the flood, there was a full-sized pickup sunk to its roof. I turned around and drove back the wrong way on the highway, hoping another car wouldn't run into me head-on. Finally I noticed a bunch of empty police cars parked on an overpass. I parked behind them and waded toward a building I hoped was the police station. It turned out to be the Kenner police headquarters. Kenner is a city a few miles west of New Orleans proper, right on the edge of Lake Pontchartrain. Like New Orleans, Kenner is just at or below sea level. The police station itself, though, was built on slightly higher ground than the immediate area. The building was dry, and the generators were running. I was passed up the chain of command until I got to the captain, who promptly put me on a team that was going out to restart the pumping stations. New Orleans is kept dry by a network of massive pumping stations, and several of them are in Kenner. All were shut down. The conditions were so dangerous and unpredictable that everyone thought someone on the repair team might get seriously injured, so they were happy to have an EMT to go along. The water in the streets was between three and five feet deep, and the only vehicles that could travel in it were military-style deuce-and-a-half trucks. I rode in one of them with about a dozen police officers and National Guard soldiers. There were downed power lines everywhere, across every block, it seemed. We swerved to avoid them but some were so low that we brushed them anyway. The driver would yell "Duck" as if it mattered. If one of the lines was still energized, we would all be killed instantly. There were facades ripped off hotels and apartment buildings, beds and furniture visible through the gaping holes, huge trees uprooted and flung down streets. Many of the big billboards were bent double to the ground, smashing whatever was beneath them. Where it was dry, there were bricks, wall sections, pipes, and jagged tree limbs everywhere. Then there were the power lines. One was so low that I had to lift it up over the truck as we went under it. Writing about the power lines it sounds like the stupidest thing I ever did, but the electricity was out everywhere, so you just did it and prayed. We spent all day Monday getting the pumping stations restarted. The regular pump operators were nowhere to be found, so everyone pitched in and tried to figure out how to get the pumps working. The diesel engines that ran the pumps were big enough to power a battleship. Figuring out how to start them was impossible. After several hours, tempers were flaring and some of the police officers and national guardsmen were having heated exchanges about what to do next. Finally the pump operators showed up and got the pumps online. As it turned out, the stations were soaked but in good shape, so with the exception of wading all day in water and sewage among pieces of sharp debris, it was pretty safe. When we got back to the station, they fed me and bunked me with the officers. I examined my sewage-soaked feet and rubbed them with hand sanitizer. There was no running water anywhere. The next morning they sent me out on one of the deuce-and-a-halfs to respond to emergency calls. The area hospitals were completely overflowing, and the city had set up a temporary clinic/hospital/triage center on the second floor of the airport. With the pumps running, the water levels had gone down a few inches overnight, but there was still three or four feet of water in the streets. Stores were already being looted. Every store I saw had its door kicked in or ripped off and a line of people going in and out of it. People were floating merchandise out of Wal-Mart on boats. The police tried to stop it but were completely overwhelmed. I know that President Bush has called for the police to stop the looting, but at the moment this is an impossible and ridiculous request. There are thousands and thousands of looters and only a handful of police. And there are thousands more people who still need to be rescued. If 25,000 military policemen had been sent in from the beginning, there would have been looting. Another thing I'll say is that most or all of the civilians I saw were poor and humble folks. No one I saw (with the exception of the police officers) had decided to stay behind during the hurricane to "brave it out." They stayed because they had no means to leave. Back to the story. By Tuesday morning, basic transportation was still a major problem. The Kenner Police Department's functional vehicles consisted of its own two deuce-and-a-halfs, one National Guard deuce-and-a-half (under loan and command of the National Guardsmen), and one swamp boat (also on loan). Two of the deuce-and-a-halfs were assigned to drop officers at strategic locations where they would keep the peace. I was assigned to the third deuce-and-a-half, with three officers going along with me as escorts. Folks in the street were already getting pretty desperate; most of them were running out of food and water, so while some were respectful, many others yelled profanities at us as we went by. Luckily the three officers I was with were pretty experienced one of them was a longtime narcotics officer, another was on the SWAT team so I felt relatively safe. Later, we found out that in New Orleans, people were beginning to shoot at the police. But, at the time, we didn't know it. All of the patients I saw were trapped and had no way out. They were all living on the second and third floors of motels and apartment buildings. The first call was for a lady who was six months pregnant and thought she was going to deliver her baby right then (her other four children all were born