posted on May, 1 2010 @ 05:37 AM
I live near Gwinnett County, which has become *the* central location in the United States, for the drug runners according to the local police.
I have a doctor friend who also works with the FBI. He told me at work one night that the police have stopped even trying to arrest illegals over
traffic violations and such, and when they pull them over and find out they are illegal, they just let them go.
He said the reason this is happening now is because of a two fold problem. One being, they have no way to truly identify them, and if they issue a
citation, it is most likely under an assumed name. When the violator fails to appear in court, there is no way to track them down, or to use a bench
warrant because of the uncertainty of identity. In other words, it becomes a waste of time and money.
Seondly, if they arrest them, they do eventually let them go, and do not deport them because the cost is prohibitive, there are so many. They also
make the statement, "They will be back in a few weeks, so why bother?"
He went on to explain the main reason. He stated that a Gwinnett County sheriff pulled over a car for a traffic violation, and when he approached the
driver, the officer was shot in the face.
Another officer, upon responding and finding the suspect had fled, searched the car and found a duffle bag in the now abandoned car that contained
over a million dollars.
They fear being shot in the face, and the doctor went on the state this was not the end of what was going to only get worse, but indeed, a tragic
When I lived in Doraville, I carried my gun to may car to go to work. I also went escorted by my husband. I refused to leave the house alone.
In the apartment below us, there were 25 Mexicans in one 3 bedroom apartment. They had torn out all the walls, and would sit in the living room with
the door open. They would visibly spit on the floor while drinking and watching television. Their children slept on mattresses and piles of clothes in
the closets, the babies slept in dresser drawers.
They also came home with living livestock.. goats, chickens, etc. They would slaughter them on the small screened in patio to their apartment, and
throw the heads and other unused body parts out in to the bushes where my children played. It was my children who, in fact, discovered this, and we
were disbelieving. We then went to look, and indeed, saw a goats head and other things.
This was allowed to happen because the manager that was hired was Mexican, and she refused to do anything about them. This is only one group, in one
apartment. The whole complex of over 300 apartments rapidly became a haven.
We soon became witnesses to high speed chases, endless murders, shootings, and other crimes that were happening right where we lived.
I would come home from work, and had to step over drunk, passed out men in painters clothes lying on the steps and landings in their own urine and
One night, a man tried to force his way into my apartment.
Any time we would leave to go to the store, we would drive by men openly urinating on the roads, sidewalks, and even on our cars. The ground was
littered with empty beer bottles and other trash, not to mention the stench from the slaughtered animals deacying where children used to play, and
right under our windows.
I never saw people that acceptingly lived like such animals before.
In another incident, before things had become so horribly bad, my children were walking home from school, and a car with 3 hispanic men pulled up and
one in the backseat got out and grabbed my son. A man in a nearby car saw what happened, and saved my son from an attempted kidnapping. We called the
police, but of course, they were never caught.
Now what do you think they wanted with a 7 year old boy? I still shudder to think to this day.
Upon coming home from work one morning, I found my other car had been smashed into in it's parking space. The offending car was in the parking spot
right next to mine! The paint from my car was clearly transfered all over this car, and vice versa! I called the police, who found the vehicle
belonged to someone in the apartment I mentioned before.
They went and knocked on the door, and after about 20 minutes, someone finally came out. They denied knowing anything about it, and the police did
*nothing*. Nothing. My car was damaged from the rear bumper all the way to the front quarter panel.
In another incident, a neighbour of ours came home from going to buy a pack of cigarettes, and when he got out of his car, a mexican male charged him
with a steak knife and stabbed him in the back. This man had done nothing to anyone.
Now, it was no secret they used only the money necessary to live here, but that they sent almost all of their earned income back to Mexico. The reason
they would live so many in one apartment was so they could all pay some to the rent and bills and send the rest home.
Our once very nice, peaceful community became unbearable to live in, and we were literally chased from our home. There was no way I could go on living
in a community where not only did I not feel safe, and I wasn't, but where I could not let my children go outside and play anymore.
This transformation took less than a year, but long enough for us to thankfully save enough money to buy a house and leave.
Sadly, the answer has been just turn and look the other way. No one was willing to *do* anything about the problems. And this is what it comes to.