John Moore's daughter told him about her friends' ordeal in New Orleans: posted at Useful Idiots.
While walking and swimming through various levels of water, they encountered a dead baby floating away. The water smelled like gasoline and grime. When they made it to the Superdome, armed guards simply asked them to drop any weapons into a box (filled with guns, they noted) and let them pass. At this point the Superdome was still relatively clean, and they changed clothing in the bathroom and tossed out their soiled wet clothes.
Quickly, they realized things were going to get bad. Looters broke into the restaurants and vending outlets, bringing out liquor bottles and cases of beer. They were offered beer at $1 per can. Soon, fighting broke out, and people were left bleeding or dead in the corridors. No one came to help the sick or dead.
Hoping to find safety, they set out to find a place to hide. A trash can held the corpse of a 4 and a half year old girl. The mourners nearby said she had been raped and killed.
The Army told them they couldn’t hang around for safety, so they went to where the National Guard was forming a ring. The Guardsmen told them they could hang around the perimeter if they wanted, so they sat about 10 feet away from where two Guards were posting entrance to their circle. At some point after, a man came out of the flooded areas of the Dome with a pipe. He hit one of the Guards, a woman, on the head. He then shot the other guard in the leg (origin of gun unknown). The female Guard ran screaming away. The perpetrator ran back to the water. He was found with just his nose above the surface, and locked up.
They watched two women beat a man to death after he tried to grab one of their daughter’s, presumably to rape. Before his cell phone battery died, he text-messaged me how scared he was, and that he didn’t think he would make it out.
A woman behind the pair had two German Shepards that were getting violent, and had nipped at my friends. One friend finally turned around and asked her to keep her dogs away from them. She screamed, “It’s just because you hate black people!” “Uh-oh”, they thought, “we’re dead now!” Luckily, the crowd didn’t turn on them, and they were safe.
He told me of how wonderful the people of Texas were. Every time the bus stopped, volunteers gave them food and water, and a soldier even hugged him. The volunteers at the convention center were very welcoming, and my friend has now vowed that Texas is the greatest state in the nation. He was very angry at the mayor and governor of Louisiana, for their lack of preparedness for a storm that they knew was coming. Neither friend ever wants to step foot in New Orleans again.
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