at seven months). All I had was a blood pressure cuff and stethoscope and a couple of bandages. I tried to remember the section of the EMT textbook that talked about delivering babies. I thought I could do it if it was a normal birth, but otherwise I was scared sh-tless. She was shouting at me, "I have to go to the bathroom, I have to push it out," and I was shouting at her, "Don't push, don't push, don't push." I slipped aside her underwear and saw that she wasn't crowning, but I didn't know how far the airport clinic was. On the inside, I was thinking "Oh sh-t oh sh-t oh sh-t." There was a downed power line blocking the road, and we had to park far from the complex and wade a long way because of it. I yelled at the officers to get the truck right up to the complex. Somehow, they did it. Right then, an EMT from the fire department showed up and he had a bunch of experience delivering babies and then everything seemed much easier. We got the lady to the airport triage center with no trouble. The rest of the patients that day were people that in any normal situation should have been taken to the emergency room sick elderly folks, heart patients and diabetics, sick children and infants, people with sky-high blood pressure or fluid in their lungs, a guy with a deep cut in his arm 6 inches long and 3 inches wide. All of them were out or nearly out of food and water. Some had had their food and water stolen at gunpoint. All of the people were very, very afraid. One was shaking so hard he couldn't hold his medicine bottle. It was a hundred degrees out and incredibly humid. I saw all this and my immediate reaction was "get this person out of here right now" and then I would remind myself that all over the area, people were dying. I knew that in New Orleans, they were leaving the corpses in the water, tying them down if they had time, hoping they wouldn't float away. I'd also heard that when the power had gone out at one of the local hospitals, the backup generators didn't turn on and all the patients on life support died. In the end, I didn't take any more patients to the hospital that day. I reassured them, took their vital signs, gave them medical advice, gave away my own food and water, gave away antiseptic wipes and bandages, taped and bandaged their injuries as best as was possible. For the most part, my thinking was: "Okay, this person will survive another few days, and someone else is dying right now." Definitely some of the hardest decisions I've ever made and there is no way to know if they were the right ones. Tuesday night around dark we got back and had dinner. Someone had donated a bunch of meat, and we ate good barbecue. We hadn't had a patient in an hour or so. The sun was going down and the clouds were beautiful and the air felt dry. Then word started going around about NOPD officers being shot, and there was a feeling in the police station that everything was about to change. I felt sorry for everyone for the people inside and the people outside. On the most basic level, everyone was just trying to stay alive. I headed up to the command post and waited for my next assignment. At the time, the pumps were still working and the water was coming down. The previous day, my car had been parked in a foot of water, but now the pavement under it was dry. Most importantly, the lower water level meant that the fire department would be able to get their engines down some of the streets, which meant that other EMTs with real equipment and probably some paramedics would be available in Kenner. As I saw it, it was time to get transferred to New Orleans, where I'd be more useful doing search and rescue. At 7:45 Tuesday night, I walked into the command post to speak to the captain about my transfer. In general, it was a very serious place, but I could tell something terrible had just happened. There had been a 400-foot breach in one of the levees that afternoon. Word had just come down that the breach could not be fixed. In a matter of hours, New Orleans would be under an additional 10 to 15 feet of water. The situation was already terrible, but it was about to get much, much worse. And as I've said before, many or most of the civilians I saw were already out of food and water, wading through 3 or 4 feet of filthy water to get anywhere. There was no running water within miles. With the exception of a few hospitals and police stations with backup generators, there was no electricity, either. The official estimate was that the town of Kenner was going to get 10 more feet of water. The first floor of the police station would be swamped, the generators and radios would be knocked out, and the only transportation would be on the single flatboat. Not to mention the jail, which would be flooded also. The captain assigned a sergeant to get cheap battery-powered walkie-talkies from Wal-Mart the kind you use for hunting or skiing and have a range of a few hundred yards because with the power out, the police radios were going to be useless. A lieutenant was ordered to come up with a simple system of hand communication that the officers could learn in a few minutes. Despite all their preparations, the Kenner Police Department was headed back to the Stone Age. The situation at the New Orleans Police Department was even worse. I followed the captain downstairs and asked when he thought the water level would get back to normal. "Months," he said. "Maybe never. This is much worse than the worst-case scenario. No one knows how to think about it." Outside there was a steady convoy of emergency vehicles, hundreds of them, leaving the city along I-10. I watched them leave. The waters were coming, and I had a very short time