Suppose for a moment you live next door or across the street to a drug house? Cars queue up in your street, left running with someone inside, at night they arrive and leave with their lights off, speeding to and from the house. Drug abusers loiter in front of your house, the unkept, disorientated and paranoid-acting visitors are the norm. Car alarms and loud noises constantly disturb your sleep, and in the morning you might find derelicts sleeping it off in their cars. It doesn’t matter if you are an aging home owner, Hispanic, Asian, White or African
American, you are in danger the moment step out your door and you know it.
The pinnacle of this hell was reached this past Monday. Cops stormed the house in hopes of arresting the supplier. While several arrests were made, he was the armed man who got away and subsequently caused the lock down of a local elementary school. I can’t image the fear the parents and children must have endured. I know I was frightened when the helicopter scooped low telling us to get back into our homes. Guns, drugs and children just don’t mix.
The neighbor is back due to making bail and this leaves the block feeling so violated and frustrated. Everyone on my street is a victim. We want our block back and deserve so much more than this.
