by rainbow » Wed Sep 03, 2003 3:03 pm
hi all
my name is natalie
i personally would like to see more discussion of the deaths/injuries at burning man. weed out truth from rumor. promote future awareness. in 2001, a campmate of mine died, took his own life, in a very tragic way. i was suprised to realize nearly every burner i talked to had no idea, and the rest of them had misinformation.
this message was sent to me by a good friend and fellow burner.
its a long one, but worth it if your curious!
here's to sending out truths!
>This was posted this morning on the Gigsville list. It is the story of the
>girl who was killed when she jumped from an Art Car on Sat am.
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>rob
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>i am going to share something with you all now. most of you heard about
>the tragic artcar death that occurred early saturday morning. my good
>friend Randy Emata was driving that artcar when the accident occurred,
>and he has requested circulation of his statement so that people will
>know firsthand the truth of what happened. his forwarded message
>follows:
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>Please excuse the group e-mail but I wanted to share a couple of
>experiences I had this past week that will explain my actions,
>currently and hopefully not too drawn out future.
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>I was part of an annual 33,000 attendees week long party in the desert
>called Burning Man. A gathering I’ve come to understand and love. A
>community that to most is questionable, but to some perfectly defined.
>Survival is extreme and the ideals and standards are stentorian in
>every direction. It’s a place where judgment is left at home and
>inhibition has run wild, ultimately ending in the spectacular burn of
>an 80-foot, imposing wooden structure of the ‘Man’. Primarily, an
>adult playground. Each individual interprets the reason and meaning of
>the ‘Burn’. Some see it as re-birth of themselves, some see it as a
>spiritual revolution, and others see it simply as a pyromaniacs dream
>come true. Part of my draw is the creativity, selflessness, beauty and
>the gargantuan events in partying. Outsiders and possibly, with
>preference, some insiders see it as Sodom and Gomorrah, but I see as a
>giant love and art festival that comes out to the middle of nowhere for
>a week and leaves without a trace. can only scratch the surface of
>what this is all about. Experiencing it first hand is the only way to
>comprehend why so many people are magnetically attracted to the ‘Burn’.
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>Unfortunately, with this many people, coupled with the heightened party
>environment, there are chances of misfortunes. I was a part of one of
>those misfortunes this past weekend.
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>Some may have heard of a fatal accident at this year’s ‘Burn’ but
>didn’t get any definite details. The news traveled worldwide and is
>continuing to grow as the days pass. Information remains vague because
>of the nature of the “accident” and individuals are not being exposed
>for protection of those involved and also for the fact that no criminal
>charges have been placed from both the State of Nevada and the members
>of the victim’s family. But, for those that are close to me, I want
>the story to be told…
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>First, a little background on the “I’m OK, You’re OK Corral”; I’m
>second year burner and have joined a beautiful circle of old and new
>friends. Most have attended the ‘Burn’ for many years and have always
>encouraged me to go; now I’m hooked. This last event, the group has
>grown to fifty plus, ranging from young and old, rich to poor, artsy
>fartsy types to corporate types… you get the idea. Our camp is
>composed of rented motor homes, custom busses, small tents, moving
>trucks and the hand built, two stories high ‘House of Folly’. Our
>pride and joy-center piece is called “Bar Car”. Certain individuals in
>our camp have converted a simple van into a serious, moving party
>machine that can only be described as a two story high, extremely loud
>and bright, rolling night club. This year Bar Car was also pulling a
>trailer with additional bass speakers, full size couch and beverage
>containers. Following ‘Bar Car’ was a self-powered ‘chill out’ lounge
>comprising of an Air Stream trailer. It was call ‘The Love Sub’. The
>spectacle was a magnificent sight and truly a magnet to anyone nearby.
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>A typical night out starts around 9 or 10 and continues anywhere from 2
>to 5 in the morning. We cruise around to many of the hundreds of theme
>camps, parties and dance areas, occasionally visiting many of the
>freestanding individual art pieces sprinkled about the two-mile
>diameter of the open ‘playa’. The art pieces range from big to bigger,
>with a wide range of expression and costing anywhere from a few bucks
>to hundreds of thousands of dollars. Part of the beauty and immensity
>is that no one is out to make a buck. All the money goes back into the
>event’s art and organization.
>
>Friday night was an evening of enormous proportions. We started off
>with and event called “99 Brides” where everyone from our camp, along
>with folks from a few other camps, wore wedding dresses. We all went
>out and got married to the “Man” and to each other. Not to be taken
>literally by most, but a fun event nonetheless. We traveled around the
>‘Burn’ and just had a ball. A few hours later, we all decided to go
>back to the camp to re-group and change into warmer clothing. (Desert
>weather is brutal in both directions of temperature). Around 2AM we
>were on our way again, this time with me in the driver seat. We
>cruised around the camps for a while before I started to head for the
>‘Temple of Honor’. The ‘Temple’ is the second largest icon of the
>‘Burn’ and goes down in flames on Sunday night. It’s a multi-story
>structure made of black and white patterned paper on a cardboard and
>wood frame, a dignified architecture where people leave written
>messages and gifts to those who have passed on. Doubtless, the most
>emotional area, filled with an infinite amount of grief, pain and
>reminiscence. I passed by the ‘Temple’ and moved on so as to not
>disturb those inside by the high volume of the sound system. A few
>moments later, the most horrific tragedy ensued.
