Part 1 is here.
PART 2
The police were condensing everything into boxes and loading this stuff into one of their own trucks.
“There’s so much here to pack up,” complained one officer.
“Well if I’d known you were coming, I could’ve prepared better,” I said, half rebellious and half joking.
“That’s the spirit.”
I hated them so much. Outside, one of the officers was talking to a woman from Channel 16. The police were everywhere, defiling the place I knew and cared for. Nothing would be the same.
One of the officers asked me, “Do you like have any bug spray or wasp spray? There’s some wasps back by the vehicles and….[blah, blah.”
“No, I don’t. Sorry.” I wasn’t really sorry.
July 3rd is officially one of the worst days of my life. The man from the state denied ever having made the deal. The policemen treated my dad and myself like criminals. Our 48 Chevy was scratched because of the careless men as they went back into the garage to check out the motorcyles…to make sure that they weren’t stolen.
I was in a depressed daze for days afterwards. The only adjective that came to mind in the days was “wounded”. I felt wounded. I felt violated. I was so incredibly depressed and was sure I couldn’t afford college now. A bitterness brew inside me, making me hateful of everything and everyone. That bitterness lingered for a long time. I sometimes still feel it resurfacing, making me an angry person that I never once was.
How can I trust state officials or policemen after this debacle? Where is the justice, I ask you? I was raised to believe that the cops were the good guys. You were supposed to go to them when there was trouble. But they could be just as bad. How can you trust someone who lies, condescends, and doesn’t care about what is right? These people may be human, but certainly appear to be a bit more corrupted.
Not all law enforcement is as irresponsible as the ones I was in contact with, and I’m not suggesting that all policemen are crooks. All I’m saying is they’re aren’t not all crooks (excuse the double negative there).
Things are finally stabilizing, but it was rough going for quite some time. All because of this issue, we had no product to sell for the rest of the year. We finally paid the fee, but never received a permit. We haven’t received any of the items that were stolen from us that haven’t been paid for yet. We’re in incredible debt because one man couldn’t keep his promise.
There is one good thing: I did make it to college. Luckily some last minute fixing of the FAFSA allowed the government and one loan to pay for me to go to school. I can only hope this summer will greatly make up for last summer.
Still. Nothing can ever be the same.
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that this had to happen to you. it really is awful. Everything will work out though. I also know all to well that justice does not even seem to exist.
My family finally went into debt when all of their 6 credit card numbers were stolen and used racking up 100,000 or more in bills. They would harass us daily and my mom would tell them come to my house no one in my family wears size 13 shoes. No one lives in Africa to buy this jacket for 600 dollars. We have still been getting bills before my mom passed away.
We lost our land, our jeep, and pratically everything when my mom's stepfather wrote my uncle and her out of his will. My mom's mother had changed it. They were suppose to get 50,000 dollars each. So broke we drove down to Florida only to hear this.
My cousin's killer (his uncle) recieved 2 years in prision for shooting my cousin. We can't sue the hospital for my mom's death.
Sorry I gave you so many of my examples but the word justice is so dead to me. I can relate to what you are saying. I can not relate to your situation totally but I understand where you are coming from.
It is because people like that...(the guy with out a name in your blog) who give us false hope..and make us realise justice is not such a tangiable reality.
I'm sorry to hear all that had to happen in your family, Dani. Makes my example seem not so bad.
Justice really is such an empty word anymore. It's a word that belongs in fairy tales or in a child's vocabulary. Now, it's hard to see anything as black and white. The gray areas are pretty darn gray.
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Your example is just as bad as mine. Although they are not the same I can not imagine how awful that was for you. I understand how it still makes you angry because alot of things still make me angry.
I am not a very angry person either, but things that have happened makes me bitter.
wish I could give you more of a comment,but I am sicker than hell. Stupid weather.
Justice is a fairy tale.
I am here to inform and help:
http://www.progressiveu.org/032913-lupus-uncureable-wait-what
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A friend of mine was harassed by some police today...It doesn't matter where you are, some cops are just crooked and don't respect ethics let alone the law. I guess some officials think they can get away with it, so they do it.
www.progressiveu.org/blog/americangirlinchina
Well at least you were able to go to college . Sorry that happened to you. The system seems to be very crooked to me. If you have a lot of money but committed a murder or an assault, you can eitheir get your sentence lowered or get out of jail and be put right back on the street.