How I Survived Hurricane Maria – Part 3, Looting

How I Survived Hurricane Maria - Part 3 Looting

When I posted the thread that Maria was coming and I could end up without power and internet for a few days, I mentioned that a neighbour came to talk to me beforehand and offered that I stay in his house during the storm, because it was higher up on the hill and thus less susceptible to flooding should the river spill really badly. He came to see me the day after, and said the whole community moved to his house, and they came to get me too, but I was not at home. They thought I left to spend the storm somewhere else.

Matter of fact, with everyone giving me the signs that Maria could get really bad, I left while there was still daylight to get more water. I had about 3/4 of my water bottles full, but I decided to take the treacherous trip through the brewing storm to refill the remaining bottles just in case the power goes out for the dreaded 5 days. After that I returned back home, but it was just during that time that they came to get me, but I was not there. It was a risky business on my behalf to leave the house, even though the winds were not that strong yet, they were still strong enough to be dangerous for anyone outdoors. I took that risk, and was glad I did. But because I did, I spent the night when Maria struck alone with literally no neighbours nearby.

As other people returned to their properties and did what I was doing – removing water and mud so they have at least a place to sleep, well at least those who still had their walls standing and roofs over their heads, I chatted with a few, and was rather shocked to hear everyone who’s a bit older say the same thing – Maria was way more powerful and way more destructive than what before Maria was the most powerful and most destructive hurricane to hit Dominica in the last 100 years – Hurricane David of 1979.

Hurricane David destroyed Dominica, utterly destroyed it. But centuries of passed knowledge conform that a hurricane of such force only ever used to happen once in a century. No person ever lived to experience hurricane this powerful twice. So those who lived when David struck felt that since they already lived through a 100 year storm, there should not be another one like that in their lifetime. Maria smacked that notion out of them all with a bang.

She was significantly more powerful, but her most devastating side was that she lasted way too long. Hurricanes normally come, knock a bunch of powerlines over, destroy a number of houses, kill a number of people, leave behind carnage, but in about 30 minutes, they are usually gone, moving on to cause destruction somewhere else. Maria lingered and kept going on for hours, and I mean hours upon hours, and during those hours she retained maximum force without a minute of slowdown.

Plus she came in two waves. This is also unusual. I thought the reason was that the first blast was the front of the core, followed by a calm which I thought was the eye, and then the second blast followed, which I thought was the rear end of the core. But I had no explanation for why the eye was not quiet, and why the second blast was stronger than the first.

Somebody told me after I left Dominica that Maria in fact had 2 cores. That bitch may have been two hurricanes in one. And she was unusually slow moving, which is likely why she lasted so long, and why she strengthened so much so fast.

I did not listen to any live broadcasts before Maria struck, only visited the Dominica Meteorological Service website, but my neighbours did and they said before radio signals went out, meteorologists reported that Maria went from Category 2 to Category 5 in a manner of 6 hours. So if you were like me, and the last news you got was that Maria was a Category 2 storm, which is obviously very powerful, but not so powerful it wipes out an entire rainforest, you would get caught so off guard, you wouldn’t know what the fuck your name is.

You expect a Category 2 storm, the power goes out so you don’t have any more updates coming in, and then you get hit with the most powerful storm to hit the place in recorded history. As confirmed by meteorologists, such as Maria was the first Category 5 hurricane to make landfall in Dominica. FML that I just had to be there when it happened.

First Hike to Roseau

It rained whole day throughout day 1 of the aftermath, so it certainly was not the time to go exploring, and I had a major and important task around the house, and because of that I didn’t really get a realistic picture of how bad it truly was until the following day.

On day 2, the sun came out. It felt amazing. There was water and mud all around my house, so I saw the sun as an important assistant in beginning the process of at least evaporating the water. With parts of the road reasonably dry, and with all the water out of my house, I put on the boots and decided to take the 5km hike to Roseau, to see if any shops are open in order to resupply.

