Streets @ MindSay 
Program Date: October 2, 2009
Program Time: 2100 hours, Pacific
Topic: The Streets Ran Red
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About the Guest
Morgan Lawrence has worked in the emergency medical services field for over twenty years in a number of states throughout our country. His experience has spanned rural and metropolitan rescue services. He is certified in air, ground, and marine rescue. He is a US Navy veteran. After a work related injury in 1986, he left the field of emergency medicine. Morgan went back to college and received Degree’s in Psychology on the Bachelors and Masters level with a concentration on forensic psychology. He is currently certified in Acute Trauma Stress Management and contributes to several trade magazines. He is currently living and working in south Florida. Morgan Lawrence is the author of The Streets Ran Red.
According to the book description of The Streets Ran Red, “These are the true life stories of the men and woman I have associated with in my twenty year career as a Paramedic. While reading this book, you will get to feel and understand some of the pressures of working the street. The Streets Ran Red is an account of the lives of a pair of deputy sheriff paramedics and the supporting cast of medical experts who helped them save lives. This is a true account of a group of special individuals who make up a very special team. The accounts described in this book actually happened and the victims were real. The names and locations have been changed at the requests of some of the characters.”
About the Watering Hole
The Watering Hole is Police slang for a location cops go off-duty to blow off steam and talk about work and life. American Heroes Radio brings you to the watering hold, where it is Sometimes funny; sometimes serious; but, always interesting.
About the Host
Lieutenant Raymond E. Foster was a sworn member of the Los Angeles Police Department for 24 years. He retired in 2003 at the rank of Lieutenant. He holds a bachelor’s from the Union Institute and University in Criminal Justice Management and a Master’s Degree in Public Financial Management from California State University, Fullerton; and, has completed his doctoral course work. Raymond E. Foster has been a part-time lecturer at California State University, Fullerton and Fresno; and is currently a Criminal Justice Department chair, faculty advisor and lecturer with the Union Institute and University. He has experience teaching upper division courses in Law Enforcement, public policy, Public Safety Technology and leadership. Raymond is an experienced author who has published numerous articles in a wide range of venues including magazines such as Government Technology, Mobile Government, Airborne Law Enforcement Magazine, and Police One. He has appeared on the History Channel and radio programs in the United States and Europe as subject matter expert in technological applications in Law Enforcement.
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My dream, though somewhat vague when recorded, was of a very dismal, apocalyptic nature. The setting was obviously Orwellian, mostly taking place in an unnamed, foreign city, with architecture resembling old Italy under Mussolini's reign. The streets were narrow cobblestone, bounded by a seemingly endless procession of run-down slums, narrow two or three story brick and stucco, all a dirty, pale yellow or red. The lines of buildings were broken only by rubble piles – as if the area had sustained heavy bombing. Aside from sparse trash and ample grime, they were barren, no civilians, no militants, nothing that seemed to breath. The only feeling I can remember as I sprinted for what seemed an eternity, where silence was only broken by sparse rainfall, can be best described not as sorrow, mourning, or any terror. All I can remember feeling is a profound deadening of emotion as a requiem sounded for the past inhabitants “Praise the Fallen.” The scene faded to black and white, and, in a flash, I was standing in a field, encompassed on all sides by massive, snowcapped mountains. The grass was a thick carpet of green, and the entire scene, I suppose, could be summarized as the zenith of nature's beauty. I fell to my knees, screaming, “What happened to those people?! All of those people!” I promptly heard a clear, booming voice that seemed to come from within my head, echoed in trumpets and war drums, “There are no more battlefields – just the empty streets and rain.” Immediately, I was struck by a flashback, standing in the streets again, or, rather, above them, looking down to see a poor, impoverished mass climbing from the rubble and shanty-houses, expressionless, marching, armed with makeshift weaponry toward the west. As I looked down upon this, the buildings, rubble, streets, everything in sight, seemed to form an infinite procession of nameless grave markers, simple brick and mortar monuments, fields of paper statues, that remained as the only proof of their existence. I seemed to be controlling the events, to be commanding them to do as such, and, to the background noise of falling bombs and phantom machinegun fire, I had no will to cease, to attempt to stop their ultimate, inevitable destruction; I had no sympathy for my earlier emotions. I heard a voice, sounding over masses of loudspeakers, emulating the cry of air-raid sirens, repeating “I only wish there had been...a better way.” The march, the dirge, the struggle, the maelstrom, the fray persists. Still expressionless, the people march into the sea, chanting something in a language unknown, with a meaning akin to “New Hope.” Around this time, I awoke.
