This is a portion of what I have gleaned so far from what information is out there.
This warehouse is owned by an elderly woman who rented the building out to a single person, Derick Ion. Then Derick sublet space in the warehouse to local craftspeople and artists who could no longer afford to live in nearby San Francisco or even in Oakland.
Derick Ion charged from $200. per month up to $600. a month in rent, collecting from 20-50 different people. The number of renters varies wildly depending on the source, and is probably fluid. Derick advertised rental space by flyers, on Craigslist and by word-of-mouth. Previous tenants claim he specifically told them if asked to claim that they only rented studio space there to work on projects and never lived in the warehouse.
The lower portion of the warehouse had a small kitchen area where portable stoves used propane bottles for fuel. There was a common lounge area here and much of the rest of the area was portioned off with makeshift dividers into living space/studios. At times up to 6 small travel trailers were wedged into the first floor too. The décor and furnishings, even the space dividers were mostly cobbled together from pallets, old plywood, driftwood, used furniture, and various rugs and wall hangings. Almost none of it was fire retardant in nature and some things were very flammable in nature.
There was one normal set of steps up to the second floor, and those did meet fire code, but they were in the back of the building on the far side from the walk-thru door downstairs. Those steps led up to the second floor and were not widely known about to patrons attending any of the events hosted at the warehouse.
Studies of prior fires prove that when panicked people will instinctively always attempt to exit the way they came in, and for most of those in attendance Friday night that would be back down the narrow wooden steps and ramp combination.
There were multiple windows upstairs, but outside photographs of the building and eyewitness accounts show that most of those upper windows had what appears to be chain-link fence sections over them, preventing their use as exits.
This place was crammed full of all kinds of ‘stuff’, and no fire alarms, no sprinklers. It was only meant to be a warehouse to store things, not living space, not artist studios, and especially not a venue for any type of entertainment. Those attending had no idea at all what they were walking into, they are alive and beautiful, bright and artistic- just there to dance and have fun.
That this happened makes me angry and indescribably sad. In at least 2 other fires in similar venues, the window of life from the time that the fire is first noted, is about 90 seconds, and less than 60 seconds to walk out undamaged.
Anywhere you go, it only takes a moment- note the exits. All of them. Make this a habit.
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