I’d gone to a homeless camp in North Portland to bring a meal to a man named Paul. But there was a big conflict going on, because the city had posted a sign at the camp saying they had to leave by a certain time. And that certain time was then.
Rapid Response Bio-Clean is the company contracted to do campsite removal. They pack up people’s stuff in their truck and hold it for a certain amount of time. The camp was close to a Fred Meyer where people use food stamps to get bottled water and then dump the water out and redeem the bottles. The truck was parked about 20 feet away on the Lombard St bridge, which goes over the I-5.
Paul isn’t there, but his girlfriend Becky is and she won’t get out of their tent. They’re trying to reason with her but she’s covered in poop and screaming and tossing things, and then this other woman walks up. She’s civil at first, but very jumpy and you can tell there’s something wrong with her. She tries to reason with Rapid Response, and then says, “Becky, I’m going to defend your home to the death.”
Then she turns to us and says, “You better call the cops because shit’s about to go down. Enjoy the lake of fire,” and storms off.
It starts to rain. When the woman comes back, she walks directly through the camp carrying a bottle full of liquid. Suddenly the Rapid Response truck erupts in flames, with the homeless people’s stuff in it. The workers run and use their extinguishers but everything goes up and gas cans are exploding and the sides are melting off the truck. Right over the Interstate.
Meanwhile homeless people carrying trash bags walk through the giant smoke cloud — they exist in chaos so much this didn’t make one bit of difference to them. And Paul, who has returned, picks up their tent and carries it across Lombard, a silhouette blocking traffic in the smoke and rain. All they have to do is move across the street and the city will leave them alone.
The woman with the Molotov cocktail gets arrested. She has a long rap sheet, but my friends see her back around the area soon. They didn’t hold her long.
The next day someone sends me a link to an Antifa-associated blog where they’ve stolen my photo [from X] to use in a post promoting terrorist activity.
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