The RNC Welcoming Committee wants to say thank you to all who have stood with us through these challenging days, to all who have faced the brutal attacks and repressive intimidation of the police, and have still gone back to the streets. Thanks to all who have made calls, sent emails, donated money, and expressed your outrage at these brutal attacks.
Yesterday, in spite of a climate of intense police intimidation, thousands of people took to the streets to march in solidarity with the Poor People's March for Our Lives. Many others attempted to attend a concert at the Capitol, only to have the permit pulled and squadrons of riot police and snipers called out on a peaceful crowd.
The police met this call for justice with riot gear, batons, and the full arsenal of their weaponry. 'Snatch' squads brutally arrested protestors who were beaten and tasered. Police on horses, bikes and motorbikes rammed into crowds. Pepper spray, tear gas and flash bombs were used on peaceful crowds in situations that endangered protestors, the general public and included children, media, legal observers and medics.
We offer our support and solidarity to the organizers and participants of the Poor Peoples' Movement. We share their goals of a world based on justice, where resources are fairly shared and a life of dignity and beauty is available for all.
Over three hundred protestors are being held in the Ramsay and Hennepin County jails. Yesterday, only a few have been arraigned. Many are nearing the end of the time they can legally be held without being arraigned and charged.
In spite of all these efforts to suppress us, we remain strong and determined to actively voice our dissent. The Bush Administration and Republican Party lies have lead us into an illegal war that has cost thousands of our own soldiers' lives and hundreds of thousands of Iraqi lives. They have stolen from the poor to enrich their cronies and supporters. They have failed to respond to the crisis of climate change and degraded the life support systems of the planet. They have violated their own laws to deny civil rights and human rights, and built a police state that maintains its rule through force and violence, as we have seen in the streets over these three days.
The Democrats have failed to shift their policies or hold them to account. But we will take our accounting into the streets, as we have this week. We have succeeded in disrupting their meetings, and expressing directly our outrage at their destructive policies. Yesterday, the meetings were again delayed because of our protests. Bush himself has not dared to show up in person. We are still strong, in spite of all their efforts to stop us, and we still plan to remain in the streets, claiming public space for dissent and for our vision of a different world.
We demand the immediate end to the brutality of Sheriff Bob Fletcher - who has personally harassed our organizers both in jail and out.
We demand all politically motivated charges against our organizers and participants be dropped.
We demand the release of all RNC prisoners - OUR PEOPLE OUT OF JAIL!!!
Some websites for donating include:
www.nornc.org
www.coldsnaplegal.wordpress.com
contact: rncwcmedia@riseup.net
Now to my twenty seventh vid which is a tune from a fantastic movie called Philadelphia. The name of the song is "Streets of philadelphia" and was by Bruce Springsteen.
It's another emotion filled song. I got to hear the song first before I saw the film. What a sad film.
Here is my performance of that classic song.
I thought it migh be a good idea to include my Youtube subscriber count in every post from now on. To see how it's hopefully progressing.
So here is the first declaration.
My subscriber count on Youtube to date is: 347
It will be interesting to look back on historical posts to see how and if the figure climbs :)
When the child turns 18 they age out, meaning that the children are removed from the system and are to set out as adults. In 2002 alone 19,509 aged out, 50% spend their first year on the streets homeless. It's not that they don't try, but it's that they're lost, children that have been taken into a foster home are usually victims of all sorts, from neglect to molestation. There's so much that can be done. That should be done and needs to be done to help those children... I can't do it alone...
Please, find it in your hearts to let as many people as you know about this
If you doubt me... at least read her story:
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/agingout/mystory/risa.html
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/agingout/about/risa.html
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