Monday, January 19, 2009

Senseless, Stupid, Sad--Torrential Rage

Anyone living in the city of New Orleans right now knows exactly what I'm talking about. For the record, the "victim," as she keeps being referred had a name: Wendy Byrne. I keep hearing Brando whispering, "The Horror, the horror."

I am not going to go on and on about this, as others have done so much better than I could, over at Humid City there are several, read Lord David's post "At the Cost of a Life" for sure. Via Twitter, another rage against violence posted by Penny Dreadful. The NOLA Krewe of Wenches has written a rant on their MySpace page. There are others, many others, all of them worth reading.

I am going to copy/paste a comment I left on Lord David's piece, followed by his response:

Slate Says:

January 19th, 2009 at 10:52 am
My husband was heading to work just about that time. As he drove his carriage down Esplanade, he saw what he believes to be one of the shooters running across Esplanade as though his life depended on it, and it probably did, (he didn’t know at the time any shooting or robbery had happened, he just noticed that the kid was running blindly). The kid ran across Esplanade into the Marigny. It bothered my husband all evening. When he got home he checked, found a number for Crimestoppers (no number posted for NOPD). He called it. It’s out of state. He had to repeat “New Orleans, yes ma’am, New Orleans. NEW ORLEANS. He then explained what he’d seen, by then he knew the intersection that the crime had happened on, he told them that too, gave a description of the kid he saw including hair, build, jacket, jeans and shoes. He was told, “Call back if you have a name or address for him.” He was never asked his name. He’s going to try NOPD, but we aren’t holding out much hope.

Nevermind, I’m gonna post this. It’s outrageous.

Lord David Says:

January 19th, 2009 at 11:08 am
The above post is a perfect example of the reaction of the local police.

“Call Crimestoppers.”
Nevermind that they’re an out of state information center.

I wonder if my waiter said, “Maybe that lady at the next table can bring you some water. I hear she’s a waiter at another place”, how long they would be employed. What happened to all the Beat Cops we were promised, who were around for a week? Was it too hard to walk around all day? Try tending bar during Mardi Gras. Of course, you might get killed on the walk home.

If the cops are going to ignore any calls they don’t feel like going on and focus on seatbelt violators and a few pot heads to get their statistics up and raise City Cash, then we are merely at the mercy of another huge armed gang, with Riley & Nagin as their Leaders.

To Protect and Serve.
Do it or go home.
That includes you, Ray.
Do your fucking job.

I've been thinking about this all day. The article gives the lead detective's name, Homicide Detective Richard Chambers. The article ends there but is followed by this:

Citizens with information that can help solve this crime are asked to call CRIMESTOPPERS at 822-1111, toll-free 1-877-903-STOP(7867). You could receive a cash reward of up to $2,500 for information leading to the arrest and indictment of the responsible person(s). You do not have to give your name nor testify to receive the reward.

The cost of a life indeed. They should have posted Detective Chambers direct line and cell. BTW, the composites drawings of the alleged perpetrators have been released. The one on the right is an exact depiction of the kid my husband saw running.

Humid City's site posted the Decatur Street memoriam. Below is the Governor Nicholls and Dauphine memoriam. It's utterly incongruous on that quiet corner. No more words. Blogger won't let me upload the last three. Not sure they're needed anyway.

EDIT 8:45PM: Blogger finally let me upload the rest of the photos. But more importantly, my husband called the homicide detective today to report his information. He made that call at 11:24AM. He has not received a return call yet.

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