I was hoping to get candles, mosquito coils, maybe some dry food and more water. The heavy work I put in during the previous day forced me to sweat all day long and lose a lot of fluids. I knew the water I had in bottles would not last nowhere near a week. I was also hoping I would overhear a generator running and if I did, I would approach the owner and ask if I could recharge my GoPro camera’s battery.

I left the house and with the rain gone and the sun out, the real picture of Dominica began to emerge. As I walked down the road, with each step it became clearer and clearer that the power is not coming back anytime soon. There was destruction on every step. I walked that path a thousand times in the past, but I did not recognize the environment at all. Hills moved, rivers rerouted, remaining hills stripped off vegetation, all trees sheared by the force of the wind, the entire jungle on the entire island gone…

On the 5km stretch of road between me and the capital, there was only about 400m of road that wouldn’t need cleaning. Otherwise, it was a mess of epic proportions. Buildings moved and dumped on the road, shipping containers twisted out of shape and dumped on the road, boulders the size of a small house brought in from who knows where and dumped on the road, and all that on a layer of mud and sand in places 2 meters high. Not a single utility tower undamaged to some degree. I mean – I could not believe the scale of devastation.

Miniya

Less than a kilometer from my house was a convenience store. There is a chain of 7/11 like stores called Miniya with several locations on the island. I secretly hoped the one near me would be open, as that would save me from having to go all the way to Roseau and lose buckets of fluid I have no water to replace. All the debris, including giant trees on the road were making the passage extra strenuous as I didn’t just walk, but had to crawl over, or climb under things, and wade my way through a thick layer of mud. Plus with the sun out, the heat became overwhelming and I was sweating barrels.

As I began approaching Miniya near my house, I noticed the roof on the building was gone. The giant, semi trailer sized generator that used to be next to it was smashed up and tossed a distance away across the road. But I saw people walking out of the store with huge bags full of stuff. My initial thought was – despite the damage, they must have opened for the people so we can resupply, and the people were wisely taking advantage of it, because it really looked like no services are coming back for a long, long while.

But as I kept moving closer, I noticed the bags people were walking out with were full of booze. And I thought – what the fuck is wrong with those people? Why would you go spending money on booze when you’re in so much shit with no relief in sight? And then I heard someone yell at me: “No pictures, motherfucker!

I carried the GoPro in my hand, however because I had nowhere to recharge the batteries, I kept it off, only to turn it on should there be something really worth the rest of the battery charge still left. But as I got close enough to Miniya, the initial naivety got smacked right out of me real fast.

Out of Control Looting

I came right up to the store and realize those people were not buying shit. They were looting. There was a foot of mud inside the store, which got in despite the 2 meters wide wall made of sand bags placed around it before the storm. People tossed them out, broke the bars, broke the door, and poured in to steal all they could. It was a question of who’s gonna get there faster and who brings a bigger bag. And they went straight for booze. Only when all the booze was gone, they turned to other stuff. I neither wanted to descend to their level, nor get killed by the threatening locals, so I just kept moving forward hoping none of those loot crazy fuckers comes after me with a machete. I had no weapon.

That initial experience with looting was a huge wake up call, and an even more realistic reminder that shit got real. For those people, the tragedy became an opportunity to obtain free shit. And they showed absolutely no shame and no reluctance to behave like absolute low lives. Fuck all those churches they so determinedly go to every Sunday. Fuck religion and everything it teaches. Taking what doesn’t belong to them because there’s no one to stop them became more important.

I kept moving on without as much as looking at the store. And as I kept going, the ongoing destruction just kept unveiling before my eyes. Total carnage everywhere. The entire environment transformed overnight. It would take a large team of experienced lumberjacks years to mow down every tree in Dominica. Maria did it in a few hours.

Roseau

I made it to Roseau, sweating absolute ponds, and still have not heard anyone running a generator. No access to fuel and no chance to get more made everyone think twice.

