
Originally Posted by
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Originally Posted by
Spicoli
Before Katrina none, after Katrina two.
What exactly are you so scared off?
If its such an issue to live in that area why don't you just move.
I don't consider it scared but situationally aware. Prepared. Hindsight is 20-20 but had I known prior to the storm and aftermath how rapidly society can collapse, I would have done more than a few things differently. I tend to get scrambled when talking about Katrina but when everything you know as a functional city, leadership, infrastructure, services etc..disappears over night..shit gets real. Real bad and real quick. I attempted to 'walk' to work the same day as landfall to see if it was still standing. We had 3-5 ft of water in some areas of the west bank..so much was lost in the media because they rarely distinguished the difference or fact that there is a West and East bank separated by the Mississippi river here. At first on day 1 I was thinking well we made it and the worst was over. Major wind damage but light rain and it appeared that the levees had held in the first few hours. We along with the gulf coast had been through this before, figured we'd be rebuilding in a couple of days. That began to change rather rapidly. I reached the Parish line walking down the middle of the road and as I got close to a strip mall near work I heard screaming and saw at least 8 to 12 guys running around and riding bikes out of the area. I stood on the levee and started to make a b line along it as the main road was gone. Trying to get into building from rear. The next thing I know it was literally a scene out of some fookin movie and THE moment shit got real. The same what were clearly looters had made it to me and riding in circles. Three stopped before I hit the levee, (aka out of sight)..pulling at their pants and covering faces with bandanas and yelled "are you a cop white boy"..I shouted back "do I look like a fuckin cop". It was the first thing that popped into my head. I wasn't confirming a target and left them guessing. They stood there for a minute and said nothing and the group road off. That moment right there, that instant, told me this wasn't just another 'storm'. The only people left in this city were the poor, the infirmed, the idiots who stayed to ride it out or had rides leave them in the middle of the night (me

) and the criminals. Its hard to explain but you go into a minute to minute way of thinking, adapting and you get primal. By day 2 talk of the water rising was there. The wal mart was openly looted, the Wal Greens was being smashed and still zero police presence. That night you started hearing the distinct sound of pop pop pop the next street over. Then random automatic gun fire late at night. Then the frantic scramble for gas and literally ANY car that was mobile began. I had a POS Honda at the time that would not have made the drive, but it had fuel. Thugs were going around 'punching tanks' on cars syphoning the gas. Windows crashing became hourly. My intent was to get as far as I could on I-90..out of that shit hole ASAP..only to find the roads still underwater and blocked by trees and debris. I had to turn around and hunker down another night. You were being watched, packs of guys looking for anything they could get around here. When I pulled into the neighborhood I made it a point to 'be seen' acting like the car stalled out and ran out of gas. Even though I still had a quarter tank. I pushed it so it would block the front windows and didn't want it stolen or looted. A few cops began showing up on 3rd day but there was no order of operation. Literally just a couple squad cars with police as lost as we were. Frantic. They had no clue what was happening. One had approached a group of looters on Gen. DeGaulle road and was shot in the back of the head, no back up, no nothing. The single car near our road had two officers in it that were panicked. A female rookie was balling her eyes out and the senior said they had to leave area and wait for military to arrive. Again..zero officials or City government to be heard of. YOU were on your own save for a few neighbors who banded together once night came. I spent the last two days waiting on a co worker to drive in so we could evacuate the few dogs remaining at work. He came with two family friends who were retired Jefferson Parish officers and in full tactical gear. The shit was surreal. I turned around in the doorway convinced I'd never see it again, gave a box of remaining water and food to the one neighbor left refusing to leave and split. We literally loaded dogs into a horse trailer under armed guard hearing sporadic shots going off from different directions. As we headed out we passed the Mall which was still being looted and was now fully ablaze as were other buildings. I'm not a gun nut, but I will never ever be that vulnerable and left relying on inept City or State Government again. I purchased a .590 and 9mm for the trip back. More importantly though..when cat. 5 hurricane comes..GET OUT! Evacuate. Lessons learned. Massively long winded here mate. I don't think I've taken the proper time to process some of that shit. Cheers
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