Boston Marathon Bombing Terrorism Police Bust Into Homes of Marijuana Growers

I’m Boston born and bred, with Bruins, Red Sox, and Irish Micky Ward posters all over my walls. And I hate, absolutely hate, what terrorists Dzhokhar Tsarnaev and his now-dead brother Tamerlan Tsarnaev did to kill and injure innocent people at the Boston Marathon. But what I also hate is that to catch these guys, the police and politicians declared a form of martial law and busted their way into my house in Watertown, Massachusetts, where I had my medical marijuana garden growing.

That’s right, when they were looking for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, they had 10,000 armed local, state, and federal agents move into my town like it was Baghdad or Vietnam, lock us down, and do a relentless house to house search.

Without search warrants, without due process—and if you dared to object you would be hauled off to jail—armed government officials at gunpoint ordered my wife and me out of our house, then stormed in.

There was no way I could do anything to take down my marijuana garden in time. We barely heard they were coming to search every house before they did it, and even if I had had enough warning, we were not allowed to leave our houses or be on the street, so there was no way I could have moved my marijuana plants and grow lights anywhere. The martial law-style manhunt for the terrorism “suspects” had imprisoned us in our houses, and we were trapped.

It was beyond frightening. Most of us in Watertown believed that the younger Tsarnaev was wounded and was either dead, dying, or had managed to flee the Boston area. Of course we wanted him caught, and of course we were glad the government was trying to catch him, but did we want to see our constitutional rights suspended so police could come into our homes and look at our entire lives?

We’re talking FBI, National Guard, State Police…outfitted SWAT teams with thermal helicopters, armored personnel carriers, and a vast array of other military hardware that looked to be straight out of a war zone.

When they came to my door, I told them we’d been indoors with all the doors and windows locked and no terrorist had come inside, but they screamed at us to put our hands up and “get the fuck out of there, now.”

As we came down the steps, they frisked us. My wife later told me that one of the men put his hands all over her in a way that resembled groping more than frisking.

We were terrified and terrorized, not just by the Tsarnaev brothers, but by our own government officials.

As the frenzied men thrashed and bashed inside our house, my wife and I held on to each other shaking in fear and praying that they wouldn’t arrest us for growing marijuana.

They didn’t, but only because, as the lead officer put it, “we have other things to do right now.” However he added, “We have to report all violations of law, just so you know.”

So when they finally cornered the terrorist younger Tsarnaev hiding in a boat a few blocks from my house, I cheered louder than anyone else, because it meant the police would be leaving my area and finally I could go outside without problems and get my marijuana plants to another location.

As of today, I haven’t been arrested, but we’re living in fear every moment. Even though the medical marijuana plants and all traces of marijuana are long gone, if the search police took pictures of my marijuana grow room, I have a feeling that’s all anyone needs to bust us.

Now that these two terrorist brothers have been neutralized, America may choose to figure out how and why Dzhokhar Tsarnaev and his dead brother Tamerlan Tsarnaev got guns and made bombs. We want to know how safe America is, or ever will be, from now on.

And we also should talk about what happens to our marijuana grow room security when the government decides to suspend the fourth amendment to the constitution:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

For me, the scary show of raw power from the police agencies made me realize I have to seriously consider moving to Colorado or a more friendly state where I would not have to live in fear because I grow marijuana. I hope we never have to go through something so terrifying again.

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