When I reached the Botanical Gardens, the sad sight got a whole lot sadder. There were majestic, centuries old trees in the gardens. They were all either unrooted and overturned, or stripped off branches with just trunks left sticking out of the ground. As I said in the previous post, Dominica, just as any island within the Caribbean Hurricane Belt, gets hit with multiple hurricanes every hurricane season. Yet these trees stood there through hundreds of them, including Hurricane David of 1979. But when Maria came, she brought with her their ultimate demise:

Hurricane Maria Killed Centuries Old Trees That Survived Hundreds of Hurricanes, Including Hurricane David of 1979

I took the still of the uprooted tree on the way to Roseau, but the picture didn’t do it justice. So on the way back, I filmed a short video and included the pickup truck that was parked nearby to give it some scale. Maria ripped trees of that size out of the ground:

I walked through the city of Roseau, hoping one of the three bigger grocery stores would be reasonably undamaged to be open for business. These are among the better money makers on the island, so owners were able to build them from strong and lasting materials. But none was a match for Maria.

And as I walked through Roseau, oftentimes at the roof level for the layer of mud and sand in the streets was so thick, I once again noticed looters carrying electronics on their shoulders. None of them cared for things like toilet paper or water. Electronic stores were the first to get broken into. People were walking out with 40 inch screens still in a box on their shoulder and carrying them away.

Once all electronic stores were looted out, then they turned on grocery stores where they first stole booze before touching anything else. Once bigger grocery stores were raided, they turned to smaller shops all the way to tiny mom and pop shacks. I saw groups of looters with crowbars and machetes working hard on gates and bars to force them open to steal everything inside. It was both disheartening and frightening at the same time.

Red Cross came with emergency supplies. I met a representative on the day of my extraction and learned that on their second day on the island, the makeshift storage facility they set up for distribution of supplies was raided and all their communication equipment stolen. That included laptops and satellite phones. But none of the looters touched such things as water purifying tablets which Red Cross brought with them.

My trip to Roseau was a complete disaster. It showed me how bad it really was damage wise, and made me realize that no services are coming back for months, if not years. And at the same time, Dominica became a very dangerous place to be in, because nearly everyone was out to enrich themselves with shit that wouldn’t help them survive the disaster, but would make them look cool to own.

There were a number of Chinese stores selling junk you’d find in a dollar store in the western countries, only in Dominica everything is very expensive due to super high import taxes, so in Dominica these cost way more than a dollar. All these Chinese stores were raided and looted empty. In one I saw three soldiers armed with rifles. But against them was a crowd of about 500 angry looters with crowbars and machetes. The soldiers tried to stop them, but it was in vain. I doubt these Chinese people will consider doing any more business in Dominica. Who would?

Entitled Dominicans

That Dominicans feel entitled to other people shit became clear to me long before Hurricane Maria. When I had a vehicle, they would flag me down and if I didn’t stop and give them a free ride, they’d yell at me, and I mean literally yet shit like: “What the fuck, where are you going? Can’t you see I’m signalling that I want a free ride?

Encounters like that were an everyday thing. Maria only made it worse. On my first trip to Roseau I had a woman get in my face and demand I give her water because she feels entitled to it and insists I give her whatever she asks for. She yelled bloody murder on the entire street, and kept following my while yelling that I give her shit she asks for.

Trying to explain to her that I haven’t had anything to drink whole day, am severely dehydrated from a long and arduous walk in scorching direct sun, and have wasted a ton of bodily fluids trying to find water myself was of no consolation. She saw a white man and demanded I get her water. She kept yelling insults and just yelled and yelled that she wants water and I must give it to her whether I have any or not.

The Water Problem

Maria destroyed fresh water springs I knew about. Situation looked really bad as far as water was concerned. I eventually stumbled across a makeshift medical tent which controlled a faucet connected to a container of rain water. That was as good as it got at the time, and I refilled the one 1.5 liter empty bottle I had with me. That’s all I was allowed to take, because the supply of water was seriously limited island wise, and there were too many people wanting to get water from them.

They also turned on their generator for a while and allowed me to recharge my battery a bit, although not to full, because I had helped them to scoop out the water from around them as it kept getting in their tent.

