I woke up this morning at about 0830 to the sound of my Husky Sasha barking. I go to the window, and there's a van parked in my driveway, with a bunch of cops piling out of it, wearing balaclavas and flak jackets. I tell my girlfriend to hand me my pants, in case they want to talk to me (I currently have no weapons in the house, never have done drugs, and have no warrants for my arrest (that I know of), but I didn't want to be buck naked if the COPS camera shows up...)
BUT...
They run to the house 2 doors down, and bust in the door with a ram. About 10 minutes later, they come out with the owner of the house in cuffs, and have an animal control officer take away 2 Staffordshire terriers (beautiful animals) that I've never seen outside, and a green Rubbermaid container, which appeared to hold some brick-like packages.
I just moved in here about a month ago, and I haven't seen any police activity at all, but WOW. What a wake-up call.
We're talking a white-bread country road, here, folks. NOT inner city. I just moved from the north side of Chicago, and never saw a SWAT raid, though I've been shot at a couple of times, there.
Well, it just goes to show that anyplace can have its share of bad apples. This certainly did NOT appear to be a mistake, and with the terriers and the big tub of drugs, I think this type of raid was appropriate. I don't believe in all warrants being served as No-Knocks, but sometimes, they ARE called for. I want every cop to go home at the end of their shift, but still respect the rights of those ACCUSED of a crime.
No one got hurt, and those bricks of whatever won't be hitting the street, or the apartment complex 1/4 mile down the road.
Semper Fi!
Ken Little