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>Cathy, our newest and youngest member was a tall and beautiful young
>lady, a quiet person with eyes that enjoyed every second of her
>newfound experience. If a camera that could take a thousand pictures a
>second existed, she would’ve owned it. She wanted to take home and
>share this event with everyone at home. I only knew her for a short
>time, spending maybe a total of 2 of hours of interaction with her, but
>in those brief moments I found a new friend. We had a couple of
>conversations, we danced, I watched her dance, she danced some more,
>and I guess you can say she liked to dance. Her long straight, black
>hair flowed with every move and all I could think was that her
>expressions were genuine, full of life, full of passion. Even though
>we all just met her, we all knew her. She was each and every one of us
>the first time we stepped foot on that ancient desert lakebed.
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>Cathy decided she wanted to see the ‘Temple of Honor’. She climbed
>down from the second story, stepped to the back right of ‘Bar Car’ and
>jumped off while we were in motion. Somehow, she ended up falling back
>towards ‘Bar Car’. I will never forget the feeling that surged into my
>hands through the steering wheel. My worst fears were followed by a
>myriad of terrified voices, screaming for me to stop the car. I ran
>back and discovered that the trailer ran her over. Her life was slowly
>coming to an end as she breathed less and less. Revival was attempted,
>but failure was inevitable. Someone grabbed a spectator’s bicycle and
>speed off to a nearby ranger. Soon after the Sheriffs showed up with
>an ambulance, taking her to the medical center. A helicopter was on
>its way. As I was writing out my statement, a deputy told me that the
>helicopter left without her and that she didn’t make it. My heart sank
>deeper than the oceans; my life paused for what seemed to be an
>eternity. The terrible news eventually reached everyone on ‘Bar Car’,
>a new level of desolation proceeded and the mourning began. The
>standard criminal investigation started and lasted just passed 5AM. I
>took two Breathalyzer tests, both coming up zero. I also volunteered
>to take a legal blood test. Most of you who know me are aware of my
>preferences to keep any illegal substances out of my body. Needless to
>say, for my sake and for the outcome of the accident, I was relieved
>the situation went only this far.
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>Saturday’s events took place. A funeral, a few moments at a memorial,
>a visit to the ‘Temple’ and a slow walk back to the camp. I went back
>with my cousin and found the location of the accident. We constructed
>a simple shrine made up of extra pieces from the ‘Temple’. I slowly
>walked back alone with my collective thoughts. Back at camp, everyone
>floated around in gloom and sadness. The sounds of crying and quiet
>conversations whispered as our tragic story replayed itself in our
>heads. Sometime in the afternoon, everyone silently started the
>breakdown of the camp, a few of us went to clean up ‘Bar Car’ and our
>evening meal was prepared. Just before 9PM, we all changed and
>gathered behind ‘The Love Sub’. On foot, we followed the ‘Sub’ to the
>‘Man’ and waited for the burn to begin. As expected, we witnessed the
>impossible to explain burning of the ‘Man’, an event so large and
>amazing we’ve all come to appreciate it’s immense power. But, this
>time there was an added meaning. Amidst the largest party in the
>world, there stood in a group hug, fifty people weeping for our
>boundless loss. We closed our evening at our camp surrounding a small
>bonfire. A few speeches were spoken, a song was sung and folks slowly
>retired to a much-needed slumber.
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>Sunday, the majority of the camp went home. My cousin and I stayed
>behind to watch the ‘Temple’ burn. An experience most of the camp have
>yet to encounter. I found it more to my liking, much smaller, more
>intimate and most appealing, very quiet. I felt it even more necessary
>for my own healing to witness the burn as to honor Cathy’s last wish
>before leaving us. It was beautiful. I’ve never seen such detail and
>contrast in a fire. It looked like magic as the different colors flew
>around forming shapes and spirals found only in such a unique
>structure. Compounded with the dramatic display of sorrow amongst the
>observers, I encountered another facet of my soul. Cathy will be
>missed. Cathy will be remembered.
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>Thank you for listening and helping me to process my adventures. Till
>next time…
i identify very much with this story. the burner i knew that died, morgan, i didnt know very well before that week. and although i knew and camped with someone whose life ended at burningman, it isnt the first thing i relate to virgin (or non) ears about the event. it doesn't change my overwhelmingly positive vue of the event. it's an amazingly powerful place. and i feel privilaged to dwell amongst you all once a year.
LETS SHARE IT. REALLY SHARE IT. THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE GROTESQUE, THE BEAUTIFUL, THE REAL, THE US.
LETS EVOLVE!!!