I was warned that the tank from which the water comes is up the hill and nobody knows if there are any dead animals in it or anything of sorts. Luckily, I saw it prudent to take my bottle of oil of oregano with me for the trek, and added a few drops into the bottles to help eliminate pathogens while also giving myself an immunity boost. I felt safe to drink the water thanks to my oil of oregano. I never leave the house without it.

However, the amount of water I was able to fit in the bottle was less than what I lost taking the hike. Water was not the only thing I needed, meaning I would have taken the trip even if I had an abundance of water at home. But the fact that I didn’t, made everything seriously bad. However I felt a sign of relief knowing that there is a place where I can get water. Especially now that I took the hike to Roseau and realized no services are coming back for a long time.

Looting Aftermath

On the way back, which was in late afternoon, ie a long time after the early morning Miniya loot I walked by, I walked by Miniya again and noticed there was no more activity in or around it. The door was wide open, so I decided to peep in. There was mud on the floor, but no sound of anyone inside, so I turned on my GoPro and took a walk through it. I don’t think the owner of the store will be reopening:

All in all, everything was gone, except a few bottles of some hot sauce, some pickled cactus, and stuff that got damaged and began to rot. The looters even broke into the backrooms, including the manager’s office, and stole everything from there too. There was a safe in the manager’s office which was open, but there were no signs on it of having been open with violence. It is possible the manager emptied the safe before the storm and left it open.

With the battery somewhat recharged, while walking back home, I also filmed some of what the road looked like. What you see in the video used to be a paved, motorable road. But now, nobody’s gonna drive on it anytime soon, and from what I’ve heard, all Dominica’s roads looked like that.

At 0:23 I pause for a bit and turn the camera to the right. There used to be a large entertainment complex with a bar and a restaurant, and a section where rooms could be rented. A lot of women from the Dominican Republic, the larger, Spanish speaking country in the Caribbean, lived there and worked as prostitutes. I booked a room there for a night once. There is essentially nothing left of the entire complex:

Other Trips to Roseau

I have been taking the same trip to Roseau every day. Unfortunately, on my second trip, I didn’t get any water. The people who set up the medi center said so many people showed up for water, they were so low they could no longer afford to give water to anyone else because they had patients and had to save the little bit left for them. That was devastating. I lost too much fluid taking the trip, and not get a drop back in me whole day was frightening. I also thought that because I know there is water, I took this trip with a bunch of empty bottles in my backpack, unlike my fist trip for which I only took one, as I didn’t know if there will be a way to refill it or not, and thought some shops could be open so I needed space in the backpack for supplies.

On my second trip, I also ran into the Venezuelan Ambassador to Dominica, with whom I became friends. He told me his house got destroyed, and so did the Venezuelan embassy, where I took a few Spanish classes.

Venezuela was the first country to recognize Dominica after the island nation declared its independence, and the first country to open an embassy in Dominica. Two days before Maria struck, along with the Prime Minister of Dominica Roosevelt Skerrit, I attended a Solidarity with Venezuela event held in the Simon Bolivar Square in Goodwill. Noone had guessed at that time that a couple of days later, Dominica would never be the same again.

Later I ran into my landlady. She was excited to see me, because there was no cell phone coverage anymore, so she had no way to find out if her house survived. She told me the villa where she stayed in Morne Bruce was leveled, except for one bathroom. So her and her family were staying with friends in Roseau. Morne Bruce is an upscale community where the Prime Minister of Dominica has his residence. His residence was also destroyed and the Prime Minister had to be relocated.

Funny thing is – my landlady’s villa was a beautiful place with amazing views and a wonderful swimming pool, whereas the house I was renting from her was an old, worn out, beat up place that didn’t look like much. Prior to Hurricane Maria, if she were to sell both her villa and the house I was renting, the villa would fetch her a lot of money, whereas the house I was renting would only bring a bit more than a pocket change. But after Maria, the villa became worthless, yet the old house is still standing and is in decent shape.

