A few minutes ago six cars, 5 of them unmarked, pulled in front of our 101 year old rental house and dashed up the hill toward the house on the opposite side of the street. Many were in riot armor, some took to the other sides of the house to wait in ambush. The main contengent crashed down the door, guns drawn and aimed chest high to the house occupants. My daughter used to play with the 14 year old that lives in that house. An elderly woman lives in one of the two apartments the old house is now divided into. But, today no one was home. All that testosterone, all those bullets, and the glory of the news van that was parked down the street gone to waste.
I gave my girls, one 10 years old and one 7 years old, a quick lesson in what to do if they see guns drawn and they are outside--run! Do not stand and watch in facination--run! That isn't a lesson that I in my wildest dreams thought I would be giving my children. I pray to God that this year we can get out of here. At the moment we (and the news crew that keeps circling the neighborhood) thing the cops will be back later tonight.