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08 September, 2005
Further light reading
I talked to a friend in Baton Rouge yesterday, who had some fairly disgusting stories to share. Not of official incompetence (although there was that, too), but of active malfeasance: cops looting goods in the vacated city, lounging around at their ease with their stolen largesse, stealing ("commandeering") from evacuating residents, keeping people from taking what they need to survive. There's other ugly stories: opportunists running around buying up property to rent out to refugees, housing prices rising, landlords forbidding tenants to take in guests.
And then there's some gorgeous ones. This one, via Bitch PhD is buoyant. It's a long saga, and it's written the way an anarcho-communist like myself would love: the Man is the villain, the working people are the noble heroes.
And then there's some gorgeous ones. This one, via Bitch PhD is buoyant. It's a long saga, and it's written the way an anarcho-communist like myself would love: the Man is the villain, the working people are the noble heroes.
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.
