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I think her site has been hacked, but google pulled some of her web pages in cache.

This is to share her statement of use 'a fake arm' to spread bio hazards in public places. about the middle of the report..

NOT IF BUT WHEN
© Carrie Devorah
562 688 2883
editor@carrieon.com

A month before Sir Bob Geldoff raised awareness and sales for Live 8’s
participating talent, ten or so London EMT service stations local were
shut down due to lack of funding. Days after Geldoff’s “not for money
but
to shift G8 policy” concerts were held in ten cities around the world,
the
knighted musician released for sale, Live 8’s original concert 20th
anniversary DVD. Within 72 hours of that announcement, less than 24
hours
after London was awarded the Olympic games, a series of bombs tore open
the holes in Britian’s homeland security system. Outside of the UK,
countries presented displays of disaster preparedness. 35 simulated
victims, in Jerusalem’s Teddy Stadium, presented faux injuries
generally
seen at terrorist bomb attacks. For contrast and comparison, there
were
hundreds of victims, respectively in Russia’s subway attack, almost
1000
in Madrid, 9/11 almost 3000 were murdered in the Twin Towers attack,
200
plus at the Pentagon.

DC Mayor Tony Williams, conveying the District is prepared for attacks
in
this nation’s Capitol, said the District “understands how [Brits] are
feeling at this time of terrible tragedy and uncertainty.” While I can
recall the National Air and Space Museum’s sepia archive photos from
WWII
on display I looked at during the Memorial dedication last year,
showing
London after the Blitz. A man lies in a street. Bombing cut him in
half.

I worked in London for a bit covering horseracing and local news. It
was
my time to return to America, summer of 2003. I left London shortly
after
No.10 Downing cancelled a disaster re-enactment at London’s deepest
tube
station, without a reason or re-schedule date. Between visits to the
Tube
Museum and local fire stations, I understood why the re-enactment was
cancelled. A successful rescue could most likely not be done. The
rescue
workers I interviewed explained to me mathematics of rescue. Rescue
time
is limited by how much air their apparatus contains. Calculating the
time
it would take rescuers to travel from the sidewalk surface to the
deepest
part of the Tube tracks, they knew there was no way they would make it
down and back to fresh air before their breathing supply ran out.
HAZMAT
educated me the success of a HAZMAT response happens only when the
exact
toxin is known before they reach the site. Until then, there are more
chances for being wrong until the pharmacology of the poison is figured
out, with response trucks to disaster scenes challenged by narrow
streets,
pedestrians, stubborn drivers and more, they can arrive too late. DC
enforcement acknowledged their 911 problem was the length of time it
took
drivers to exit the city, over four hours. It is now 2005, normal
commuter
traffic departure time has increased.

It was the late night tea talks with EMT firemen near the Edgware Road
neighbourhood I lived in that taught me the most about Britain’s
disaster
unpreparedness witnessed this morning. And their consciences. In the
event
of bio terrorism, I was told, a “shoot to kill” policy would be in the
hands of the military. UK Intel, I was told, got word about fake arms
dipped in poisons that could be dragged on Underground banisters where
commuters would touch the railings, then their face, eyes and so on.
Contamination would occur after leaving the contact point, poisoning
others encountered along the way. Containing the toxin would be late.
Hence kill the few to save the many is the operative theory.

Not much one can say when hit with that revelation. Other than tell my
editor and look into the matter further. I did. I discovered Covent
Garden’s Transporation Museum forbids Xeroxing of transportation maps
but
one can sit for as many hours as it takes to faithfully render the
travel
routes. Of course, ID was required for access to the Museum library.
ID’s
can be faked. No. 10 refused to discuss the policy coupled with
knowledge
maps of the Underground, before limited to public access, were saved as
tourist momentos, preserved on home library bookshelves, or sold by
peddlers near Picadilly and elsewhere.

