Yep, that's your modern militarized police force in action, having just tossed a flash bang grenade into a toddler's crib. The mother's statement, published in Salon (6/24.14), gives further details:
I could see a singed crib. And I could see a pool of blood. The officers yelled at me to calm down and told me my son was fine, that he’d just lost a tooth. It was only hours later when they finally let us drive to the hospital that we found out Bou Bou was in the intensive burn unit and that he’d been placed into a medically induced coma.
The victims were the Phonesavanh family who had recently lost their home in a fire and made the mistake of seeking shelter in a place the police
needed to attack (yes, I'm using that word deliberately) in the All Holy War on Drugs.
I'm no fool, and I don't think any of you are either. The police are doing this because THEY CAN. The point of the exercise of power is ... the exercise of power. And it's no accident that the victims of this crime (and I use that word deliberately also) are poor, homeless and, most importantly, not white.
I know police, I used to work with them and I have cross-examined them on the stand. Some officers are conscientious and some are not. But the heady power of police militarization has a tendency to turn even the best officer into someone who abuses power. (See Experiment, Milgram):
Ordinary people, simply doing their jobs, and without any particular hostility on their part, can become agents in a terrible destructive process. Moreover, even when the destructive effects of their work become patently clear, and they are asked to carry out actions incompatible with fundamental standards of morality, relatively few people have the resources needed to resist authority.
How much more so this is when the courts have issued a warrant, the suspect is a "bad guy" and one is armed and armored as if going into a war zone.