April 19th, 2008

I live in a small town with no crime to speak of.

Sure I do. I heard this from a lot of people to explain why they were going to/had voted against the new police station that we need.


Initially, we got a press release saying it was a rape (tied up at knifepoint, no less) with a sketch and a statement that he wasn't believed to be targeting anyone else in town.

The followup? Charges against the woman for false report, prostitution and running an illegal massage business in her home (and not licensed to do massage) and charges against the guy for prostitution and robbery. So his charges are still more serious than hers.

Discussion on the town mailing list was initially oh, woe, scary, fear (also some of that in person), plus some rumor that she knew the guy and was maybe running a business in her own home. Then there was a flurry of, why would you report a rape when it wasn't? Along with some discussion about if the consent was contingent on pay, is it rape when payment doesn't happen, always a juicy and entertaining little philosophical point.

In any event, it looks like a perfect example of what happens when economic bad times hit and people are trying to figure out a way to make ends meet (running a business out of their home, perhaps in addition to whatever outside-the-home job they may have) and things don't go quite the way one might hope. R. remembers drug businesses sprouting up in the larger area (specifically, suburban areas like Pelham or thereabouts) during the last downturn (the dot bomb). He says there have, more recently, also been some grow houses. The power company kept trying to figure out why the substation was having trouble.

But you know, no crime to speak of. ;-)

I could ramble on a bit about the domestics that get reported in the police beat, but hey. That doesn't count at all. Not.