posted on Jan, 3 2014 @ 01:57 AM
I've told this story here before, but it's one of the reasons I can't even be around cops (the other being a roadside beating). If I see one in a
store or on the street I just turn around and go another direction otherwise I get a panic attack.
A couple of years ago I lived in a house with a roommate. Him, me, and my dog. One night the cops stormed the house looking for drugs, they found
none of course because neither of us were into that stuff but they said they had evidence from a helicopter stakeout, which gave them probable cause.
When they entered the dog went downstairs and was shot to death. They charged me while I was asleep, dragged me to the living room, then forced me
completely naked, face down in my now dead dogs blood and told me if I so much as moved they would kill me as well.
After ransacking the house destroying virtually everything they could ranging from my front door, to my TV and computer monitors, to outright taking
my computer, and punching a bunch of holes in the walls, they eventually identified themselves as police officers and that they were looking for
drugs. When they found nothing they left.
I was never reimbursed for any of the damage, or the irreplaceable dog. My roommate was a lawyer with the city and was essentially told if either of
us brought forth a case his career and his retirement were both gone.
When the police are involved there is no such thing as justice. To this day, I still don't know the badge numbers of the cops that did the raid. If
I did, I wonder if anyone would blame me for taking justice into my own hands.
edit on 3-1-2014 by Aazadan because: (no reason given)