I woke up, turned over to my
alarm clock and saw a blurred "4:33" in bright
red. Mama was
standing at my
door,
telling me to
wake up because our next door
apartment "
neighbor"
heard people breaking through a "wooden"
basement window that had been
nailed shut just a month or so ago after being burgled. So I
wake up, put on my
slippers/
sandals/
plastic shoe thingys, and walk slowly to the
entrance to our
apartment. Our
neighbor is whispering that her
husband saw a woman and two men open the window and go inside. I called
9-1-1 and the local precinct to
report what was happening right then and there.
We waited while we heard them
rummaging downstairs,
behind a padlocked
door, with
flashlights to
guide them. We waited as they left,
carrying some of our
possessions with them to the next-door
apartment building, the 4-story
building abandoned close to
a year ago and now
home to
squatters,
crackheads and other types of
urban "
humans". We waited as we heard one of the men shout at them and bang on the back door of said
abandoned apartment building. We waited
ten,
twenty,
thirty,
fourty,
fifty minutes; until finally we heard them no more, and saw them
leave our
basement and go back next
door,
happy with themselves for finding some
poor and scared family to rob from, and
happy with themselves for getting some
money in their
pocket.
I wake up at 10 in the
morning, to the
sounds of mama checking off the list of things that were
stolen, most importantly, our 15-year-old
air conditioner which barely works anymore. The police never did show up, but mama did see
some guy loading our
possessions in a
pickup truck that was
parked in the
alley behind the two buildings and
drive away. He came back later in a black car to hang out with his friends in the
abandoned apartment building next door. And this is the
second time that our
basement storage room was
burgled.
Now this is
anger.............
Update: It's now 2:15pm, mama came home with the groceries, and went
downstairs to the
storage room on a hunch after seeing some men
loitering
outside in the
alley. She opened the
door and began to
scream and
cry, they had taken even more of our
possessions. I quickly walked down there and saw the huge hole they left of the
window, the same
window they had broken in through earlier today. I was looking for a 2x4, or something big that I could use as a
weapon. She mentioned that she saw them armed with
guns, but I think she said that simply to stop me from going out to the
alley. I walked back upstairs to my room to look out the
window and saw a black coupe '88-'94 with blue Michigan plates (too far to write down a number) pull away from the crack
building. If I was able to
run, I would have gone to the
street to try and catch a plate number.
FUCK!