Then I found a fact and figures resource to calculate the probability
of
Rescue Math from with the chaps over night’s tea in the Firehouse. I
looked at the numbers, and then at the Fireman. “You may die?” I
didn’t
tell him anything he didn’t already know. He said if on strike when
disaster occurs, his team would do what they are trained for, “we’ll
throw
the Grey Book away.” The Grey book, their bible of government rules
established to mitigate firemen’s legal liability would not matter to
them, lives would, at any cost, even that of their own life. I often
think
of these men ready to die for strangers who too often treat them with
disrespect. I recall Metro Center, DC 9-11-04. I was one of three
commuters applauding an EMT team who saved the life of a churlish tween
who brought on his attack by his own negligence. I think of the
civilian
in NW DC who stood in front of a cop car responding to a
woman-in-distress
call during Hurricane Isabel. Or police officers sued for doing their
jobs.

I am known to say, there is only one wheel just variations, thereof.
While
people would like to believe America is different from other countries
around the world, people are pretty much the same everywhere,
culturally,
politically, pretty much just the zipcodes change.

I meet talking heads in DC, unaware of situations in Europe I’ve
photographed yet they continue to set policy or issue press releases
based
on few facts. The push to blame fanatical attacks continues to be
towards
Osama, the man can only be blamed for so much. It is time to admit, the
greatest threat is not Muslim terrorists but people we meet in our
daily
lives. Like the college coeds accepting upwards of $1800 a person to
ferry
illegal immigrants across America’s borders in the trunks of their cars
past border guards relying on visuals of car passengers without
searching
the vehicle. One need only to look at Pershing Square in downtown DC to
recall Muslim terrorism did not begin on 911. Today, though, Pershing’s
technique of educating the enemy he was not to be reckoned with, would
have been challenged by left wingers defending the rights of people who
murder.

A US police officer told me his department assigned flak vest corrodes
from body sweat. My tears are because I want him to live forever along
with all the officers and firemen around the world willing to put their
lives on the line for strangers. Will the likes of Sir Geldoff and Bono
hold concerts to raise funds for military serving God and country. Or
for
my officer who paid hundreds of dollars from his pocket for a vest we
both
hope works when he needs it to.

The lesson this officer teaches is what we all need to learn. The
safety
of our lives is on our own hands. Not in government’s. Officers are
responders. They do their job with our help as their eyes and ears. The
world is too big for peace officers to be everywhere before. They will
be
there after the event happens.

A second insight into personal responsibility in these technological
days
and times is simpler. My advice comes from a member of “The God Squad.”
We
talk about the event Intel knows will come, not “if” but when.” His
words
are direct, “let the little things slide.” “Let loved ones know you
love
them as often as you can.” And then the Padre told me, “wake up in the
morning, Carrie. Put on that smile, go out and make each day your best
day
ever.” So I head to work where I photographically archive policy makers
with security teams sweeping buses and Undergrounds they travel on,
don’t
share the same risks civilians do.

I know what to do to mitigate disaster or how to be found if caught in
one. Dental records. ID bracelets. Letting people know where I am going
at
all times but then like Natalie Holloway, the teen feared dead in
Aruba, I
am human, like Intel, preferring to see the best in people rather than
the
worst.

The only truth I can share is that there never is a way to 100% vet
people. Who they are today may not be who they are tomorrow. One only
need
look at BTK. His wife lived with him 20 years alleging she never had
clues
to his being a cold blooded murderer. The Edgware Road bombing took out
a
wall not near the trucks. More than likely, the explosives at root for
the
bombings were set in place long ago, triggered by remote. For almost
two
years, I walked by that wall, by workers, by crewmen, we since learned
could buy accreditation and identification at one of several pubs in
North
East London.

Of course I can provide more details on how the attacks may be
motivated
and by whom, but there is one bit of advice I think would better be
served. Pick up the phone and tell someone how much you love them. Then
step out into the world, focused on living life to the fullest. And
smile,
even at a cop…

BIO: Carrie Devorah is an award winning investigative photojournalist
based in Washington DC. Her family are the first Canadians to lose a
member to a terrorist bus bombing in Jerusalem. Devorah is a certified
crime information analyst and profiler instrumental in building the
nation's first discrete site crime analysis department at a College PD.
www.goldbergmemorial.org