Drug War Cops
by Kay Lee
Are you old enough to remember when you could honestly
tell your children police officers are their friend? Back
before the drug war I mean? Before law enforcers developed
this over-kill mentality?
I'm sure there are a few honorable police officers
left, respectable public servants really trying to keep
peace among the citizenry they are a part of without getting
too heavy-handed. I'm not talking about that small group.
But there are also way too many cops who have let their
semi-military training and quasi-military weapons go to
their heads. They think they're in a war zone and we the
people are the enemy. You can't talk to them, reason with
them, explain to them, depend on them to do the right thing,
or even ask them for help without having them turn on you
with that cold stare and begin to act as if you might be a
One thing this drug war has cost is respect for author-
ity. Whenever I hear a cop say, "Ve're just doink our job",
my reply is, 'You do it with way too much enjoyment to JUST
be doing your job."
One little silver-haired lady I know has spent her
seventy-some years obeying the law. She and her husband
have worked very hard for everything they have - excuse me,
HAD. One day a crowd of cops dressed in black barged into
their home at 6am, cussing and screaming. For the next hour
they prowled the house ransacking everything while guns were
held to the terrified couple's heads.
Seems the cops were looking for drugs that weren't
there, but that didn't stop them from using the asset for-
feiture laws to begin loading everything they could into the
waiting vehicles. Oh yeah, they made an inventory list, but
all her jewelry just disappeared into the cops' big pock-
ets. The gifts of love from her husband over the 45 years
of their marriage never showed up on the inventory at all
and were never seen again.
The elderly couple's family had to help them hire a
lawyer and it took them nearly two years to get any of their
belongings back, even though cops found nothing amiss.
Now when that tiny little lady, who otherwise never
cusses, sees a police officer, she whispers in a tense
voice, "I just hate those bastards!"
I really can't blame her. Damn this never-ending drug
war and the mindless overbearing cops it has created!