The last hours of Oakland’s Ghost Ship warehouse
The harrowing stories of that night tell a heartbreaking tale of what was lost, and who should have known better.
“I greeted almost every single person who walked through that door,” said Ohr, 26, “and I’m usually the one who says goodbye to them at the end of the night as well.”
On this night, he would be screaming for them to escape.
On this night, Ohr would be the doorman to an epic tragedy, Oakland’s deadliest fire ever.
This was no natural disaster, no earthquake, no terrorist shooting. This disaster was avoidable; 36 people were victims not just of the smoke and fire, but of recklessness, bureaucracy and indifference.
The harrowing stories of that night — from those who made it out, those who traded panicked texts, and those who tried to help — tell a heartbreaking tale of what was lost and who should have known better.
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