It goes back over twenty years. We came home one day and saw a kid run from behind the house and go into the house directly across the street. The back door was damaged from him trying to pry it open. We called the police. A cop went to that house and took him away. I had told the cop "He's just a kid. Maybe we should let him go." The cop said, "That's not how you handle these things." He couldn't do more than take him off and lecture him. But he went back the next day and walked the kid around, lecturing him and threatening him. His mishandling of it made the kid bent on revenge.
For at least twenty years he and his friends were vandals and every time a cop came in the neighborhood I got the blame. They loosened the lugs on my truck, to name one of the more malicious acts. They waited until we were in bed and pounded on the door with some metallic object a dozen times.
In all this time I remained passive. Never said a word to or about them. Then the police raided a neighbor's house. They spent three or four days investigating and hauling away stolen goods. The kid - grown up by now - had poisoned the people's minds against me by spreading his lies over that twenty year span. I was blamed for siccing the cops on the neighbor. Since then the vandalism and bad will has escalated.
I could write many paragraphs about how they try to bully me and how they vandalize the property. The thing about the vandalism, they don't steal anything or do the kind of damage that costs much to repair. But it's a daily thing. Was daily, until a couple of months ago. Some of the ringleaders must have moved to a different neighborhood or something. Except for the few who spread trash, much of it suddenly abated.