Living between Fletcher and Victor streets and Cleveland Avenue, you would think you are living in hell.
The language yelled and screamed is completely horrible. It details how many ways you can die. The violence never stops.It's perpetual.
And yet they come back for more.
You say to yourself, there's going to be gunplay, somebody's going to die. And what happens? Yes, confirmed gunshots.
In this country you grow up with a crazy tradition of New Year's-a little bit of noise. But nothing could prepare you for this street from hell.
They have no shame and they don't even hide it. On New Year's there were explosions, possible gunshots, and screaming beyond your wildest dreams that seemed to come from hundreds of people. Yes, they're bold and arrogant, it was unnerving that so many of these types of people revealed themselves at once. It was like from a horror movie. One you wish would end 20 minutes after this exhibition of selfishness and drunken disorder.
I heard packs of police cars, I think two at a time. A few minutes later, another couple police cars sirens screaming.
And then a few minutes later even more police cars with their sirens full on arrive in this area. But this never stops here. Honestly, this moral bankruptcy continues endlessly.
Talking to other good tenants about this they say they are living in fear of it. Management says for us to call the police. I have called them so many times I know their names and phone numbers off by heart. I asked my fellow neighbours if they called. They say, "oh yes, we constantly phoned the police."
But it continues. Lives are destroyed and good people witness it and live with great anxiety beyond your belief. I wish for you to hear this story in the hope something good can come out of this.
C. Adams Chilliwack