“I just got back from a FEMA Detainment Camp”


Richard Moore


First a few short items, then the main article.


Very good video re/Prescott Bush & the Nazis:

Photos which seem to indicate ion-beam control of Katrina:

The New York Times  
Op-Ed Columnist 
"Killed By Contempt"
Published: September 5, 2005 
    ...The Chicago Tribune reports that the U.S.S. Bataan,
    equipped with six operating rooms, hundreds of hospital beds
    and the ability to produce 100,000 gallons of fresh water a
    day, has been sitting off the Gulf Coast since last Monday -
    without patients...

The Lies To Hike The Price Of Oil

...A more appropriate title for this piece would have been
"Orchestrating Financial Collapse".
...In 2000, I worked in the Gulf of Mexico for two different
OSV companies that provided support services to the "oil
patch". The two companies did very different work for the oil
companies so I got to get an eye full. ...The first thing that
I'd like to expose is the fact that nearly all of the new
wells in the gulf are immediately capped off and forgotten
about. I saw well after well brought in only to see them
capped off and left. Oil or natural gas it didn't matter. I
asked a couple of petroleum engineers what exactly was going
on and I was told by both (they worked for different
companies) that there was no intention of bringing that oil to
market until the "price was right".
...Another lie I'd like to lay to rest is the one about all of
the "terrible damage" done to the oil platforms and rigs in
the gulf during hurricanes. This is how they justify the price
spikes that occur because of lost production. If anyone cared
to see this for themselves they could travel the entire Gulf
of Mexico in search of destroyed oil rigs and they won't find
any- not one. There is a damned good reason that this is so
and that reason is that they are built so well that a
hurricane can't touch them...

Photos accompany original article at this URL:

I just got back from a FEMA Detainment Camp

posted on 6-9-2005 at 12:59 AM Post Number: 1664014 (post id:

I'm extremely depressed to report that things seem to only be
getting sadder concerning the people so devastatingly affected
by Katrina last week.  Two car loads of us headed over to
Falls Creek, a youth camp for Southern Baptist churches in
Oklahoma that agreed to have its facilities used to house
Louisiana refugees.  I'm afraid the camp is not going to be
used as the kind people of the churches who own the cabins
believe it was going to be used.

Jesse Jackson was right when he said "refugees" was not the
appropriate word for the poor souls dislocated due to Katrina.
 But he was wrong about why it is not appropriate.  It's not
appropriate because they are detainees, not refugees.

Falls Creek is like a small town that is closed down about 9
months out of the year.  It is made up of cabins that range
from small and humble to large and grandiose, according to how
much money the church who owns the cabin has.  Each cabin has
full kitchen facilities, bathrooms and usually have two large
bunkrooms - one for women and one for men.  The occupancy of
the cabins varies according to the church.  This past week the
Southern Baptist association of Oklahoma offered the facility
as a place to house refugees from the Katrina disaster.  Each
church owning a cabin was then called to find out if they
would make their cabin available.  Churches across the state

I started my journey by loading six large trash bags full of
clothes in the back of my beetle buggy.  I then went to the
local Dollar General and purchased various hygiene products,
snacks and even a set of dominoes and a deck of cards.  I had
my daughter take her own shopping cart and go and select her
own items that she wanted to take.  I told her to imagine
herself without anything in the world and then select what she
would need to live every day.

We then met up with my elderly parents who had gone to the
Dollar Store themselves, and to the grocery store and had
spent WAY too much of their limited social security on the
venture.  But that's okay.  We ended up having to take both
vehicles on the 150 mile round trip because they were both
pretty full.  My son showed up and wanted to go.   He drove my
parents while my daughter and I rode in my car.

To say we all left with excitement would be appropriate.  My
78 year old mother is a "fixer".  She loves to help people and
she absolutely needs some one to dote over.  That she was
about to be able to help some people who had lost all in their
lives had her feeling physically healthier than I've seen her
in days.  I was glad to get the chance to actively do
something other than donate what little I can to some faceless
charity hoping it would get to the people who needed it.  I
felt glad I could do some small something that might cut
through the helplessness I've felt over this situation.  Both
of my kids were eager to assist.

The only odd thing that occurred prior to setting off happened
while I was gassing up in our small town.  My daughter was
pumping the gas and a lady she knew pulled up to an adjacent
pump.  My daughter started telling her where we were going and
that we were taking things to the refugees.  The lady told my
daughter that she had been told the Red Cross was not allowing
any one to deliver supplies.  When I returned to the car from
paying for the gas my daughter informed of this.  I told her
that the Red Cross would not be preventing the members of our
church from entering our own cabin, so it really didn't
matter.  It was at that point we decided to stop back by the
house and get my daughter's camera so that she could take
pictures if required.