to make my decision. Stay for the duration a month, at least or leave that minute. The argument in favor of leaving was that every day, thousands more rescuers were arriving with serious equipment and gear (mine was limited to what I'd been able to buy at the Target in Austin). The biggest difference I'd made was that I'd arrived during the hurricane, hours or days ahead of most rescuers FEMA and all the official agencies had understandably waited at a safe distance. There was also the question of continuing my own life keeping the fellowship I'd just been awarded, not being kicked out of school, etc. Still, at first, I knew I would stay. Then, a few minutes later, I knew I should leave. It was the hardest decision I've made in my life. I grabbed my gear from the bunk room and made my way downstairs. At the same time the previous night, the bunk room had been full of exhausted officers trying to sleep. That night, it was empty. When I went to the briefing room, it was packed with every officer in the building. They were listening to the news about the coming flood about the annihilation of their town. I said quick goodbyes and felt incredibly guilty. The meeting ended and dozens of officers rushed by me, all talking about how to save their family members who had been safe that day but might be in danger now that the levees had broken. Outside, I ran into the SWAT team officer who'd been one of my escorts. He was compassionate and tried to reassure me that people were extremely thankful I'd showed up at all. I shook his hand. I felt like the worst human being on earth. When I got to my car, I realized it was facing the wrong way on the highway. I drove for several miles, toward New Orleans, toward the coming flood. I couldn't find a place to turn around. Finally I saw an opening in the guardrail and wrenched my car into the grassy sinkhole between the two sides of the highway. The mud was a foot deep and the car bogged down and for a second I was sure I would be stuck there. Then the tires caught, and I lurched back onto the highway. I slipped in with the convoy of ambulances and police cars leaving the city. As everyone can see now, the situation in New Orleans is only getting worse. People inside have been out of food and water for days. The million or so people who used to live in and around New Orleans now have no homes, no jobs, and no paychecks. I was in New York during September 11 and the weeks that followed, and I say the following with complete certainty: This disaster is so much worse than September 11 that they are not even comparable. 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For the person that asked....
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This is the interesting story of a Reuters photographer:
http://today.reuters.com/news/newsAr...OTEBOOK-DC.XML "I'm going to pray for you" - Katrina victim Tue Sep 6, 2005 3:28 PM ET Reuters' Denver-based photographer Rick Wilking arrived in New Orleans two days before Hurricane Katrina hit and stayed in the greater New Orleans area for six days. The following is his personal account of the storm and its violent aftermath. By Rick Wilking NEW ORLEANS (Reuters) - It was dawn when he showed up out of nowhere. "Hey man, there's a ton of media up here and they have a lot of stuff. I don't see any cops. There's no security." The man in ragged clothes summoned his friends to attempt a "hit" on a convoy of a dozen media cars parked on the highway overpass near the New Orleans Superdome, three days after Hurricane Katrina hit. Fortunately for us the conversation was overheard. As soon as we saw a mob making its way toward us and just as a network anchor was about to go live for a morning show, the word went down the line. Before you knew it, the lights were struck, the wires tossed into trucks, the satellite dishes stowed, and photographers and reporters were speeding the wrong way down the interstate to the relative safety of a police checkpoint. When we got there the police told us there had been nearly 80 carjackings in the last few days, many of them media vehicles surrounded by mobs and stripped clean or stolen outright, sometimes at gunpoint. They also told us a policeman had been shot in the head (he lived) and so they had a new "shoot to kill" policy in place. I've covered dozens of natural disasters around the globe, from mudslides and floods in Europe to hurricanes and tornadoes in the United States. I always considered the assignments somewhat dangerous but not extremely so, because if you know what you are doing you can easily minimize the danger -- actually control your situation. Not so in New Orleans, where after one day of covering a storm and its aftermath I found myself covering a human tragedy of enormous proportions, compounded by a blatant criminal element bent on taking advantage of a very bad situation. Looting is almost always found in the initial hours after a storm -- particularly if the area hit is a poorer neighborhood. But armed gangs riding in pick-up trucks, shots being fired from the ground at military rescue helicopters overhead and media vehicles being hijacked are not things you expect. Covering flooded New Orleans was hard enough with many major roads under water, no power and no phones, not even cellular, without having to watch your back at every turn. "SEND HELP TO US" As I sat in my car with the sun coming up behind me, I tried to decide what to do. I was alone for Reuters in the city, at least temporarily, and I had no working communications. A colleague was to arrive later that day with a satellite telephone. It was tempting to stay near the police, but that would mean no pictures, so when