No, I experienced actual martial law in the United States during the Boston Marathon Bombing aftermath.
Men with guns in the streets telling you to get the fuck inside. Total lockdown. Forced military inspection of homes. Military control of civilian spaces. Commerce halted (by order of the men with guns).
So, wrong on all counts. And I do not give a fuck if the US never called it martial law. Words have definitions. Just like Genocide and Insurrection.
We were getting on a flight to leave Boston that afternoon. It was a little weird in the airport, but the full situation hadn’t set in yet.
Ironically the flight home from LA a week later was more stressful, as there had been the manhunt and nighttime capture of them at that point.
My brother was house sitting for us just a couple miles from MIT and had to be locked down, but it wasn’t the direction they went after the security guard incident. I think they ended up in Watertown if memory serves.
I was about 2 blocks from the boat they found djokhar hiding in in Watertown. I was forced out of my apartment at gunpoint. This was after I’d tried to see what the streets looked like and was told “GET THE FUCK INSIDE.” I could hear the commotion, flashbangs, when they found him. Spent most of a night listening to police radio to get an idea what was happening outside.
Shit was surreal.
I also worked at a national landmark, and was thus on a ‘need to know basis’ making minimum wage but also being briefed by feds about not disrupting/how to identify the feds. “Anyone here with a dog today is almost definitely FBI, don’t disrupt them.”
No, I experienced actual martial law in the United States during the Boston Marathon Bombing aftermath.
Men with guns in the streets telling you to get the fuck inside. Total lockdown. Forced military inspection of homes. Military control of civilian spaces. Commerce halted (by order of the men with guns).
So, wrong on all counts. And I do not give a fuck if the US never called it martial law. Words have definitions. Just like Genocide and Insurrection.
We were getting on a flight to leave Boston that afternoon. It was a little weird in the airport, but the full situation hadn’t set in yet.
Ironically the flight home from LA a week later was more stressful, as there had been the manhunt and nighttime capture of them at that point.
My brother was house sitting for us just a couple miles from MIT and had to be locked down, but it wasn’t the direction they went after the security guard incident. I think they ended up in Watertown if memory serves.
I was about 2 blocks from the boat they found djokhar hiding in in Watertown. I was forced out of my apartment at gunpoint. This was after I’d tried to see what the streets looked like and was told “GET THE FUCK INSIDE.” I could hear the commotion, flashbangs, when they found him. Spent most of a night listening to police radio to get an idea what was happening outside.
Shit was surreal.
I also worked at a national landmark, and was thus on a ‘need to know basis’ making minimum wage but also being briefed by feds about not disrupting/how to identify the feds. “Anyone here with a dog today is almost definitely FBI, don’t disrupt them.”