From the moment I heard about Falls Creek being scheduled to
receive refugees I had two thoughts run through my mind:

1.  What a beautiful place to be able to stay while trying to
get your life back in order.

2.  What a terrible location to be when you're trying to get
your life back in order.

The first thought is because Falls Creek is nestled in the
Arbuckle Mountains of south central Oklahoma.  One of the more
beautiful regions of the state.  It would be a peaceful and
beautiful place to try to start mending emotionally, and begin
to figure what you're going to do next.

The second thought comes because Falls Creek is very secluded
and absolutely no where near a population center.  The closest
route from Falls Creek to a connecting road is three miles on
a winding narrow road called "High Road" (It gets that name
for two reasons - it's goes over the mountain instead of
around it like "Low Road" does, and it's where the teenagers
of the area go to party).  The road has not a single home on
it for over 3 miles.  After battling that 3 miles over
mountains, you'll find yourself about 5 miles from the nearest
town, Davis, Oklahoma, population ca. 2000.  This is no place
to start a new life.

A few pictures headed toward Falls Creek over High Road to
give you a feel of the seclusion.

All of sudden the landscape changed from picturesque
mountainous rural America, to something foreign to me as we
approached the rear gate of the camp.  Two Oklahoma State
Patrol vehicles and four Oklahoma Troopers guarded the gate. 
We started through and they stopped us.

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

I informed him we're here to deliver supplies to *our church's
name* cabin.  He stood silent and stared at me.  My daughter
turned and snapped a picture of his vehicle - very

I smiled at him and he asked, "Do you know where that cabin is

I informed him I did.  He looked at me a bit longer and then
said, "Ok" and stepped away from the car.  They stopped my
parents' vehicle as well, but I assume my son informed them he
was with us.  They let them pass.

We made our way through the narrow streets toward our church's

We noticed that the various church cabins had numbered
placards on them that normally weren't there.

We arrived at our cabin and started toting the clothes in.  We
finally found a group of men upstairs in the dorms trying to
do something alien to them - make beds.  They had almost
completed the room of bunk beds and told us we could go over
to the ladies' dorm room and start on it.  We lugged our sacks
of clothes back down the stairs.  Then we got the first
negative message.  "You can't bring any clothes in.  FEMA has
stated they will accept no more clothes.  They've had 30
people sorting clothes for days.  They don't want anymore." 
My mind couldn't help but go back over the news articles that
have accused FEMA of refusing water in to Jefferson Parrish,
or turning fuel away.

We lugged the bags of clothes back to the car.  We then turned
to bringing in our personal hygiene products.  That's when we
learned our cabin had been designated a "male only" cabin. 
Approximately 40 men, ranging from age 13 on up would be
housed there.  We started resacking the female products and
sorted out everything that would be useful for men.

We lugged the bags of female products back to the car.  We
asked if they knew of a cabin that had been designated for
women.  The "host" (the hosts are Oklahoma civilians who have
been employeed??? by FEMA to reside at each cabin and have
already gone through at least one "orientation" meeting
conducted by FEMA at "BASE" which is some unknown but
repetitively referred location within the camp) told us he
believed McAlester cabin was dedicated to females.  He then
explained there were male, female and family cabins

We then started lugging in our food products.  The foods I had
purchased were mainly snacks, but my mother - God bless her
soul - had gone all out with fresh vegetables, fruits, canned
goods, breakfast cereals, rice, and pancake fixings.  That's
when we got the next message:  They will not be able to use
the kitchen.

Excuse me?  I asked incredulously.

FEMA will not allow any of the kitchen facilities in any of
the cabins to be used by the occupants due to fire hazards. 
FEMA will deliver meals to the cabins.  The refugees will be
given two meals per day by FEMA.  They will not be able to
cook.  In fact, the "host" goes on to explain, some churches
had already enquired about whether they could come in on
weekends and fix meals for the people staying in their cabin. 
FEMA won't allow it because there could be a situation where
one cabin gets steaks and another gets hot dogs - and...

it could cause a riot.

It gets worse.

He then precedes to tell us that some churches had already
enquired into whether they could send a van or bus on Sundays
to pick up any occupants of their cabins who might be
interested in attending church.  FEMA will not allow this. The
occupants of the camp cannot leave the camp for any reason. If
they leave the camp they may never return.  They will be
issued FEMA identification cards and "a sum of money" and they
will remain within the camp for the next 5 months .

My son looks at me and mumbles "Welcome to Krakow."

My mother then asked if the churches would be allowed to come
to their cabin and conduct services if the occupants wanted to
attend.  The response was "No ma'am.  You don't understand. 
Your church no longer owns this building.  This building is
now owned by FEMA and the Oklahoma Highway Patrol.  They have
it for the next 5 months."  This scares my mother who asks "Do
you mean they have leased it?"  The man replies, "Yes,
ma'am...lock, stock and barrel.  They have taken over
everything that pertains to this facility for the next 5

We then lug all food products requiring cooking back to the
car.  We start unloading our snacks.  Mom appeared to have
cornered the market in five counties on pop-tarts and
apparently that was an acceptable snack so the guy started
shoving them under the counter.  He said these would be good
to tied people over in between their two meals a day.  But he
tells my mother she must take all the breakfast cereal back. 
My mother protests that cereal requires no cooking.  "There
will be no milk, ma'am."  My mother points to the huge
industrial double-wide refrigerator the church had just
purchased in the past year.  "Ma'am, you don't understand...

