SWAT teams used to be dispatched for hostage situations. Now they are dispatched on suspicion of drug activity details with horrible results.
Someone on the police force investigating the person of interest failed to do their job properly by getting SWAT involved. Now a pending lawsuit has taken place with several police officials job on the line for an incompetent decision!
After her family home burned down in Wisconsin, Alecia Phonesavanh, her husband and their four children relocated to the home of Phonesavanh’s sister-in-law in Georgia. One night, after being there several weeks, police descended upon the residence in search of drugs they believed were in the possession of Phonesavanh’s husband’s nephew. As it turns out, that person does not live in the house. No drugs were found in the home.
Still, Phonesavanh said, the officers aggressively forced their way inside. Then the worst happened. “After the SWAT team broke down the door, they threw a flashbang grenade inside. It landed in my son’s crib,” Phonesavanh wrote in a powerful piece published by Salon.
I heard my baby wailing and asked one of the officers to let me hold him. He screamed at me to sit down and shut up and blocked my view, so I couldn’t see my son. I could see a singed crib. And I could see a pool of blood. The officers yelled at me to calm down and told me my son was fine, that he’d just lost a tooth. It was only hours later when they finally let us drive to the hospital that we found out Bou Bou was in the intensive burn unit and that he’d been placed into a medically induced coma.
For the last three weeks, my husband and I have been sleeping at the hospital. We tell our son that we love him and we’ll never leave him behind. His car seat is still in the minivan, right where it’s always been, and we whisper to him that soon we’ll be taking him home with us.
A few nights ago, my 8-year-old woke up in the middle of the night screaming, “No, don’t kill him! You’re hurting my brother! Don’t kill him.” How can I ever make that go away? I used to tell my kids that if they were ever in trouble, they should go to the police for help. Now my kids don’t want to go to sleep at night because they’re afraid the cops will kill them or their family. It’s time to remind the cops that they should be serving and protecting our neighborhoods, not waging war on the people in them.
I pray every minute that I’ll get to hear my son’s laugh again, that I’ll get to watch him eat French fries or hear him sing his favorite song from “Frozen.” I’d give anything to watch him chase after his sisters again. I want justice for my baby, and that means making sure no other family ever has to feel this horrible pain.
Update: As of the afternoon of 6/24/2014, Baby Bou Bou has been taken out of the medically induced coma and transferred to a new hospital to begin rehabilitation. The hole in his chest has yet to heal, and doctors are still not able to fully assess lasting brain damage.
When it becomes hard to distinguish between the activity of a civilian police force and criminal home invasion it is clear that our political leaders have made some seriously wrong decisions and it is time to correct them.