Humboldt County -- Come for the Drugs; Stay in a Dungeon
The area she was last seen. Her blonde dreads. It was eerily similar to a scene I wrote in my sex and violence manuscript. That's neither here nor there, though.
The girl had been missing over a week and calls to her cell phone went unanswered. Myself and a few other posters mentioned the fact that Humboldt was not exactly the best place for a missing teen girl due to its dark underbelly ... one I find worse than any other place I've lived. We all hoped the girl would be found safely. Few of us believed she would.
And then we were taken to task.
Now, I can understand people wanting to keep hopes up. I think that's natural. Others did not feel that way. We were called "negative" people who said "mean" things. Those people who called us that wanted the father of the missing girl, who happened onto the blog at some point, to know that Humboldt was a safe place for a missing teen and she was probably sleeping on someone's porch or some such nonsense. It should be noted that while "negative" is a meaningless term used to label someone who says anything that challenges one's point of view, nobody said anything that any reasonable person could call "mean." That didn't stop these people, though. They were very quick to offer what could only be false hope. After all, they didn't know whether or not the girl would be found unharmed, but they were quick to promise she would be. Myself and others merely stated that things tend to be grim in that situation.
The girl, incidentally, was found alive and presumably safe, though I didn't read why she was out of contact with her parents for so long, or why a young girl was up here from the Bay Area unescorted by an adult. It didn't matter, though. We were mean, negative naysayers who dared to muddy Humboldt's pristine reputation.
Humboldt does have its dark and weird side. It's not all tie dye, pot and people who still pick up hitchhikers without the expectation of sex. We've got bestiality, parents pimping out their children, murder-for-hire schemes on teen girls, drug houses like you would not believe, pony girl trainings in the woods, a ripe underground porn industry, serial killers, parents scoring dope with their kids, murdered hookers, alleyway inseminations of lesbians looking to have children, group sex parties in run-down motel rooms with heroin addicted local media stars. Hardly the Disneyland many would like you to believe, but how does it differ from other places? Well, that's easy -- it's ignored and in some cases accepted.
I've lived in other places where bad, strange things happen. But they happen either so deeply underground that you never hear of them, or they are met with scorn and disgust and eradicated. Here, people are either gleeful to turn a blind eye (to do anything else is to risk being called "mean"), or condone it openly or through silence. It is kind of sick, and anyone who has had any dealings with it on any sort of level knows it is there and knows exactly what I am talking about.
I once heard a woman say that Eureka (and it could be said of Humboldt in general) was like a small town with big city crime. I corrected her. "It's like a small town with country crime." Country crime is different. It's weird. It's off. It's a previously used ball gag shoved into your mouth and a video camera mounted on a tripod as a German Shepherd is led into the room.
We weren't mean on that blog. We were realists. Some may have been a bit more dramatic than others, but we were realistic. No parent wants his or her child to end up missing, and no sane parent would feel safer with their child being last seen in Humboldt. If that's negative and mean, I'll cop to it. But I flat out fucking refuse to be some wide-eyed lobotomy who thinks Humboldt is the epitome of the throwback commune where everyone is about peace and love, and strangers are fed without any evil agendas. I've seen and heard too much to think that, and I have far too much common sense to believe that is even close to reality. Sure, there are some people like that ... but wait until you see what they have hanging in the shed out back.