One nation under the gun
Where forward thinking is shunned
A morbid tradition
Of archaic value systems
Where violence justified
Is just another pride
Under the surface lies
A holy plastic empire
With guarded golden fences
Where misfortune
Shelters decisions
A pain wrought from blood flowing green
The myth of protection
Is a sick fascination
A culture of violence is what you are feeding
Fear is an heirloom
And hate is contagious
A nation of sadists is what you are breeding
It's everywhere
It's everywhere that you see
But who decides
If you watch or turn the other cheek
And only in your mind
Is it your given right to be armed to the teeth
It's a common disease
The only immunity is to disarm
This holy plastic empire disease-Darkest Hour, "The Sadist Nation"
...these were the lyrics running through my boyfriend's mind at approximately 5:15 am this morning, whilst having the barrel of a VERY loaded MP5 submachinegun shoved in his face by a local police SWAT team member.
Have I your attention?
GOOD.
Let me tell you about the militarization of local police, domestic terrorism, civil injustices.... ALL TAKING PLACE IN THE LITTLE TOWN OF JACKSONVILLE NC.
At around 5 'o clock this morning, Michael awoke on the living room futon, making his way to the restroom for an early morning piss.
See, we had been having a bit of an argument and he was feeling unwell, so he had gone to sleep on the futon early the night before, whereas I and our roommate were still asleep in our respective bedrooms.
After his morning constitutional, he sat down at his computer to check his E-mail and play some emulated Mega Man 2.
That's when the house started shaking. There were two sharp blows to the front door, (which would later prove to be a battering ram beating the doors off of the frames) followed by shouts of "We Have A Warrant!" and "Grenade In!".
Initially thinking it to be some kind of April Fools' Day joke, he was hesitant to react until seeing the grenade being lobbed into my living room.
He was instantly transported to a certain country in the middle east, circa mid-spring, 2003, where shouting "Grenade!" meant that one would have to take cover or DIE. He charged the door to get away from what would turn out to be a Flash-Bang concussion-type grenade.
The
Flash Bang Grenade is a hand grenade designed to disrupt and confuse people by discharging in a blinding light flash and a deafeningly loud explosion. Officers deploying this munition are recommended to wear eye protection due to possible retinal damage from the flash, as well as ear protection due to the extreme volume of the report, being 170 decibels at 5 foot.
...it went off about 2 feet from his head.
During the Shock and Awe phase (a term commonly used by shocktroops and military specialists to describe using maximum force to terrify suspects), he was accosted by one of the domestic terrorists and choke-slammed to the ground, the barrel of a loaded assault machine gun not two inches from his face. He was told by this government-funded SS trooper "If you move a muscle I will ****ing KILL YOU."
I was terrified. From the next room, it sounded like there was a gunfight in my livingroom. I had no idea what was happening to Mike. I curled up in a little ball, covering my head, and watched to see what happened next.
After a few seconds, the banging on my door starts... All I can think is, "Oh... My... God... There is someone in my house, they're going to rape me, steal all of our stuff, and leave us dead."
With an MP5 pointed at my face, I was told to put my hands up in the air. Once they concluded that I had no weapons, they asked if I was really naked. Okay... I had a guy in SWAT gear with a machine gun pointed at my head asking if I was naked. Whoa. I was like, "I don't have a shirt on..." To which he replied by yelling out into the house, "She's completely naked. Get a female officer in here!"
Mike was cuffed and drug out while I was accosted, still undressed. Our roommate, Doug, as well as his friend, Cory, met with an equally unpleasant wake-up call.
When I had finally gotten clothed, they cuffed me, and set me in the livingroom next to Cory. Mike and Doug were outside already. At that point, and not a moment sooner, they read me, the one who has the lease, the search warrant.
So we were kept outside while our possessions were ravaged and destroyed. Some pics can be seen in the following links:
1234567891011Here is the payoff.
NOTHING ILLEGAL WAS FOUND IN MY HOUSE!!!!
NOTHING ILLEGAL HAS EVER BEEN IN MY [FRIGGIN'] HOUSE!!!!!!
We were then told by a plainclothes detective that within the past 72 hours an undercover agent purchased Marijuana from a black male by the nickname "Black" in this residence.
NONE OF US KNOW THIS "BLACK"
THERE HADN'T BEEN ANY BLACK MALES IN OUR HOUSE WITHIN THE PAST 72 HOURS!!!!!
We were then told that there would be no apologies and no assistance in cleaning our securing our residence, let alone repairing or replacing damaged property.
We are left with a house we cannot lock, personal property destroyed, a shattered sense of security, a seething anger and mistrust of our authoritative agencies, and the paranoia that we must be more afraid of the police than the criminals that they are supposed to be protecting us from.
Just for laughs and giggles, the bill of rights... try to guess how many rights they violated!THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING!!!!
NATIONAL SECURITY
HOMELAND SECURITY
PATRIOT ACT
DOMESTIC TERROR, PAID FOR BY OUR TAX DOLLARS!!!!
It Can Happen To You!"When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross." -Sinclair Lewis