Originally published on December 24, 2020 4:22 pm
The people in the yellow hazmat suits arrived at St. Joseph s Senior Home in Woodbridge, N.J., on a crisp morning in late March, emerging from blue and white ambulance buses all suited up, like astronauts descending from a lunar rover.
For the 78 residents whom they had come to evacuate on March 25, however, this all felt more like an alien abduction. As the hazmats approached, some residents shouted and furiously clawed at the air; others begged not to be taken away, clutching the nuns sleeves, dissolving into tears.
The sisters who ran St. Joseph s told the residents families later they d never seen anything like it. People were loaded up like cattle, said one person who saw the events unfold. It was horrible. . When I close my eyes, even today, I still see it.
For the 78 residents of St. Joseph s Senior Home in New Jersey, the arrival of hazmat-suited officials in March in their caravan of ambulance buses was terrifying. Some evacuees with dementia shouted and furiously clawed at them. Others begged not to be taken away. Seth Wenig/AP
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For the 78 residents of St. Joseph s Senior Home in New Jersey, the arrival of hazmat-suited officials in March in their caravan of ambulance buses was terrifying. Some evacuees with dementia shouted and furiously clawed at them. Others begged not to be taken away. Seth Wenig/AP
The people in the yellow hazmat suits arrived at St. Joseph s Senior Home in Woodbridge, N.J., on a crisp morning in late March, emerging from blue and white ambulance buses all suited up, like astronauts descending from a lunar rover.
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For the 78 residents of St. Joe s, the arrival of hazmat-suited officials in their caravan of ambulance buses was terrifying. Some evacuees with dementia shouted and furiously clawed at them. Others begged not to be taken away. (Seth Wenig/AP)
The people in the yellow hazmat suits arrived at St. Joseph’s Senior Home in Woodbridge, N.J., on a crisp morning in late March, emerging from blue and white ambulance buses all suited up, like astronauts descending from a lunar rover.
For the 78 residents whom they had come to evacuate on March 25th, however, this all felt more like an alien abduction. As the hazmats approached, some residents shouted and furiously clawed at the air; others begged not to be taken away, clutching the nuns’ sleeves, dissolving into tears.