Living in a small town should be delightful. Less crime, a tighter sense of community and a comfortable respite from the over-crowding of big cities. Unfortunately, French Lick, Indiana is not that and not what I thought it would be.
My wife an I moved to French Lick due to Military obligations, in the winter of 2016 after ten years in Indianapolis’ inner-city. We were expecting to get away from the issues that come with living in an urban environment, like drug trafficking, gang-related violence and all of the petty crimes. Downtown Indianapolis wasn’t a hot-bed of gang violence, it had some but it did have it’s share of petty crime, to include, theft, burglary and domestic disputes almost every night. In all of our time in Indianapolis, we only called the police twice and that was for suspicious cars parked on the block. When the Indiana National Guard promoted me and stationed me in Jasper, Indiana, we thought we’d find a small community, grow some roots and start a family. Boy, were we wrong.
Eighteen months after moving into our new city and establishing ourselves as productive people in the community, our world changed. Directly across the street in, what had previously been a rental property, a family of degenerate dirt bags moved in and no one’s sure how. One day there are “renters” quietly living in the home and the next a multi-racial, multi-generational family moved in with no discernable leader amongst them and providing no value to our adopted city. I immediately contacted my friends that are local realtors to find out how this could happen. The house was never officially put on the market so how did this “family” get the inside track? No one can explain to me how this happened. I spoke to the local police department. Nothing. I spoke to the local town hall and they acted surprised that this had happened, however, they did know the family and this is how we found out that we are, now, screwed.
Some time before we moved to the little community of French Lick, the local police gunned down one of this families “uncles”. Shot him dead in the street which, of course, upset the family. I can’t imagine why, because from all the reports the uncle was resisting and threatening, either way the family vowed to get revenge. They have, of course, not gotten revenge but because of this situation the local police are “apprehensive” to confront this family. ANNND that’s just magical. I suppose, by being a scourge of humanity, they have gotten revenge on the police and the entire city.
I say all of that to get to last night. The police were called several times and I didn’t even pick up the phone. Someone else was calling the police because the family was sitting on the front porch blasting music and carrying on like it was Mardi Gras, which isn’t a huge problem except the fact that it was midnight, on a Wednesday in a small town in Southern Indiana. The police finally stopped and spoke to the family and after a fifteen minute discussion, which I couldn’t hear because I was watching from inside my home, a few feet away, the police drove away. During that fifteen minutes a young lady wearing a very skimpy outfit approached the cruiser and talked to the officer as she leaned quite invitingly into the vehicle. From my angle it appeared as if she was offering the officer a “hand” but I can’t confirm that so I may have to delete that part later. Nevertheless, after speaking to the neighbors, this morning, it took five phone calls over a four hour period before the police would do anything about this family, which is unacceptable.
The sad part is that last nights debacle was minor compared to some of the other calls to the police because of this family and to some of the things my wife and I have seen. A short list would include; an unconscious body being carried into the home the morning of Christmas Eve, fist fights in the street directly in front of our home on several occasion, scantly clad teenage girls dancing to loud music at midnight, suspected drug deals at all hours and drugs and alcohol being consumed in broad daylight by young people that may or may not be legal drinking age. On each occasion the police were called or showed up on their own accord and on each occasion zero arrests were made and in one instance, high-fives were given to the family by the police. What the fuck? I call the police for a disturbance, the police arrived and start high-fiving the very same people that played NWA’s infamous song, “Fuck The Police” as the police pulled up. This city is pathetic!
I’m supposed to be slipping into retirement from the Army and starting a new career, while my wife continues her climb through the ranks of the nearby resort. We’re supposed to be starting a family but instead we’re dealing with a bunch of trash that no one will do anything about. I feel like my only option at this point is to call them out on my own, get physically injured by them and then, maybe, just maybe, enough attention will be churned up that the city will have to make a move. Unfortunately, I’m to old for that sort of behavior so if it comes to that, it’s really going to hurt.
It’s a ticking time-bomb and everyone is turning a blind eye. I’ve written this post to capture this time in our lives so that when the bomb goes off, there will be proof that people were warned and chose to do nothing.