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A SWAT team blew a hole in my 2-year-old son

Posted on June 25th, 2014 at 11:58 by John Sinteur in category: News -- Write a comment


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.

  1. War crime.

  2. It is war crime and it is a war. As a father, but even not, it makes me angry enough to wish someone would blow a f_ing hole in their militarized pig heads. The cops do not serve and protect citizens. They are out of control bands of thugs with small peepees and even smaller brains trying to prove to the world how masculine they can be. Disarm them, try them for war crimes, and hire new recruits trained in socially acceptable law and order.

  3. Wrong all around.

    There’s going to be hell to pay. Too much publicity, too many agencies now involved. Not a fan of “no knock” warrants. The police department and the judge should be forced to issue explanations for why it was requested and why it was issued.

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