On my third trip, I reached the point when it became clear that there will be nothing but suffering on Dominica for a long time. I will not have the power to recharge batteries, I will not have the internet to post any updates, I will not have the water to survive, and by then, the conditions created by Maria made it favorable for mosquitoes who came out in overwhelming numbers. I had a box of mosquito coils, but had to use them every day due to there being an unbearable number of mosquitoes everywhere. I was down to the last one and there was nowhere to get more. It looked really, really bad and I began to understand that even though up to this point I kept preparing for a long stay without services and access to water or food and other essentials, the time has come for plan B, which I was gradually working on with each trek to Roseau – evacuation.

Video below I filmed at the cricket stadium in Roseau the day before my evacuation. It shows one of the lighting towers toppled over:

There was also an additional problem which nobody seemed to care about. See, when power went out and Maria caused the destruction, people suffered great losses to many things, including supplies. Consequently, a lot of food got spoiled and had to be thrown away. And that was the problem. Within the community where I lived, I told my neighbors that we needed to stop throwing garbage into bins because nobody’s coming to pick up any garbage for months. No truck is going to pass down that road, so garbage is gonna keep piling up and all organic matter within it will begin to rot, fostering diseases like dysentery and what not. That could quickly lead to secondary issues that could get very bad.

Similarly, water and sewage system pipes were destroyed by Maria too. So nobody in Dominica was shitting or pissing into a toilet bowl. Anyone who did had it full of stale, steaming shit – literally. People began pissing next to their houses and shitting God knows where. Nobody seemed to try establish a long term waste solution and when I approached neighbors about it, I got nowhere. I mean – who am I telling them Dominicans what to do?

If that weren’t enough, Maria killed a lot of wildlife. I noticed on day two the stench of rotting flesh permeating my house. I went to investigate and found a dead Oguti – that’s the local name for a fairly large opossum. I took it as deep into the forest as I could, dug a hole there and buried it, eliminating the hazard and the rotten stench. But nobody else seemed to do anything about dead animals around their properties. Here’s my oguti before I went to bury it:

Oguti Killed by Hurricane Maria Began to Rot and Stink Behind my House

With the large part of Dominica’s population turning into looters, and the rest giving no shit about imminent problems from uncontained waste and sewage, even if I myself took care of my own waste, I’d still be threatened by the diseases fostered by other people’s waste.

Needless to say, the only sensible solution at this stage was to find a way to evacuate and take it.

Evacuation

On my fourth trip to Roseau I closely reconnected with my friends from the top management positions in Digicel, and whereas I found out that they are chartering helicopters from abroad in order to evacuate their employees, I used these connections to secure a seat on one of the helicopters for myself. The evacuation was scheduled for the following day.

I took the last trek back home, packed up light, leaving most of my stuff behind, cleaned up the house and hiked back to Roseau to get on the helicopter:

This, by the way, was the first time in my life I flew in a helicopter. It’s kind of crazy that my first and only helicopter ride ever had to be taken to save my life. The helicopters went to St. Lucia, which unlike Dominica, which I hadn’t visited prior to my more than a year long stay, I did visit in the past and found it to be a disgusting place made disgusting by disgusting people. However, St. Lucia was not severely affected by Hurricane Maria and had both a functioning airport, and a functioning ship harbor, meaning it was possible to move on from there (unlike from Dominica).

Here’s the footage I filmed from the helicopter. The beginning is from Dominica and provides a bird’s eye view of the Maria’s aftermath six days later:

Needless to say, because September is the peak of the low season, this is the time of year when all establishments that cater to tourists make the least money. But because of the disaster in Dominica, people fleeing to St. Lucia presented the opportunity for St. Lucians to have as much demand for accommodation and transportation as in the high season. And they used it to load themselves up with cash by overcharging and otherwise ripping off the devastated evacuees from Dominica every way they could. Yet they did it with a smile on their face, making it sound like you should be thankful for them ripping you off. St. Lucia has the phoniest, nastiest people I’ve ever come across, trampling even the Thais. I knew that from my first visit in 2002, and this second visit only affirmed all that.