It could cause a riot."

He then points to the vegetables and fruit.  "You'll have to
take that back as well.  It looks like you've got about 10
apples there.  I'm about to bring in 40 men.  What would we do

My mother, in her sweet, soft voice says, "Quarter them?"

"No ma'am.  FEMA said no...

It could cause a riot.  You don't understand the type of
people that are about to come here...."

I turn and walk out of the room...lugging all the healthy
stuff back to the car.  My son later tells me the man went on
to say "We've already been told of teenage girls delivering
fetuses on buses."  My son steps toward him and says "That's
because they've almost been starved to death, haven't had a
decent place to get a good night's sleep, and their bodies
can't keep a baby alive.  I'm not sure that's any evidence
some one should be using to show these are 'bad people'."

We then went to the second dorm room and made up beds.  When
we got through and were headed outside the host says to me and
my daughter, "How did you get in here?"  I told him we came in
through the back gate.  He replies, "No, HOW did you get in
here?  No one who doesn't have credentials showing is supposed
to be in here."  (I had noticed all the "hosts" had two or
three badges hanging around their necks.)  I told him it might
have had something to do with the fact my daughter was
snapping pictures of the OHP presence at the gate.  He then
tells us, "Well, starting in the morning NO ONE comes in.  So
if you have further goods you want to donate you will have to
take them to your local church.  They will collect them until
they have a full load and then bring them to the front gate."

Me and my two kids then walked over the hill to the camp's

First - just another OHP car...

The amphitheater is full of clothes (but I'm not sure I'm
seeing enough for 5000 people for 5 months).

But there was more...an Oklahoma Department of Safety truck
and a military vehicle...

and a cell phone tower (which fretling didn't get a pic
of...grrr).  Falls Creek, because it sits in a "bowl"
surrounded by mountains, is notorious for no cell phone

There were buses coming in the front gate at about a rate of 1
every 2 or 3 minutes.  We could hear them below us as we
walked back up the hill.  We could also see their white tops
through the trees.  We figured these were busloads of refugees
arriving, but we never saw these buses in the camps, nor were
any refugees visible at the camp while we were there.

We then loaded back into our vehicles and headed toward the
cabin we had been told was for women so that we could off-load
our appropriate products.  When we arrived there was no one in
the cabin so we preceded to unload our vehicles and take the
merchandise in to the cabin.  A horde of "hosts" who had been
hovering at a nearby cabin head toward us.

"Can we help you?"

I explained to them what we were doing.

"Uhh... you can't just leave donated goods in the cabins. 
FEMA has stated they want all supplies to go to their central
warehouse.  They said they have had far too many supplies come
in and they need to handle them.  You can't leave ANY

I just stared at them.

One chubby-checker, after several moments of pregnant pause
broken only by the sound of my 82 year old dad continuing to
shuffle boxes out of the back of his car (GO DAD!), says "I'll
call "BASE" and confirm what should happen here."

I continue to stare.

He pounds out the number on his cell phone and when some one
picks up he chickens out and just asks "I need to verify that
cabin 11 is a female only facility."  When he hangs up he says
that it is and I respond, "Well, good, we'll get on with this
then."  It's at that point my son pulls me aside and says,
"Every damned one of them have the same phone.  That's what
the comm tower is for at the amphitheater.  Now we know how
FEMA runs through billions, they've given every one of these
people a Cingular phone when walkie-talkies would have worked
just fine."

We off-load our goods into the McAlester cabin.  Fretling
takes pics of the buckets of toys that have been donated by
citizens for the kiddos coming this way.

And a dorm room:

We then start out of the camp.  I tell my daughter I want to
go out the main gate this time.  Here is what we saw on the
way out:

Just another OHP car...

This cabin was apparently commandeered by a group of people in
navy blue jumpsuits with insignias all over them.  You can see
them in the left side of this pic.  But they were standing all
over the place on both sides of the narrow street.

This is just one OHP car in a long line of them parked along
the side of the street.

Three  firetrucks parked along the river.

Talk about a surreal moment...troops (unknown if Regular or
National Guard) have taken up residency in the Durant First
Baptist Church cabin very near the main gate of the camp.

Two things to point out in the pictures above...we passed a
row of about 6 or 8 ambulances parked in the street just in
front of the troop cabin, and the large tent on the top of the
hill...we have no idea what that is for.

Main gate completely blocked by OHP vehicles as we approach:

More OHP vehicles parked at the rear gate as we pass by:

Now I'm starting to understand why it doesn't matter that this
location is not conducive to starting a new life.


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