With a loud, forceful crash, a contingent of officers from the Wichita Police Department and the Sedgwick County (Kan.) Sheriff’s Office kicked the door in and yelled, “Police! Everybody down!’' I was the eighth or ninth person of our search-warrant party to enter the cluttered living room of this known crack house. It was 11 p.m.
Throughout the evening, the police had observed drug buys at the address and waited for the right time to enter and begin their search for the valuable, but deadly, crack cocaine being produced by the tenants of this dark and trash-strewn home.
A version of this article appeared in the April 01, 1994 edition of Teacher as Voices: ‘I Can Write My Name!’