WHEN DRUG WAR NO-KNOCKED ON MY DOOR

Re: "Drug war orphans just collateral damage," Letters, May 29.

A number of years ago, I was a victim of a situation described in the
article by Jimmy Green. I was sitting on the floor in front of the
door working on an art project. My daughter, an honor high school
student, was sitting upstairs studying. Only the two of us had lived
in the residence for a number of years.

In less than 60 seconds, a ram came through the door, and I was on
the floor with a foot behind my head as it was ground into the floor
with a gun pointed and touching my skull. I heard the officer, five
feet away, with a gun pointed up the stairwell, command that anyone
upstairs had three seconds to come down before he opened fire. I
heard my daughter descend the stairwell in three steps.

I begged that the looting officers please leave enough money for my
daughter to eat lunch at school the next day. Of course they refused.

I also witnessed the officers engage in a coin toss as to whether
they were going to seize personal clothing, a number of books and the
like. We lost the toss.

A year later the case was thrown out of court because law enforcement
had destroyed my life with a search warrant with the address of the
house next door. Regarding my daughter and my complaint concerning
the "coin toss," we were unable to identify the individuals for all
the officers had their identity hidden behind black masks and kept
their heads covered at all times.

Thank you for allowing me to vent another view.

DEBBY MOORE, Wichita, Kan.