In February 2013, Atlanta done a round-up of “dirty Cops”. These cops were charged with protecting drug dealers while they done their drug deals. What were they protecting the drug dealers from … REAL COPS. They were protecting these scum bags in the event that an officer came down their street they were selling drugs on … they were paid to make sure that the real officers didn’t arrest them.
I was so elated when I first heard this story in the news. Even now, 5 years later, I grit my teeth while writing about this story because of how mad it makes me. It upsets me any time I hear an officer taking his oath for granted; but these officer push me so far beyond mad.
Between January 2006 and September 2006, I was addicted to Crack Cocaine and I only purchased my drugs in Atlanta on Freedom Parkway (the drug dealers called it “the Boulevard”). This was exactly 42 minutes away from my home. I done it this way because too many people in Douglasville knew me and as big as Douglasville is, it is a very small town when people talk.
One night, I went down to the Boulevard to buy some Crack and there was a cop coming down the road in the opposite direction while I was talking to the drug man. I told the drug man to get away from my door because a cop was coming and he looked up and went back to doing business and said not to worry about it because he paid his rent that night. Eleven years later and that remark still haunts me. “Don’t worry about it, I paid my rent tonight”. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But even more devastating was what I saw. The officer drove right past a black drug dealer at the window of a car with a white lady buying Crack Cocaine without so much as slowing down. The drug dealer and cop nodded as he passed. I realize that some people are reading this blog and thinking I am exaggerating when I tell you this story; but I assure you, I am not.
In August 2006, I moved to Florida and started doing my drugs there. From September 2006 until March 2007 I lived in Florida and became even more of an addict than I was in Georgia. In March 2007, I moved back to Georgia while my kids were on spring break from school. I wasn’t in Georgia a week when I got arrested by a Douglas County Sheriff’s Office deputy while out searching for some drugs. I was in jail for 29 days before going to court and being sentenced to 6-years- probation. I tell you this for one simple reason: if it wasn’t for being arrested, I honestly believe that I would be an addict today. It took being arrested and losing my liberties for me to get clean and stay clean.
The whole time I was in jail, I kept thinking about that cop that drove past me doing business that night in Atlanta the year before. I wonder if he knew what he had done that night? I wonder if he knew how many kids he could have saved from a drug hell if he followed protocol with his job. I knew he didn’t know about my 2 boys or me. There was no way he could know. Once I got sober and clean in May of 2007, I often thought about going to Atlanta and trying to figure out who that officer was and tell him what he was doing by not following protocol … but I promised myself I would never step foot where I stepped between 2006 and 2007 … I never went to try to find him.
Then I heard about this story in February 2013, 10 officers arrested for taking payoffs. To this day I don’t know if he was one of the officers tied up in that; but I surely would like to know. Most of these officers are still in Federal Prisons today for the crimes they committed. They were charged with assisting in Drug Trafficking, receiving illegal payoffs, and carrying a gun in the commission of crimes. You know what they aren’t charged with? They aren’t charged with enabling a drug addict to remain in her drug induced hell for another year. You know what they aren’t charged with? They aren’t charged with causing 2 young boys to live in a drug induced abusive home for another year. These are crimes they can’t be charged with because there are no such crimes in the books. How do you put a price tag or a prison term on someone’s suffering of that sort? What would that price be if you could?
I want you to know, I don’t blame this officer for my addiction. I don’t even blame the person who introduced me to drugs for my addiction. My addiction was my fault … no one tied my hands behind my back and forced me into an addiction … no one held a gun to my head and made me do drugs … I walked into that hellish nightmare all on my own, knowing full well what drugs can and would do to someone. But these officers need to be held responsible for their part in this epidemic. I plan to write each and every one of these people a letter and let them know my story. Only they know if they were that officer on that street that night. If they weren’t, I want them to know what they caused for someone else. I will update this blog as I get responses … if I get any responses.