Living in a small town such as Logan allows you to experience life at a slower pace, fewer crowds, less crime, a lower cost of living, less traffic and pollution and a close-knit community.
In the time that I have lived in my home, I have witnessed illegal drug trafficking and the lookouts for the drug activity around the entire block and up and down the street. I am not an illegal drug user or a drug dealer nor am I willing to accommodate the user or the seller in their illegal activity.
I have spoken with the Logan Police Department on several occasions. They have listened to my concerns and have made themselves a visible presence in my neighborhood. I have also attended a city council meeting to voice my concerns and to inform the council of attempts made towards myself of harassment and intimidation by the people around me who are involved in illegal drugs.
Currently, the tension between African Americans and law enforcement is more than explosive. While we experienced lynching during the time of slavery, we are still subjected to and witnessing modern day lynching. The only difference is that instead of seeing images of our ancestors be lynched on a postcard, we see real-time, video coverage of loved ones being gunned down. I have had family members and friends killed by officers and still, I choose to work with our local police department, not against them. Not all police officers are prejudice or trigger happy.
While the statistics for drug overdosing is a high among African Americans and Spanish Americans, more White Americans are dying from drug overdoses than any other race. Simply put, drug trafficking is another form of slavery. We have traded one set of shackles for another set of chains and bondage. While drug trafficking exists, we all wear the hangman’s noose. If we do not support our local police department in their efforts to stop drug trafficking, we’re just as guilty as the dealer and their crimes become our crimes.
I am for Logan, Ohio.