One over less than five ounces of weed. 5 ounces, WTF!!!
At least this time, the good guy won in by the Grand Jury, and wasn't forced to go to trial for murder.
The question is, why did this dept even have a SWAT team. Per the article, 16 sworn officers and a $2.2 million budget when Hank Magee came to its attention in December 2013. By the standards of the National Tactical Officers Association, it was too small to field even a part-time special weapons and tactics team. But like scores of tiny jurisdictions around the country, it had one anyway.
There lies the problem.
https://www.nytimes.com/...=collection&_r=1
Here is the first installment.
https://www.nytimes.com/...rrant-drug-raid.html
"In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway." T Durden
At least this time, the good guy won in by the Grand Jury, and wasn't forced to go to trial for murder.
The question is, why did this dept even have a SWAT team. Per the article, 16 sworn officers and a $2.2 million budget when Hank Magee came to its attention in December 2013. By the standards of the National Tactical Officers Association, it was too small to field even a part-time special weapons and tactics team. But like scores of tiny jurisdictions around the country, it had one anyway.
There lies the problem.
https://www.nytimes.com/...=collection&_r=1
Here is the first installment.
https://www.nytimes.com/...rrant-drug-raid.html
"In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway." T Durden