a convoy of a couple dozen trucks with boats on trailers went speeding by with a police escort, I hopped in my truck and joined them. We ended up going out to the New Orleans East area where I shot pictures of elderly paralyzed people being evacuated from a flooded hospital after floating my truck through two-foot-deep water. The patients were taken out of the flooded areas only to find themselves sitting in the 100 degree Fahrenheit heat waiting to be loaded into the back of a U-Haul truck or even a semi-trailer for a grueling ride to New Orleans' Superdome where they met an even grimmer fate -- sitting outdoors with no medical assistance, water, food, sanitation or security. I made my way to the equally large mass of humanity at the New Orleans Convention Center where conditions were even worse. People were actually dying on the street waiting for help. After determining the crowd was threatening but not yet violent, I parked my car several blocks away and walked in with only one camera and one wide-angle lens. The more gear you have the more of a target you are for thieves. The crowd spotted me instantly anyway, and before I knew it I was surrounded by dozens of people shouting things ranging from "It's about time you showed up! - you have to let the world see us!, send help to us!" to others saying, "If you take my picture you'll be the next dead body here." Several pulled on my arms wanting to show me the dead, and one man carrying a little baby insisted on unveiling a man lying dead in a lawn chair on the median. SHE OPENED HER EYES AND GROANED After a full glass milk bottle thrown my way crashed to the street about 10 feet away I decided I should keep moving, and that's when I found her. An 89-year-old woman, still in her hospital gown, still sitting in her wheelchair, but slumped over and barely conscious with a crowd around her pouring water on her head. She briefly opened her eyes, groaned and then stopped moving. A military truck passed with a lone soldier in the back with an automatic rifle on his lap, hunkered down as if to hide from the crowd that was appealing to him to stop for the woman. The truck kept moving. I doubt whether the woman woke up. I went back to my car to get another camera with a telephoto lens after deciding the crowd was more positive toward the press than negative, but when I got there I discovered my instincts were wrong. The car's window had been smashed and my second camera and the laptop I used to transmit the pictures were gone. I found colleague Jason Reed who had come in the day before, and used his laptop to send in my pictures. I now had just one camera and lens to work with, and Reuters determined that after a week covering the storm I had put in my time. I was sent home to rest and resupply. When I left I took with me two local residents, one of them a 60-year-old veteran with Parkinson's who could barely walk. When I got him to a hotel in Houston five hours later, he said "I'm going to pray for you every night." -Rudey |
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I've been reading all kinds of 'discussions' about this, and decided to post some thoughts and stuff here. First, there is a major difference between those that were unable to evacuate and those that CHOSE not to evacuate. Personally, if someone tells me "You've got 24 hours to get out of here, or your toast."...and I don't have a mode of reliable transportation, I'm lacing up my most comfortable shoes and taking off!
My husband talked to one of his brothers in Houston last night. He said that things are AWFUL there! There's an 11pm curfew, and the crime rate has tripled. Worse yet, some of his friends that have been sent down with the military, are saying it's almost as bad as Iraq! They are very limited in what they are able to do and are apprehensive about firing on AMERICANS...eventhough they are firing first. It's very sad that these animals have no pride in their city...let alone country. |
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We expecting evacuees today. We're providing free cable, HSI, computers and email addresses to those that want it. Hopefully it will help reunite families and let loved ones know they are ok. I just can't imagine what they must be feeling - to lose everything you own in such a terrible way, not knowing whether the people you love are alive, dead, or missing, and then to be sent hundreds of miles away from home with nothing more than the clothes on your back. :( Well the good thing that wichita is a family town and I'm sure those in the shelters won't be there long. People have already made offers to open up their homes/rental properties to evacuees. |
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In typical American tradition, housing prices have skyrocketed in many markets where evacuees have been placed.
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Think of it like this.....when a GLO chapter is caught hazing or doing some other dumb activity, is it right when people think that all greeks act like that? No, its upseting and unfair. The same logic applies here. If you don't like it when people do that to greeks, why do it to evacuees? The MAJORITY of these are people just like you and me - the only difference between them and us is the grace of God. Sorry it is seems like I'm chatising you because I'm not. I just hate it when a few idiots make it hard for everybody else. :( |
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Apparently we've gotten some of the victims here in Charlotte, and they'll be attending our schools as well. The Catholic schools will also be placing the ones who are coming from Catholic schools.
