M*A*S*H* 612, or The U.S. Offense Sector’s Secret War with Medics
Within the first 10 days the unit had a well-certified nurse, George Floyd Square’s M*A*S*H* 612 had saved 16 lives. Not too long after, half of the volunteer medics who had been there since the start were living in tents and kicked out of patrols. What happened?
I first met someone who would become one of my closest friends right outside the medic bus, and she seemed uneasy; angry and unhinged. Her tent was quite near to the medic bus at the time; in the shadow of the nearest building.
We began talking, and she was telling me how queerphobic medic tent was being. Now I’m a trans lesbian; and I had met I thought the majority of people in medic tent — I had even slept in those quarters, and I hadn’t experienced much to anything to the extent that she had. But it was clear, she wasn’t unhinged, she was distressed.
Shortly after that, doing my uncoordinated rounds around George Floyd Square, I came upon her family. They seemed well enough; seemed to be genuinely afraid for her mental wellbeing, caring and just trying to do the right thing.
The next time I talked to her, she gave me my first real glimpse into what was happening right under my nose.
Elements at Medic Tent had kicked her out, and she refused to stay away. So they started rumors about her doing heroin, called an ambulance, and dragged her out so forcefully that multiple earrings were ripped out of her against the asphalt. They had even called in her family, who took the rest of her limbs in their arms and swung them into the ambulance.
She was sent in for a 72 hour hold, and was released in 16 hours. They found no drugs in her system, nor mental health issues that would warrant further holding.
It was then I learned that the concern her family had for her was not for mental health issues, or for drug abuse (she didn’t even drink). It was for her being a queer pansexual; their fear was of queerness.
If this seems disjointed, then I hope it’s not enough to complicate reading, but the truth is that these experiences were disjointed. A dozen puzzle pieces filling in a board the size of a city block. Every day there were less friendly faces, every night there was more gunfire, and every hour things made less sense.
On June 6th a boy rolled into medic tent on his bicycle and collapsed. He’d been shot twice in the leg. He had been riding with a friend when shots rang out; and they both got hit. He decided to bike towards the danger; towards Floyd Street — and towards medics. His friend decided to go in the opposite direction, to try to get to safety. The boy walked out of the hospital after just 4 hours; his friend died almost immediately.
George Floyd street was supposed to be a dead-zone for law enforcement, MPD even refused to apprehend murderers who killed inside the block, and yet within 5 minutes of the boy entering Floyd Street, 5 FBI agents were crowded around him.
There were 2 white truck trailers bordering the right side of the street leading up to medic tent, perhaps that was where they came from — But regardless, they had to‘ve been close to the scene.
The only Minneapolis residents I see support the City’s decision to desecrate George Floyd Square — Who aren’t law enforcement or corporations, tend to be racist or mentally unstable.
Think QANON or racists you find in Twitter comments, often members of cult-like sectors of American Christianity.
There once was a Christian preacher who moved into GFS with a small crowd. His megaphone was loud and got louder each day. More and more religious white ladies congregated around his stage. Anybody could have the mic. Soon it got so loud that it felt like I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. I saw an old white lady muttering about the apocalypse at dusk in gang territory.
It seemed like conservative think tanks, whose politicians took over the U.S. Government, using White Christians from the Bible Belt in the same way the U.S. “Defense” Sector used religious extremists across the world.
The same think-tanks have sent public speakers to radicalize rural minnesota against city dwellers and immigrants for over a decade.
Here is a podcast that is one of the most thorough breakdowns of this, in the U.S. and world at large
Late in June, rumors were spreading that somebody found a water bottle poisoned with GHB, somebody had tested positive for MDMA upon only consuming cigarettes and alcohol. A 5G conspiracy theorist showed me Freemason Bibles hidden in potted plants by the same undercover cops who harassed members of Medic Tent.
It was then, walking past the cult’s stage close to dusk, that my eyes darted across their speakers.
They were LRAD 500x’s, 2 stacked atop each-other on both sides of the stage.
Here’s a snippet from an article of mine to convey the terror of LRADs:
Police Shoot Medics. Let’s Confront That.
TW: Detailed descriptions of police violence
“The LRAD is strong enough for long-range emergency communication in naval warfare. Fitting — it felt like I was underwater. I could barely hear my own thoughts. It muffled their gunshots. The thing with LRADs is they can be used above and below the human hearing range. The higher frequencies are more recognizable, a piercing whine that gives you an instant headache and leaves you holding your temples and rocking back and forth, but the lower frequencies — your subconscious might not even recognize.
Your brain can’t tell where it’s coming from. Both your body and brain may be attacked to the point of debilitation and incapacitation, but in a way neither can comprehend, where your brain can’t detect the threat. You might not even realize you’re in pain until you realize what’s happening. The technology they’re built upon also allows for the focusing of the “sound beam”, thus that you may be tortured in a way that leaves no visible injury without the people beside you even noticing.
An LRAD 1000′s maximum loudness is around 160dB, and it’s operating distance is ≈1,800–3,000 meters.
They were well under that lower bound.”
See, where LRADs were most often deployed was in Standing Rock, where they would be used for prolonged periods at a volume and range just high enough to make it hard to think, hard to sleep. Against indigenous protestors, activists, and medics.
The auditory background radiation of GFS, The Mecca of Minneapolis, made it so an LRAD was hard to listen out for. This meant that there was no telling how high a decibel level these 4 LRAD500x’s had been operating at. We didn’t notice when it started, we only noticed when it got to be too much.
