Friday, April 27, 2007

Bent Cops, No Knock and Getting Whacked


I have referred to the no knock warrant in other posts, some now defunct due to the time line, but for a good all-round background,and the ever increasing use of swat teams for domestic busts, I have a link to an excellent article from Slate.com in one of my longer compositions,
Driving Lessons, Child Abuse, And A Nation Obsessed.

It's written in my "Roundabout" style, preferring to get from A to B via the country roads as opposed to blasting down the motorway as it were. A small piece here then that includes the link. I hope you might take time to read it.

And just as there is no sin as a separate entity, the exact same must apply to Evil. Evil isn’t going to creep into your bedroom and give you a “Gotcha” as you hide your head under the covers. Hopefully it will be your partner playing silly buggers, or worst case scenarios, a real bad dude that we misguidedly call evil, or worst still the cops bursting in with a “No Knock Warrant”

The original story of a Ninety Two year old granny got herself wasted can be found here. Seems she took exception to people breaking into her home in the small hours, getting a few shots off in defence of her person and her home very quickly resulted in one dead granny as the cops blasted her to death. The whole raid by the way was based on a tip from some scumbag informer. The cops gave the usual yada yada bullshit at the time but for once it didn't go the "right" way for the dirty cops and some months down the line we appear to be seeing a little justice being done.



Atlanta Journal-Constitution 04/26/07
Two Atlanta police officers made a second appearance in court today to plead guilty to felonies in the fatal shooting of a 92-year-old woman in her home
Officers Gregg Junnier and Jason R. Smith made their second stop Wednesday afternoon to plead guilty to violating the civil rights of Kathryn Johnston by killing her during a botched drug raid at her home Nov. 21. 2006.

Before the hearing before U.S. District Court Judge Julie Carnes the two officers sat side-by-side on a bench. Junnier stared ahead while Smith read silently from a Bible opened to the book of John.
When I read shite like that it burns me, it sets me on fucking fire.
Junnier, who has retired, was charged with three counts of felony murder, violation of oath by a public officer, criminal solicitation, two counts of burglary and one each of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon and making a false statement.

Yes so very Christian of him, and who knows how many innocents are banged up due to planted or bent evidence. What a goddamn hypocrite. More

You can find lots of examples of No Knocks that have gone awry here, they all seem to end up with somebody being very dead. But then don't they all when the cops and swat teams get all dressed up and nowhere to go.

Update. Atlanta Journal.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...


http://eideard.com/2012/07/01/part-time-snitch-full-time-drug-dealer-called-upon-to-cover-for-atlanta-coppers-who-murdered-kathryn-johnston/

Mural of Kathryn Johnston painted on a boarded-up window of her home.

Himself said...

Link below from

"And they want me to cover for them."

I have only read page 1 of 10, I will probably catch up with it later.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/01/magazine/alex-white-professional-snitch.html?_r=0

Himself said...

Top of page two.

White had lived near the Bluff, a neighborhood of Atlanta infamous for drugs and crime, for a year or so. Its residents are almost all black and poor. There are no row houses here, nor high rises; the housing stock is seldom more than two stories tall. Streets of small, well-kept houses alternate with streets full of junk-strewn, overgrown lots, abandoned houses and apartment buildings with broken windows and dirt instead of lawns. There is little that says money and much that says despair: semiabandoned commercial strips with hand-painted signs, bodegas with few products and fortified cashier booths, pit bulls on chains, groups of men hanging out on corners and behind car washes and outside probation centers, drinking beer or selling drugs. Police cars, often with lights flashing, are ubiquitous, but I never saw a police officer on foot. A stark contrast are the nearby enclaves belonging to prosperous black colleges like Spelman, Morehouse, Clark Atlanta University and Morris Brown College, their grounds immaculate and, to the local poor, effectively off-limits.

Sounds delightful.

On a lighter note, same page.

his younger siblings — Calandra, who’s now 28, and Kevin

Now I know the mother can be forgiven for naming her daughter Calandra, black culture n'all.

But KEVIN! fucking Kevin! What kind of name is that to call anybody this day and age, and him a black dude at that.

Or is it just the English that take the piss out of "Kevins" and the like?

Is it?

But all in all, a fair but sordid read.

Anonymous said...


It is not just the English, the Germans are with you.

http://thenamestation.wordpress.com/2012/01/07/kevin/

Throughout the ’90s, Kevin was actually the number one name for boys in France. France! (Maybe this is why the Germans have a negative association; there’s such history between these two countries, and very few French names succeed in Germany.)

It’s not like Kevin’s origin and meaning are to be shied away from – it’s of Irish Gaelic origin and means “handsome beloved,” despite the fact that modern association with the name is basically the opposite.

Here in Holland? No idea; I only know one Kevin (19-year-old).

But if I do understand you correctly, it’s about a name and its association. Then perhaps Johnny is the Kevin here.

Personally, I’m not fond of long and far-fetched names, and names that are typically foreign, a Dutch Björn or Jeffrey for example. But Jewish names are often beautiful, I find.

Well, as William said: What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Nomen Nescio

Himself said...

Tha comes up wi' some clog-iron at times lass.

Not Kevin.

It must be a very parochial saying, clog iron, not even in the Urban Dictionary.

Basically, little known facts about obscure subjects.