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That's wonderful news peaches! I am glad to hear it. :)
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Thanks Lindz and mu_agd! We're so relieved. She's going to school in Tennessee now. Southern hospitality at its finest! She is pretty sure that she will be there for the entire school year. Right now it doesn't look like New Orleans will be ready for students in the Spring semester.
In other news, the company where my fiancΓ© works is matching dollar for dollar every contribution the employees make. Some of the employees are donating their entire weekly paychecks. They are good people. |
Canadians beat U.S. Army to New Orleans suburb
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I don't understand this at all. Why stay and risk your life for material possesions? And don't for a second think I'm talking from a silver spoon upbringing but these things can be replaced. :( Even if you're elderly or have physical limitations, rescuers are there to help move them.
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Astrodome may close next week
Posted on Thu, Sep. 08, 2005 Officials in Texas are planning to clear out and close the Astrodome and other temporary shelters, as soon as next week. "We want to help them get their lives back to normal," Houston Mayor Bill White said this morning on CNN. The target date for emptying the Astrodome is Sept. 19. Plans for the Federal Emergency Management Association to out $2,000 debit cards to evacuees beginning at the Astrodome and eventually at other areas have not materialized as of this morning. FEMA told CNN the debit cards will not be distributed today. In Biloxi, some people were told to expect them in 14 days. http://www.kansas.com/mld/kansas/12590373.htm |
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I think the initial expectation was that these evacuees would get sent off to other shelters and then later into housing.
I say this because here in Wichita, we have a major shelter/processing center set-up but once they are "processed" they will move into housing. People have donated rental properties (houses, apartment complexes, etc.) so that they can basically start over. Those people on public assistance/section 8 will just have their benefits transfered here. Companies are holding jobs for those displaced, so that they can work. I know my company is holding spots/jobs for employees that lost everything at the Miss/LA locations. But so far, no one has showed up and people are not wanting to leave far from NOLA for whatever reason (still looking for family, wanting to go back home, etc.). |
My mom works for a company that handles foreclosures on (I think) HUD homes here in Texas. They take care of the foreclosures, fix them, and sell them I think. Anyway, she told me that all of the houses they have listed have been taken down and given to FEMA to house evacuees. Not sure of any details, except that they have some concerns for their jobs because the company has basically taken away their work.
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From a logistical standpoint, it's a hell of a lot easier for a group of 50 people to get to one particular area than it is for a huge rescue effort to get everywhere in an area the size of the United Kingdom. Which isn't to excuse an overall dismal response from the US government. That being said, I'm thankful for any help that our Canadian neighbors can offer. |
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Sept. 16 will be a national day of prayer and rememberance for the victims of Hurricane Katrina.
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Also I just thought that the article touched on an important break between what the Administration is promoting in it's press conferences and releases - and what the US and world media is reporting regarding the response to Hurrincane Katrina. I could also have used an article discussing the Dutch experts on levee reconstruction, or the Swedish telecomunications equipment and technicians, or the German water pumps, or heck even the International Red Cross all being hampered by red tape in responding to the disaster... something that has grabbed a fair amount of air time on world media stations, or ink in the papers. I would hate to think that people are suffering or dying because of political gamemanship by anyone. Now if the government has it's head in the sand with regards to the difficulties in any international response towards Katrina; one has to wonder if the same seemingly dumb/trivial governmental red-tape hampered or stalled the Federal response to Katrina. Further, I cynically wonder if the government's delays in approving or allowing some of the offered aid and equipment is somehow politically motivated as well - an agenda if you will - in order to mitigate the political damage caused by the slow response... you know making sure that American boots are firmly on the ground before allowing foreigners to participate. But hey getting back to my main point - the seeming break between what the government and the media report... or even acknowledge in some cases. An example of this would be Cheney's on site interview today were a heckler yelled at him before being dragged away (I assume); a heckle/complaint which Cheney dismissed as saying that was the first bad remark he had heard about the government's response... or you could look at the CNN's interview of the minority leader today; were her perception was fully clouded by her obvious partisan agenda - an agenda that the interviewer called her on. To me the various branches of the government as well as the two parties are so disconected with the "non-political" world that they aren't getting or wanting to get a more complete picture - to the detriment of both America and it's people. |
How would it go over if President Bush and the rest of the cast involved for the breakdown in commmunication just say a group "I'm sorry"?
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