\"No-Knock\" SWAT Raid Has Baby MANGLED By Flash Grenade Tossed Into His Crib
Law Enforcement Is Slaughtering Men, Women, Children AND Pets...Has ANYONE Had Enough Yet?
http://www.salon.com/2014/06/24/a_swat_team_blew_a_hole_in_my_2_year_old_son/
After our house burned down in Wisconsin a few months ago, my husband and I packed our four young kids and all our belongings into a gold minivan and drove to my sister-in-law?s place, just outside of Atlanta. On the back windshield, we pasted six stick figures: a dad, a mom, three young girls, and one baby boy.
That minivan was sitting in the front driveway of my sister-in-law?s place the night a SWAT team broke in, looking for a small amount of drugs they thought my husband?s nephew had. Some of my kids? toys were in the front yard, but the officers claimed they had no way of knowing children might be present. Our whole family was sleeping in the same room, one bed for us, one for the girls, and a crib.
After the SWAT team broke down the door, they threw a flashbang grenade inside. It landed in my son?s crib.
Flashbang grenades were created for soldiers to use during battle. When they explode, the noise is so loud and the flash is so bright that anyone close by is temporarily blinded and deafened. It?s been three weeks since the flashbang exploded next to my sleeping baby, and he?s still covered in burns.
There?s still a hole in his chest that exposes his ribs. At least that?s what I?ve been told; I?m afraid to look.
My husband?s nephew, the one they were looking for, wasn?t there. He doesn?t even live in that house. After breaking down the door, throwing my husband to the ground, and screaming at my children, the officers ? armed with M16s ? filed through the house like they were playing war. They searched for drugs and never found any.
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.
Every morning, I have to face the reality that my son is fighting for his life. It?s not clear whether he?ll live or die. All of this to find a small amount of drugs?
The only silver lining I can possibly see is that my baby Bou Bou?s story might make us angry enough that we stop accepting brutal SWAT raids as a normal way to fight the ?war on drugs.? I know that this has happened to other families, here in Georgia and across the country. I know that SWAT teams are breaking into homes in the middle of the night, more often than not j
After our house burned down in Wisconsin a few months ago, my husband and I packed our four young kids and all our belongings into a gold minivan and drove to my sister-in-law?s place, just outside of Atlanta. On the back windshield, we pasted six stick figures: a dad, a mom, three young girls, and one baby boy.
That minivan was sitting in the front driveway of my sister-in-law?s place the night a SWAT team broke in, looking for a small amount of drugs they thought my husband?s nephew had. Some of my kids? toys were in the front yard, but the officers claimed they had no way of knowing children might be present. Our whole family was sleeping in the same room, one bed for us, one for the girls, and a crib.
After the SWAT team broke down the door, they threw a flashbang grenade inside. It landed in my son?s crib.
Flashbang grenades were created for soldiers to use during battle. When they explode, the noise is so loud and the flash is so bright that anyone close by is temporarily blinded and deafened. It?s been three weeks since the flashbang exploded next to my sleeping baby, and he?s still covered in burns.
There?s still a hole in his chest that exposes his ribs. At least that?s what I?ve been told; I?m afraid to look.
My husband?s nephew, the one they were looking for, wasn?t there. He doesn?t even live in that house. After breaking down the door, throwing my husband to the ground, and screaming at my children, the officers ? armed with M16s ? filed through the house like they were playing war. They searched for drugs and never found any.
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.
Every morning, I have to face the reality that my son is fighting for his life. It?s not clear whether he?ll live or die. All of this to find a small amount of drugs?
The only silver lining I can possibly see is that my baby Bou Bou?s story might make us angry enough that we stop accepting brutal SWAT raids as a normal way to fight the ?war on drugs.? I know that this has happened to other families, here in Georgia and across the country. I know that SWAT teams are breaking into homes in the middle of the night, more often than not j
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