Anyway, I didn’t really have a choice, but I survived both the disaster in Dominica and the filth of St. Lucia, and am currently on the move elsewhere.

Thanks to everyone who took the time of their day to read the account of my experience with Hurricane Maria. And moreover, thanks to all the support during and after the Hurricane. Shit ain’t over for me yet, as I lost everything but life in the hurricane. I’m as broke as they get right now, and to make matters worse, the National Bank of Dominica where I had an account and the little bit of my savings, has been physically destroyed by the Hurricane, including all their ATM machines, so I’ve been unable to access these funds since Maria struck. It’s been two weeks, but there’s been nothing. The cards do not work, internet access to the account doesn’t work, none of their phone numbers work… it simply doesn’t look good.

In my particular case, however, this is still not the worst of it. Six days of severe dehydration flared up my kidney condition and I’ve been in severe pain basically 24/7 since. I’ve been there before and know this pain. It’s considered the worst a human being can experience. It’s a fast road down hill from there and there are no shortcuts. Any way I look at it, I have a very, very rough ride ahead of me.

But I’m alive so I’m counting my blessings and moving forward. This is nothing out of the ordinary for me, as my whole life has been like that. I will rebounce, I will rebuild. As they say, when you hit rock bottom, the only way from there is up. For what it’s worth, the Grim Reaper will have to wait a little longer.

Meanwhile, I have yet to be caught in a tsunami and a lava pouring out of a volcano. I’ve already been in an earthquake, and even survived having a girlfriend. There’s still excitement to be had before I depart. And all I have to say about that is – bring it on!

Mark

Author: Vincit Omnia Veritas

Thank you for eleven years of Best Motherfucking Gore.

55 thoughts on “How I Survived Hurricane Maria – Part 3, Looting”

  1. Great to read all of this from your point of view, it really sounds as bad as it can get, I hope things get better.
    Here in Mexico we’ve been having these earthquakes and they were pretty scary..
    So i think i can kinda understand what it is like to be affected by a natural disaster..
    People will always take advantage of anything whenever they can..
    Good luck, hope things get better for you.
    Thanks for keeping up with the site despite everything..

  2. Elsewhere? Elsewhere?? Tell us where, Mark. Remember you have friends that want to help you. What denomination of currency will you be using? Would you still be able to use bitcoin?? If you can use bitcoin, I think I can get emergency $$ to you tomorrow.

      1. Best Gore Island – yeah, that’ll work. I can see it now – “Today’s Challenge” Who can bleed bore before passing out? – Tomorrow, do you need your fingers to eat? IT’S “EAT YOUR FINGERS FRIDAY” With special guest Jeffrey Dahmer !

  3. Thank you for updating us! I’m glad to hear you’re at least safe. The pain will pass, and you’ll make it through. My family and I all have you in our thoughts and prayers. I’ve even set aside an extra offering at my little altar space for you.
    Stay strong, big guy. We’re all rooting for ya 🙂

  4. it is great to hear your story and how you intend to start again from scratch. most people would give up because they are useless scum fucks. i hope you find a nice safe place to live. hungary looks good these days.

    1. Yeah I’d probably go bonkers until I suffer a heart attack. Not really, more than likely I’d die of starvation, dehydration, poor sanitary conditions or no shelter. That being said, I can gladly say that I am a proud practitioner of Bushcraft.
      Mark your story is inspiring. All I can do is give you luck and wish the best.. stay safe brother.

  5. Looking at the apocalypse style landscape you are indeed lucky to be alive especially when people are getting there loot on a lonesome white guy is a target in times of lawlessness a bunch of looters may have enjoyed tapping your white ass stay safe may the force be with you

  6. I see you got a real life look at the natural nigger behaviour Mark. Looting, violence, the “I iz blak so gibs me dat” mentality and of course the non stop compulsion to “muh-dik“.

    The hurricane was just the excuse not the creator of their behaviour, the actions are already in them they just spend every waking moment looking out for an opportunity to be their real selves.

