Syrian Refugees Think North St. Louis Is Worse Than A Refugee Camp

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What a perfect story to post the day the Chicago Cubs play their first World Series game since the end of World War II. Maybe next the Rams will win the Super Bowl and Anthony Bourdain will do an hour long special about how he thinks Imo’s Pizza is ass. (It’s wonderful. All in disagreement can get bent.)

After escaping war in their homeland, some Syrian refugees are afraid of getting shot in their new home – in north St. Louis.

Syrians living at an apartment complex near Page and Hodiamont met with their neighborhood Alderman, and with a representative of the agency that placed them here, the International Institute.

The hour-long meeting dealt with complaints of gunfire in the night, roaches, mice, and rats.

One Syrian woman, speaking through a translator, says it’s so bad she phoned friends at a refugee camp in Jordan to warn them not to come to St. Louis.

“8 p.m. we cannot leave our apartment,” the translator said, “And if we want to leave, we need to be in a group. No one can leave the apartment as a single, or with one other — no– we need to be in a group.”

As a St. Louisan I’m not even going to try to sit here and act like North St. Louis isn’t as bad as people make it out to be. It is. In fact, I used to jokingly refer to it as a war zone. Now that people from an actual war zone are saying they’re terrified of it, I guess my hyperbolic joke no longer works. Going to have to upgrade it to, “Yeah, North St. Louis is hell.” Can’t wait for the now inevitable headline, “Demon begs local exorcist to send it back to the underworld after possessing body in North St. Louis.”

You might be thinking to yourselves, “Oh, North St. Louis, is that like Ferguson?” No. Though Ferguson is on the north side of town and has some rough spots, it also has areas that are fine to nice, and it’s several miles away from what is considered “North St. Louis.” I would never feel afraid driving through Ferguson at night. If I somehow took a wrong turn and wound up at, say, exactly where these refugees live, I’d be driving through tears and doing 80 through red lights to get back to civilization. Fun Ferguson/North St. Louis fact: after you saw Ferguson burning live on TV, a lot of locals there blamed the looting and arson on, you guessed it, people who came from North St. Louis to take advantage of the chaos. And everyone in St. Louis was basically like, “Oh yeah that makes sense.”

This is a pretty solid kick to the groin of St. Louis civic pride. God we need a win.

[via KMOX]

  1. Jabba the PizzaHutt

    This is totally fucking random, but how did Rob get the nickname, Bacon?

    8 years ago at 7:23 pm
    1. Mitch The Godfather Martin

      A stripper shoved bacon in his ass and then ate it out while he titty fucked her.

      8 years ago at 8:49 pm
  2. Mitch The Godfather Martin

    I was working on a house in North St. Louis with my summer job and saw a hooker with no pants yelling “5 dolla all you can eat”. If I wanted awful seafood I’d go to Long John Silver’s.

    8 years ago at 8:54 pm
    1. CanadianB4C0N

      No one would fucking invade that godless part of the city. You’re outta your mind.

      8 years ago at 5:26 am
  3. AGBro

    Missouri is just one big shithole. There’s nothing good you can say about a state that houses Mizzou

    8 years ago at 7:56 am
    1. CanadianB4C0N

      Free business when you finish tours, toasted ravioli, gooey butter cake, the motherfucking Arch, baseball heaven, and inventing the motherfucking ice cream cone! Missouri is fucking awesome. Mizzou not so much, go Gators

      8 years ago at 1:14 am
  4. nolenation44

    You know whats worse than roaches and alleged distant gunfire? Getting your head sawed off by some smelly asshole in the middle of the god damn desert. By all means I would donate to a fund that sent their asses back home though. Don’t want em’ don’t need em’.

    8 years ago at 11:24 am
  5. Cottonmouth

    I may or may not work for a company whose name could conceivably rhyme with Shmedward Schmones, so I’ve had to spend occaisonal weeks in STL. I never left Maryland Heights, a comparatively safe business-district, and yet on my second day there we spotted a dead junkie on the roof of a neighboring parking garage. We stayed in the Sheraton Chalet and would hear a dozen shots on an average night, plus sketchy “people” would wander into the lobby and try to sell us oxy while we were eating breakfast. I joked to a waitress about the shots and her response, I shit you not, was “Well it aint always gangs and shit, if you hearing that from my neighborhood it probably just a few suicides.”

    8 years ago at 1:46 pm