I often wonder if MSM’s steer clear of me because of my ’sometimes’ foul mouth? I like to swear and speak my mind. I’ve always been like that. It’s not a matter of lack of intelligence. I’ve got me a deeplomah or two!
I’ve had some MSM’s in the past quote me but they have conveniently left out the link to my site. The only one’s who have no fear were NPR and Army Times.
Oh by the way, the book is just about finished in the editing phase.
I think the Mayor of New Orleans, Ray Nagin is a fucking idiot!
He is a pebble in a pile of rocks, a pawn in a chess game. He follows suit only after it really makes sense. He is the blame for so many deaths in New Orleans. Down playing the storm and all that followed. He wanted to bring people back into the city. That city is not ready. I don’t know where he has been? I’ve seen it and experienced it. It wasn’t just a week ago that I was being shot at by looters. It wasn’t a week ago that I was arresting people who were trying to loot or sexually assualt women! I was bagging up bodys just a week ago!! What in the hell is this guy thinking?
Enough said.
So there I was in the middle of water. Stepping out of a police car, M16 in hand and ready to lay down the law. Some areas were a haven for very bad people. They would slap their own mothers if they were still around. In a land where people are pissed already because all that they had got washed away. You have to be weary. They will steal whatever you got if they can figure out how to overcome the superior firepower of a M16.
There were many calls for help, albeit looting, someone breaking in a house or just people that don’t belong in certain neighborhoods. It was always a nerve-wracking experience when you got a call. Let me break down some calls for you.
Looting: There was a call where there were reports of 5 black males climbing in and out of a window at a local Wal-Greens. We got on the scene in about 2 minutes. My partner drives slowly up to the backside of the store and I spot a suspect half way in a window. His feet outward towards me. I tell my partner to stop. I got out, slung my weapon behind my back and approached the man. Now before I go any further I want to explain something. This area is under martial law so I could of chosen to shoot this person dead. However, I decided to encounter the guy and give them a life long lesson on looting.
So I grab his foot and with all my might flung him out of the window and onto the side of a dumpster. His head smacking it as he went down. His body went limp for a moment. I then slammed my knee onto his back and flex cuffed his hands and feet. Surprisingly his boys didn’t hear him fall. My partner parks the car and in the distance I can hear sirens coming our way. So we move to the side of the building to check out the door. I ready my weapon because an officer had already been shot that day. There was an entry point that looked to be freshly broken into. I heard rumbling in the store, the sound of feet swishing about in the water. There was only like an inch of water on the floor so it made for a slippery experience. We both crept in and I heard someone say that they better get out soon or they’re going to get shot by the pigs. They obliviously heard the sounds getting closer but didn’t know we were there. I took offense to that comment. Seeing that I was the police that day. I flick the switch to my very bright sure-fire light and beamed it on 3 males. On the other side of the store there was the sound of someone dropping items and running. I tell my partner to get the other one while I covered these 3.
The three looked tempted to run. There only escape was behind me. Now 1 of them was significantly bigger than I. Again if I felt threatened I could shoot that one deader than dead if I wanted. However I decided to hit a switch on my weapon and a nice laser beam along with the light glared upon the bigger one. I told them that if they ran I would not hesitate. Almost simultaneously, their hands went up. My partner yelled over to me and said he had the other guy. A few other officers had just arrived on scene and were yelling into the building for us. We said we were ok and we were going to send out four people. One by one, they went out the breached door and were arrested.
Those were typical calls for looters. Luckily I didn’t have to shoot anyone, but with a lot of restraint a life long lesson was given to each and everyone we arrested. Oh and the guy who got flung out of the window. He was fine, just a bit rattled.
The odd ball: These calls where for individuals that just didn’t belong in certain parts or neighborhoods. For example, a person who looked to be shaggy, dressed in ripped up dirty clothes while riding a little girl’s bike and looking like he just stepped off crack head cloud nine. Typically doesn’t belong in a neighborhood that yields upper class homes. People knew who belong there and who didn’t. In fact some people were terrorizing and assaulting people just days prior.
We responded to a call where a resident said his wife had been approached by a man who wanted to do repair work on her house. She told him no and he went to another house but rather than knocking he fiddled with the door and let himself in. She knew he didn’t own the house so she dialed 911. Arriving on the scene about 3 minutes later, we go to the lady’s house and she said that he hasn’t come out of the house yet. So we walked over and tested the door. It was now locked. We go around the side and out from the back the man walks out of the gate. He looks at us and asked what we needed. Like we were trespassing on his property or something.
We asked him if he has any ID. He said no, it all got washed away. This was a typical excuse for many people. Especially the one’s who were up to no good. So we asked him if this was his residence. He said yes. We asked him what was the address here. He told us this was his sister’s house. So we asked him if he could tell us his sister’s name. He rambled out something. At that point I was calling bullshit so I asked him to turn around. I always asked if there was anything sharp in the pockets before I search people. This guy was kind of jittery. He kept turning around and I had to push him back facing the front a few times. I finally got irritated and put him on the ground, applied some flex cuffs and told him to cut the shit. He had a few miscellaneous items on him. Some watches and a few keys. By that time the lady who called in the complaint had come over. She told us that he had a bag when he went in the house.
So we filed in the house and my partner unlocked the front door. Kind of ironic but a man came to the door and said he was the son of the woman who lived there. He showed us his ID and by looking at some papers in the house we corroborated his association to the person who lived here. The guy who broke into the house then said he was doing repair work on the house. He told us he did in fact have ID in his bag. I got the bag and had him empty it out. Some nasty items came tumbling from that bag. This person had to have been a bum prior to the storm. He had weird random items in it. Plastic bags, magazines, roach clips, glass tubes, mail, spoons, shoes, assorted clothing. It was just weird. The first thought when I saw the various glass tubes and spoons was this guy was a crack head. The guy didn’t have any drugs on him but he surely had the items for it. He was just an odd ball in this area. We didn’t arrest him because we could not get a hold of the owner of the house. The police chief said arrest only those who are committing felony crimes. B&E was minor compared to other calls so we gave this guy a stern talking to and sent him on his way. We confiscated the keys and a few other select items. The son who arrived told the guy that if he caught him in the house again, he’d blow his head off. We didn’t hear from that neighborhood again.
These were typical calls that we would go to. The nerve of some people in times like these! It really bothered me when I would see innocent people being terrorized or harmed by thugs that tried to take advantage of the helpless in the aftermath of this disaster.
When it was all said and done I felt a sense of satisfaction when I got on the bus to head to the airfield. I will surely miss the partner I had. The memory of all those whom I came across. The next time I head to New Orleans I hope to be enjoying the nightlife and taking in a breath of enjoyment rather than the smell of pollution I left behind.
There are so many more stories’ I could share. However, I was just a single piece in the puzzle that is being put back together called New Orleans. I did my part and maybe that was the reason I didn’t go over to Iraq this time. Maybe my fate crossed into someone else’s pivotal moment and that was my reason. To be there and to make a person change. Or maybe to have helped someone enough to leave a lasting impression. I will never know, but I do know that it felt good.
Home Sweet Home!
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