Search Warrants: The World “Behind The Door”

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Ah, the search warrant.

Many officers can’t wait to go on their first door-kicking, battering-ram-bashing, and flash-bang-tossing raid. Beats writing traffic tickets, right? After all, what good is that training and equipment if you can’t use it?

Sure, the excitement is there. The adrenaline rush is over the top. And the danger level…WHOOSH! It’s through the roof.

But there’s another side to executing a search warrant, an unpleasant side that most people don’t see. Yes, after the door is breached officers often encounter a host of unpleasantness, such as:

1. While pawing through the kitchen drawers you (the officer) notice an abundance of tiny, black pellets. There are more on the counter tops, and on the stove top, especially near a large container of used, congealed bacon grease. A closer look reveals hundreds of teeny-tiny footprints in the thin layer of grease that’s coating the top of the range. The top of the dried bacon fat, too, along with obvious chew-marks and tooth prints in the grease and around the edges of the cardboard container. A frying pan with remnants of the morning’s scrambled eggs sits on a rear burner. And that’s not freshly-ground pepper dotting the top of the eggs. Listen closely and you can hear faint squeals coming from inside the walls of the range. You don’t want to, but you do it anyway. You lean down. Yes, there are baby mice living inside the stove, and they’re crying for their mother.

And this is only the first room …

2. A favorite place to hide drugs is in or behind a toilet’s water storage tank. But there’s no bathroom in this house. Odd. So you continue the search by moving to the bedroom, if that’s what you want to call it. Four walls, a tattered mattress (no bed frame), and lots and lots of filth and dirty clothes on the floor. Chicken bones, beer cans and bottles, yellow-gray sheets that were probably white a few years ago, a clock radio with its guts hanging out of the broken plastic casing, and ROACHES EVERYWHERE. Thousands of them. All sizes, too. On the floor, the bed, the walls, a wooden chair in the corner, the ceiling, in the closet, under your feet, and on YOUR PANTS LEGS!

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But the search must go on…

3. What’s in the white five-gallon bucket in the corner? There’s a dishtowel draped over it, as if they’re hiding something there. So you pull back the cloth and WHAM! You now know the location of the bathroom, and it hasn’t been emptied for days.

4. In the darkened corner of the room, a malnourished skin-and-bones mixed-breed dog sits on its scrawny haunches. Most of the fur is missing from its back and around the head. Its lips are pulled back to expose a mouthful of plaque-coated teeth the are presently aimed in your direction. A low rumble comes from the animal’s throat. There’s no time to call for animal control so you pull out the pepperspray. Never mind that it rarely works on dogs, but you feel better with the can in your hand. You back out and close the door.

5. The next bedroom is better. Five little kids there, playing with two or three broken plastic toys—a dump truck and, ironically, a battered three-wheeled police car. The oldest child, a cute little round-faced boy of about four, or so. The tiniest spattering of freckles peppered his smooth but grimy cheeks and nose.

“Where’s your mommy?”

Five sets of shoulders inch upward.

No shoes. Dirty pants. No shirts. Faces crusted with food and sleep. Lint in their hair.

A rat, the size of a squirrel, walks nonchalantly across the floor near the baseboard. It disappears into a large hole in the sheetrock.

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Roaches crawl across the boys’ feet and legs.

A microwave on the nightstand. Overflowing ashtray. Drinking glass half full of room-temperature tea. Aluminum foil. Plastic wrap. A glass cookie sheet covered in wax paper. A plastic bag. White powder. Baking soda. Crack cocaine.

Kind of takes the edge off the adrenaline rush, huh?

And that, my friends, is what cops often see “behind the door.”

3 thoughts on “Search Warrants: The World “Behind The Door”

  • Julia Buckley

    That is absolutely horrifying. Do the officers automatically call Social Services in these instances?

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  • Lee Lofland

    They do, Julia. Animal control, as well, if needed. The first order of business is the safety and well-being of everyone involved. Officers first, though, because they have no idea what’s waiting for them on the other side. It’s a scary experience all around.

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  • Patrick Balester

    I don’t feel so bad about the clutter in my office anymore. Brrr.

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