Devastation by hurricane Irma of St John
10 September 2017
St John. A small island jewel in the Caribbean - a USA territory (US Virgin Islands) where we flew in 2012 to meet Lati and restore her after Bill's crazy successful bid on eBay. St John and our wonderful friends are forever in our hearts as a unique and beautiful place. Our friends welcomed and helped us so much.. Without them I think our voyage across the North Atlantic to the Med may not have happened.
Saint John is 50.8 km² (19.61 sq mi) in area with a population of 4,170 (2010 census)
I have been watching the shocking news and pictures dribble through via social media. The USVI have been forgotten by the mainstream media. This report came through this morning from a local in St John sending messages to her father in the USA.
"Papa News Here
I just got this from Jenn
I'm scared. Those are words I never thought I would write when referring to St. John. But I'm scared. We're only four days into this mess, and we're hearing some awful things. For starters, Joe's Rum Hut was broken into the day after Irma hit. The ATM was stolen. They attempted to get cash out of the register, but it was empty as Joe's closed for season earlier this month. The ATM next to Cruz Bay Landing was stolen. The ATM at the ferry dock was stolen. Scoops has been broken into. St. John Insurance has been broken into. They hold almost all of the insurance policies on this island. Makes you wonder the intentions of that burglary, doesn't it? Dolphin Market in Coral Bay was looted the very first night. The very first night. We heard this morning that the Customs building in Cruz Bay was broken into and that guns were stolen. We heard that there was at least three robberies at gunpoint on Gifft Hill. This is not St. John anymore. I'm not sure what it is. What I do know is that I am scared. My friends are scared. And we don't know what to do.
Last night I was able to go home. What I failed to mention was that we had to install a bar on the inside of our door so no one could break in. This is our new reality. Last night, for the first time since moving here, I was afraid to walk down the streets of Cruz Bay. And it was only 6:30 p.m. People are getting desperate, and desperate times call for desperate measures from some unfortunately. We are only on day four. What's going to happen next?
I have seen absolutely no aid today except a few boxes of MREs walking down the street. I haven't seen one helicopter land today. We hear help is on the way. Let's hope so. We need the military. We need men and women guarding our streets with guns. Our police force does nothing. They sit in their cars and yell at people over the loudspeaker. I kid you not. They're not even helping with traffic in areas where it's needed. You know who is? Our homeless people. Our homeless people are directing traffic, and our police are not. Let that sink in for a minute. Several police officers can be seen constantly at Ronnie's Pizza - our new cell phone spot - and they're scrolling through Facebook rather than patrolling our streets. Im shocked they actually got out of their cars for that. I took pictures and I cannot wait until I have internet so I can share them with the world.
We need help. We need the United States government to step up. We need military. We need security. We all survived this monster storm. But will we survive the aftermath? No one knows. And that's not me being dramatic at all. That, unfortunately, is the new reality of St. John. This is no longer paradise. This is no longer my happy place.
Please share this folks. Share away. Please get us help. "