As of Tuesday, May 17, 2016
After weeks of repairs, cleaning and painting, you move in. Within days you realize your new neighborhood is infested. When described to a friend, her immediate response was “Oh, cockroaches” (Her acronym for tweakers). After dark, with no regard to neighbors who work, they scurry around piles of trash from nightly Dumpster runs. Wearing headlamps, they bang and clang on disabled vehicles scattering the yard. Spray paint the bumper of a rig that’s got three flat tires, at 2 a.m. in 20-degree weather. Start a loud vehicle and then forget about it for two to three hours. Steal electricity until Avista cuts the lines. Now the constant noise from a generator. During the day they’re in the yard fighting and screaming.
If you glance over, the obscenities, finger flipping and crotch grabbing are directed at you. You grit your teeth each month you pay hard earned money to live with this. A ridiculous number of calls are made to cops who are out there doing the best they can. You witness SWAT-like raids. Public records show drug possession and felony charges for theft of a financial transaction card. For 10 months the court addresses this (one) case 23 times (at what cost?). Mental evaluations ordered (Duh. Drugs kill brain cells!). Sentencing day comes. You have high hopes. And then... a fine! Added to years of other “Failure to Pay” fines still owed. And now they’re back to the same crap.
I wonder, how would this play out if it were next door to the prosecutor or the judge?
Well, fortunately for them, they can’t see it from their house.