why hast thou foresaken me.....????
the cry echoes throughout one's consciousness, even as it is pretty fucking obvious that there has been no 'foresaking' outside of what we do to one another here....leave this god stuff to the mythmakers, in other words.
the reality?
a reasonable desire, to have a tranquil outing, is cut short with the sudden presence of an old man lying on the floor, passed out or unconscious, his one leg twitching and his midriff exposed....he has this huge gash on his forehead, with crusted blood jagging along the edges of it.
my partner calls security despatch for protective services-a medical response team required asap....
and...
they respond...
where is this person located?(they have acmeras in the station-duh)
west side upper platform
they respond...
do you have a description of the individual?
(wtf????)
on and on-here a person is lying on the floor, yes he quite possibly is drunk and passed out, but just as possible, even if he is drunk, is that he has a concussion as a result of this very real and massive injury to his head...and all they can do is ask the most pointless of questions-the answers readily available to all who have the camera monitor in their cubicle... who the fuck cares if his pants are green????
eventually they respond by sending two gorillas posing as security personnel-one in a black stetson to honour the fact that the stampede is on(see previous blogs...), and they set out to ask where said person is-WEST side of upper platform-NOT here on the east side...do they not listen?
they go to where this old man is, and proceed to shout at him-HELLO! YOU HAVE TO GET UP! YOU ARE IN THE WAY OF THESE WORKERS!
to which i yell back-HE IS IN NEED OF MEDICAL ATTENTION NOW!!!! and am ignored.
busily trying to wrap up what i was doing i don't see the goings-on until they start down the escalator-two burly thugs and an old, frail and limping man disoriented and uncertain. i ask them why they aren't taking him to seek medical attention, or why they haven't called an ambulance. they say he has refused medical attention, and that he'd been to the doctor the day before-
yeah right. suddenly the word of someone usually dismissed as being a homeless, drunk or some other ilk, is taken as 'gospel'...
suddenly this person, who could quite possibly be in a state of disorientation due to having suffered a concussion, who is quite likely suspicious of any and all attention focused on him because it would tend to be both hostile and condescending, is suddenly given strict attention as to his utterances-spoken under the influence of something either medical or self-medicated...or both.
suddenly he is whisked onto the next train and dismissed...the gorillas disappearing, smug in the knowledge that yet another potential crisis had been averted.
out of sight and out of mind...
except that, in fact, another crisis may have just begun, by tossing this individual away like they did. Signs?
1-wound size and style suggests more than just a superficial, topical wound.
2-leg twitching while unconscious-not typical of one who would be drunk or passed out.
3-disorinetated, could be from alcohol or drug use, but by doing some cursory exercises it can be established as to whether one can dismiss those as being the cause...no such exercises undertaken.
4-follow up questions to him could establish veracity of claims.
when i confronted the formen this morning they said that if a person refuses medical assistance there is nothing anyone can do-BULLSHIT i said, when a person is on 'our' property they become our responsibility and, since we are not medical experts it is contingent upon us to seek the advice of said experts....calling ems would have given them the opportunity to properly assess his condition and render a decision accordingly. by not doing so, he has disappeared into the night...the concrete...no longer existing in fact...until perhaps he is found dead somewhere at some point....anonymous and forgotten...
they did agree...but so what-its happened.
i so hate our species so much of the fucking time...