    All throughout western Europe I have seen black people chimp-out and loot for any and all reasons. The local drug dealer gets killed, looting time. KFC takes too long on their fried chicken order, violence and looting time. They wake up one morning in a bad mood, violence and looting time. Most times they get so bored waiting for an opportunity to arise that they simply just make one up so that they can be violent and loot.

    For your own safety then Mark, best you keep a distance from such feral beasts that have discarded all pretence of being human.

    1. You are 100% correct about the savage depravity of the black mind. All they know is primitive violence and selfishness.

      Why the fuck else would africa continue to be a primitive, backward shithole if it’s the “cradle of humanity” while every other part of the world developed, except for the fact that niggers are incapable of being civilized.

      You’re so correct that any time they want anything, that’s their excuse to turn violent.

      They are incapable of being truthful, also. Every fucking word out of their mouths is a lie. They teach their verminous offspring to lie, also.

      If the world could and would eradicate the nigger, we would all be so much better off. But too many people won’t even wake up to the problem, so we are all pretty much doomed.

  7. Hey Mark, thanks for sharing your story, and the misery you have been going through. Most of us have never been in natural disasters before. I grew up in Asia, surrounded by natural disasters in neighboring countries, but never experiencing much of it directly, except for floods due to bad drainage, but recently, tropical depressions, earthquakes, heavy rains, and floods have been coming. I now live in a hurricane alley, but have not been affected by that, either. You sure do have a lot of friends here, so this should be a good resource. I sure would be willing to help out some. If everyone helped out a little, I am sure the cumulative effect would be great. I sure have given to complete strangers who panhandle at a lot of intersections in H-Town, and sure would not have trouble helping out. Take care and stay safe, bro.

  8. “On my third trip, I reached the point when it became clear that there will be nothing but suffering on Dominica for a long time.”

    And I hope that’s the case.

    As I read your riveting account, the biggest way in which it affected me was to imbue a tremendous contempt for the people of Dominica—a people with which I had zero previous knowledge or experience. That contempt quickly swelled to loathing and hatred. It’s a hatred for their selfishness and contempt for others, but also for their (obviously innate and immutable) IGNORANCE.

    As I said, before reading your story I knew nothing about these Dominican vermin. But I was instantly reminded of the haitian people I have met and worked around in Florida. They are some of the most ignorant, rude, inconsiderate, selfish, and STUPID people I have ever encountered.

    When haiti had that earthquake, I saw so many Floridians going out of their way to send money and aid (which we know the actual people never got). I didn’t give a fucking penny, because even then I knew what haitians were like. Now I know a lot more about them, and so now apart from not helping them, I am fucking GLAD whenever I read that bad shit is happening to them, and that they still haven’t recovered from the earthquake.

    The people of the Caribbean islands are less than shit, to me. Your story solidified that in my mind.

    I seriously hope that you are finished with that cesspool and will not return. I don’t know what brought you there originally, but please, don’t go back.

  9. Hopefully, every living person on that island will die an agonizing death from the secondary effects of the hurricane, and the place will return to nature.

    People who are so fucking stupid that they steal televisions to bring home to demolished houses without electricity, and who are too stupid to know not to just SHIT wherever, don’t deserve to live. Fucking primitives.

    You’re talking about people who are so stupid that they stole the equipment that the Red Cross was going to use to help them! I hope that the Red Cross workers saw that, saw the savagery of the so-called “people” they were trying to help, and fucking quit. Just, “You know what? That’s how you are? Fine. I’m out. Fucking rot here, you stupid niggers!”

    I sincerely wish that the world would simply turn its back on these vermin and let them all die in their shitty, wrecked country.

    1. That’s pretty much right. The Red Cross brought that equipment with them so they could manage their distribution of emergency supplies to the affected populace, and communicate with their headquarters overseas in order to resupply effectively and with what is actually needed. They needed this equipment because there were no operational communication channels available in Dominica. The violent breakin into their office left them without the office from where they could coordinate their efforts on the island, and without the equipment needed to carry out these tasks. And they came there to help these people. They took the journey to assist, and this is what they got in return.

