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News (Media Awareness Project) - US CA: A Madness Called Meth, Chapter Nine B
Title:US CA: A Madness Called Meth, Chapter Nine B
Published On:2000-10-08
Source:Fresno Bee, The (CA)
Fetched On:2008-09-03 06:16:52
A Madness Called Meth: Chapter Nine B

A HOMESTEAD IN RUINS

Meth Lab Explosion Stuns Unsuspecting Farmer

Raymond Ferreira, a second-generation dairy farmer now in retirement, was
watching television one November Sunday in 1999 when the propane tank
deliveryman stopped to tell him that his old homestead, a few miles away,
was on fire.

Ferreira rushed over and turned a garden hose on the blaze until the
chemical-laced smoke choked the air from his lungs. Unable to breathe, he
ran to the road and waited for firefighters.

Bob Pennal, supervisor of the newest High Intensity Drug Trafficking Area
in the United States, was driving up Highway 99 in his black Gran Prix, one
of the perks of a 14-year career spent chasing down the country's largest
meth super labs. The Fresno Methamphetamine Task Force had been busy that
day. It had already busted three meth labs when the radio squawked that
there was an explosion on a secluded road. Pennal had a gut feeling. He
turned west, toward the cornfields and dairy farms.

Milkers hired by the farmer who had rented Ferreira's family homestead were
doing a "pill wash" during the meth cooking process when the propane flame
ignited with the fumes and blew off the back wall.

The lab count was up to four.

"I was born two and a half miles down that road. We moved here in 1947,"
Ferreira says, pointing to the house where his dad and mom first lived.
After high school, he started a dairy farm on other acreage but moved back
when he married in 1955 and built a house next door to his parents. In the
late 1960s, his father had bought the house from the Oakland Naval Base and
shipped it to Stockton on a barge.

"That's redwood," says Ferreira proudly as he knocked on the old naval house.

But the homestead, Christmas lights still hanging on the side, is now a
scorched shell with broken windows, a roof open to the sky and no back wall.

Industrial-size meth manufacturing has brought toxic explosions to
California's breadbasket and chemicals used to make the drug are dumped
into rivers, irrigation canals and on the nation's richest farmland.

When farmers in the Livingston-Delhi area of Merced County meet for coffee
at a local restaurant, Ferreira says, they often talk about meth labs, not
dairy prices

Yet despite all the talk, Ferreira was shocked to find a lab on his
property. The milkers paid their rent in cash and on time. He often drove
by at night on his way home and never saw anything suspicious.

It's exactly the scenario meth cookers depend on: the smell of manure hides
the smell of chemicals. While farmers sleep, the cooks cook. In the back
bedroom facing the cows and the chicken coop, they had used a propane
cooker that ignited with airborne chemicals. The cookers were armed with
four guns, three of them loaded. They fled after the explosion, but
Pennal's men arrested them the next day and found another lab they were
operating in a farmhouse hidden in cornfields a few miles away.

"I've seen things there I've never seen in my life. I could not believe
it," Ferreira says. And his late father? "He'd go out of his mind."

Ferreira, who is 66 and still mows his grass with a push mower, is trying
to clean up the mess. To date, he's spent only $1,100 for chemical testing
on the house, but the bids to rebuild it are about $60,000. He hopes his
insurance will pay. He's frustrated with how long it's taking to get repair
work under way.

While he waits, the house sits empty, an invitation to scavengers.

Chapter 10, http://www.mapinc.org/drugnews/v00/n1504/a03.html
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