The company crushed one million pounds worth of goods, according to Waste Management records obtained by Channel 2 Action News. They were sent to a local landfill and claimed on the company’s insurance — rather than sorted for hurricane survivors.
The company doesn’t dispute the destruction but, citing liability concerns, insisted to Channel 2 Action News that no other options were available.
“That was the easiest thing to do.” said Turnbull. “Was it the best thing? No. I don’t think it was the best thing.”
I was tweeting about this earlier and the thing is that other stores that were damaged did things to help the community with their damaged inventory. Home Depot was just so eager to reopen and rebuild that they didn’t try to do anything that would benefit the community on St. Thomas/St. John that needed help and supplies.
Governor Turnbull was NOT happy and he actually lowkey mocked the idea that they were getting rid of stuff because they genuinely worried about danger to Virgin Islanders, pointing out in a quote from that article that toilets can bleached…
Like I don’t doubt that if they’d gone through and taken proper inventory and made stuff accessible to the locals for free/lower prices, that it would’ve helped in the rebuilding process because people literally can’t afford to rebuild their own homes and businesses.
Home Depot destroys 1 million pounds of supplies in wake of hurricane | WSB-TV
One last Irma/Maria update
- My mom just called me and let me know that she was able to reach my dad earlier. He’s fine (but needs his diabetes meds asap). I’m going to try to put together a care package for him, but it might take some time because I’ve never done that before.
Now for the not so good news (including a death of someone I knew as a child):
- Unfortunately, one of our neighbors passed away yesterday in a storm related accident. I don’t remember the guy very well, but he was nice. I’m just kind of in shock. He survived both Irma and Maria and then died in a damn accident. What the hell?
- I’m back in my dorm and back in class. We’re trying to catch up on what we’ve missed during the storm and it’s been a bit tough. I’m just so tired and so are my classmates.
- I honestly feel like I’m walking through fog. I’m just so tired all the time because I’ve been on edge for almost two straight weeks. I’m going to try making an appointment with my psychiatrist but I don’t know if he’ll be free and also he’s from Puerto Rico so I don’t want to burden him with my problems right now.
I think it’s horrible but your reasons are solid maybe we wouldn’t have so many climate change deniers if we got as many hurricanes as the Caribbean. I want change too but currently it’s a lot of PoC who are getting affected in the US too.
That is just an awful thing to wish for and no, their reasons are not solid. They’re terrible.
The US mainland being hit by hurricanes more and more won’t make climate change deniers get over themselves because that’s not how things with them work. They’re going to look for every other reason that they can to explain away the fact that we’ve had three Cat 5 hurricanes in less than a month. They won’t learn or change their minds just because the hurricanes are hitting the mainland first.
(Houston was halfway underwater like less than a month ago and I didn’t see any immediate or significant climate change conversations come from it in US politics…)
I’m worried that I’ll have lost the electronics/books I left in my dorm when i was evacuating. They’re only letting us in to get necessities so once I can get down today, I’m going to go through my things and try and see the state of everything.
And I’m not going to class tomorrow. Maybe not Thursday either. Because i don’t really have transportation/a palace to stay tomorrow and by Thursday, if my dorm isn’t open for us, I’ll be in such a garbage mood that I won’t be fit to interact with the one person I could stay with then.
In the email I just got from my dorm building they say that “many of the rooms suffered water damage – some significant” and I’m just… so worried that I’m going to have to replace an ass ton of books (some of which I need for my thesis and other academic writing).
(Oh and we’re still not sure that the building will even be open in time for classes to restart on Monday so I’m just going to email my professor that night and let her know that I’m not likely to be in class because of it.)
More stressful than worrying for my own safety as Irma approached South Florida was worrying about friends and family members in the storm’s path through the Caribbean.
I grew up in St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands.
Yes, that St. Thomas.
I lived through Hurricane Marilyn — a Category 3 hurricane that battered St. Thomas and destroyed part of my childhood home — hiding in the hallway of my maternal grandmother’s apartment in Tutu. I turned fifteen hiding underneath a couch as Hurricane Wilma battered Florida in 2005— after multiple other hurricanes had already done the same thing.
I thought I was used to hurricanes.
Irma was the first storm where I wasn’t simply frightened for the people that I loved, but was sure that we would all die. I literally feared for my life and for the lives of my friends and family members both here in Florida and across the Caribbean.
At first, there was a part of my brain that honestly didn’t believe that Irma would be that bad. After all, we survived Wilma as a Category 4 so this couldn’t be too difficult. I got cocky. Somehow, despite seeing Harvey wash away Houston, Texas only days before, my inner islander was dead set on believing that things wouldn’t really be that bad.
Then Irma wiped out Barbuda.
Then it took its 185 mph winds to the US Virgin Islands and Puerto Rico.
Irma destroyed my home island.
I Grew Up In The Virgin Islands; Never Before Have I Seen A Storm Do Damage Like Irma Did
Hurricane Irma Update – Housing Sitch
My dorm building suffered some damage during Irma so there’s a huge chance that if school does start on Monday, I won’t be able to come back to Miami for my classes as I’d have no home, no clothes, and no guaranteed transportation. I expected some damage because the building is literally on Biscayne Bay, but I’m still mad that I have no idea when I can go back home or what it’ll look like when I do get back.
I emailed the building folks asking for specifics on the damage and about whether or not they’d be able to let people get some of their things (if the damage isn’t terrible and they still have things to get) but I’m assuming I won’t get anything concrete back for a few days.