  10. “But I’m alive so I’m counting my blessings and moving forward. This is nothing out of the ordinary for me, as my whole life has been like that.”

    Mark, I don’t know you or anything about you, but you appear to be an intelligent and articulate guy. I would be interested to read you prior story, how and why you found yourself on Dominica for this hurricane, and what you meant by what you said in the quote above.

    Good luck getting back on an even keel, man.

  11. @happy
    Damn. Just… damn. Here’s hoping things get better for you (nowhere to go but up, right?) and I’m really just glad you’re still with us. Looking forward to more posts (gore or otherwise) and in the meantime there’s always the BG archives.

  12. Good god Mark, what a riveting read… and knowing that it is not fiction is just mind boggling. You need to nail down the movie rights to your experience. Maybe your next stop should be L.A.?
    Anyway, good luck & good health to you.

  13. man, thank you very much Mark for adding part 2 and 3.
    in fact all 3 parts are all very interesting despite the total hell `. not only all interesting but also of the fact that you took the time to explain them well in your limited situation. then yes I read them all well and I also liked the videos added to the texts (good work).

    I was impressed with the size of it’s old trees that were completely thrown to the ground (crazy). this is where you tell yourself if Maria can make such a devastation: imagine what she can do on humans …

    The vision from the Helicopter : Dominica look like a Death Valley for sure.

    in any case thank you again D to have share what you lived there in fact I did not know much but now I know.

    in all this also : I understood that fatigue and exhaustion, fear, name it … must have been hard on you then my friend take the time to finally ,,,rest ,,, .

    (f @ ck you Maria).

    take care Body,

    Dycrow

    * i also like indeed : http://www.bestgore.com/natural-disasters/videos-take-during-category-5-hurricane-maria-dominica/

  14. So glad you made it.

    Also glad that you point out these human shaped turds that rob and loot.

    I had a friend that went on a military expedition to help out in Bangladesh during one of their many annual ‘natural disasters’.

    He told me about it after he and I were being chastized by a former employer for criticizing folks that refused to leave before Katrina hit.

    He said, “Sometimes the world has to wipe its ass.” He had much the same experience that you had with the people.
    And once again, this has been shown to be true.

    I feel more sorrow for the loss of those ancient trees than I do for those piece of shit thieves.

    And those are trees that I never saw except for the one on your video, and I’m not a tree hugging freak either!

  15. Took me a couple of days to get thru this. I had to leave halfway thru the post to do shit, but I’m grateful it wasn’t stuff that needed to be done to survive. Maybe you should get a job with National Geographic. Thanks for the helicopter ride, it was pretty awesome albeit a bit loud. Your new life’s tune from now on will be Gloria Gaynor’s “I will Survive”. If you survived a girlfriend you can get thru anything. I survived two live in girlfriends physically and financially. I don’t know about mentally. I almost hit on this tall hot looking red head yesterday, and my psyche screamed “Run fucker run!” and I did, with my dick tucked between my legs.

  16. Seeing the satellite radar video, it doesn’t look as if the storm could have taken any better aim at Dominica than it did! It hit the island square on! The chopper video really gives you a sense of the devastation.. Comparing the hills and landscape to the later part of the video, which I would assume is St. Lucia, you can really see how much of the island’s vegetation was completely destroyed.. The big issue now will be landslides.. Whenever it rains heavily in the future, they are guaranteed to get them until the vegetation recovers sufficiently to provide the anchor for the land.. This could take many years.. It seems for all intents and purposes, Dominica has been utterly destroyed by mother nature!

  17. @happy You have to be exhausted in every sense of the word. I know you try to take care and are a user of natural remedies and such; keep that up even more now and try to eat well and get plenty of rest. While it may seem like you’re “fine”, I’m sure your body is not at it’s usual best. The last thing you need is a weakened immune system right now.

  18. Mark, tell your best goreans for donation, tell us how to send it.
    I have not much as others but for sure we can share some with our friend.
    Now tell us where and how to send.
    . . .
    Reportage was awesomely interesting. Love the way you writing.

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