On December 16, approximately 10 A.M., my home was burglarized. Weapons, ammunition, jewelry, etc., was taken and my entire home was ransacked, including my 3 year old son's belongings! Any home owner that has ever had anything like this happen to them can sympathize with me, and how "raped" I feel.
I returned home from working a full-time job, with son in tow, only to find this awful mess. I immediately tried to call the police, but couldn't because the phone line was dead, and I didn't know why. I felt in danger, so I immediately grabbed my son and went to my parent's house. From there, I called 911, and then waited 45 minutes for them to get to my house.
A deputy from the Orangeburg County Sheriff's Department finally arrived on the scene, with me standing in my front yard, where I had been standing for nearly the entire length of time from the initial 911 call. He asked me if I had touched anything, and I told him that I picked up the phone to try and dial 911, and that I had not touched anything else.
He was bewildered that I had actually gone into the house, but what I tried to explain to him, was that I couldn't see much because it was dark out, and I just couldn't see that the glass in the window was shattered. Before he entered the house, he walked over to where my phone lines are and showed me that they had been cut, giving me the heads up on why I couldn't dial them from my phone. Apparently the theives had done this a time or two before, but I didn't even have an alarm system at that time, so that was wasted time and energy.
Moving right along, I will just jump to the parts that left me somewhat dumbfounded instead of dragging the whole soap opera out.
While the deputy was looking around inside, I found footprints in the dirt just outside my back door. I told the deputy about them, and he didn't even give them a glance.
Inside the house, I found WHOLE handprints on the mirror on my dresser in my bedroom. He shrugged his shoulders when I pointed this out to him! He insisted on dusting a perfume bottle that was left on the edge of the garden tub. There were fingerprints on the bottle, alright... DUH!!! My fingerprints, needless to say.
My daily journal was taken ever so neatly out of the bedside table drawer and placed on the pillow on the bed. I brought it to his attention, and he said, "Don't need that. You can put that away." WHAT? Ok...
We had to wait for another deputy to arrive because my "knight in shining armour" didn't have a complete dusting kit. He needed some tools and had to call someone to bring them to him. Ok, that's halfway understandable. During our 2 hour wait, we talked about who it could have been. After he is seemingly bored with our conversation, he asked me if I had cable or sattelite. I told him that I didn't watch much TV, and so I just use network TV, and he replied, "Damn, I'm missing a show I wanted to see on BET."
Maybe it's also a good time to mention that he seemed to thoroughly enjoy describing an explicit sex scene in a Hally Berry movie he had just seen days before. Yeah, this had worlds to do with my home being burglarized.
I was actually relieved to see him go. He hadn't made me feel any better, nor had he done ANY good, as far as I could see.
A week or so later, my fiance' and his brother decided to go into the woods behind my house and do some further investigation, since Orangeburg County didn't think that I was important enough. There they found the towel that my fiance's rifle was wrapped in. As soon as they found it, they called me, and I called Orangeburg County and told them to meet me there.
The deputy that arrived walked into the woods with us, and we pointed out the towel (oh and three socks that had apparently been used as makeshift gloves). We were very careful not to touch anything because, well, it just seemed like the smart thing not to do. The deputy picked it up with his hands, shook it out, folded it half way, and put it back down on the ground.
We asked him if he was going to take it, and he said no, that we could take it back to the house if we wanted to. We just looked at each other in astonishment. When we wanted to walk further, the deputy stopped and wouldn't go any further with us. He said that he was headed back to his car. He had no idea if we had anything else to show him or not, he was trying to keep those pretty pattened leather shoes nice and clean.
There is another whole story behind this saga, believe it or not. You see, my fiance' and I know who did it. No, we didn't see them do it, but it is blatantly clear who it is. I'll be writing another entry about who it was, and tell you all about them, who they are, where they live, and what we know about them. I'm splitting the stories up, because I have 2 separate complaints about the Orangeburg County Sheriff's Department and Sheriff Larry Williams.
This story shows you how much Orangeburg County and their Sheriff's Department thinks of their citizens as a whole. The next one will definately make you think twice about living in Eutawville, SC, on the lake. Yeah, sounds nice...
Suzanne
Eutawville, South Carolina
U.S.A.
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