posted on Jan, 19 2015 @ 07:17 PM
My story about the drug task force in my area:
When the wife and I first got together and moved in, about 20 years ago, there were 2 guys that were running the task force. One local cop, one
liason to the greater task force in other towns. The stories about these two were pretty consistent and bad. Their habit of pulling various drug
dealers over and taking their stash (but not reporting it) were rampant. The area had a zero tolerance policy at the time, meaning you could go to
jail for having a baggy with a seed in it. But these guys were stealing all manner of drugs from locals.
They both "got caught" (they were investigated and disciplined). What happened? One of them entered witness protection. He was having some real
issues with one of the Cartels. His successor was found face down in a pile of coc aine, gun shot to the back of his head, in a small farm
storage shack out near Marfa.
The other guy was demoted (and has since moved back up the chain to the second in command) and put through drug treatment. At the same time, he moved
in with the girlfriend he had been seeing after his wife kicked him out. So they lived across the street from us once he got out of treatment.
I asked a friend who was a cop why he didn't get arrested, and was told that drug cops were expected to end up with a habit, and exploiting the drug
using crowd. It was acceptable.
On a semirelated note: about the same time, a cop I went to high school with was busted selling steroids to the rest of the cops in the department.