I'm a black doctor. My neighbors called the cops on me for listening to Biggie.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/my-white-neighbors-called-the-cops-on-me-for-listening-to-hip-hop/2018/05/28/54930d04-4fbe-11e8-af46-b1d6dc0d9bfe_story.html?utm_term=.90575aa93773Knock knock.
Who could that be? I wondered. It was such an aggressive knock — definitely not friendly — that I froze. I finally stood up and walked to the door. I opened it with purpose, ready to confront the person on the other side.
He said: “Your neighbors called the police for a disturbance.”
It was 3 p.m. on a Saturday last fall.
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Then came the knocks.
On my doorstep was a man with a gun; it was a police officer. He spoke abruptly and was frightening.
“Is someone else in here?” he said. His hand was near his hip, close to the gun in its holster.
“No, I’m alone,” I blurted, startled.
“I need to see your identification.”
“Why? I live here.” I felt bullied in my own apartment.
“I have to report this incident, and I need your identification.”
Feeling helpless, I reluctantly turned and walked to get the license out of my wallet. I handed it to him. “So what happens now?” I asked, deflated.
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in my theater room. If I lived in an apartment, I could NEVER use them at full functionality. They will go down to 15hz. (when parts of a movie go down that low, we "feel" it rather than hearing it)
I am lucky that my nearest neighbor is 200 ft away from me and my theater room is well insulated for sound.
Bought in 1985, made in Japan.
Used to shove 'em up the chimney to keep the cult living above me on their toes!
They still work JUST FINE today!
Rock on! 
it was summer, so the sun was still very high in the sky when the neighborhood's 6 PM noise ordinance went into effect, and we were still plowing ahead on the project. We were using some power tools, circular saws and the like, which made a few seconds of loud noise every few minutes. At about 6:15 a cop came by and told us they had received a noise complaint.
The cop a) didn't have his hand anywhere near his gun, b) didn't ask anyone for identification, and c) didn't even bother to ask who we were or what we were doing or whether we had a right to be there.
He delivered that message, we said "oh, sorry, lost track of time, we'll stop right now" and he turned around and walked away before he had made it half-way down the drive way. And this from a suburban police department so bored they set up traffic-stop traps for people who roll through stop signs in this neighborhood.
And that wasn't the first time my relative had run afoul of that noise rule during his remodel, but that didn't make the cop any more aggressive than a kitten.
Is it relevant that every person the cop saw on my relative's property that day was a white male? 
This hand-wringing about the OP post's anecdote declaiming that we don't know all the details of this particular situation ignores the relevant point the anecdote alludes to -- cops (and non-cops) do not react to the presence of black bodies the same way they react to the presence of white bodies. This phenomenon is well documented. This story doesn't prove the phenomenon, that is done elsewhere in a broad swath of social science literature, but it does provide a personalized illustration of it.
A normal conversation goes from 40-60 dB. Normal TV volume is 60 dB.
For condos and apartments, the property line is often interpreted as being just inside the wallpaper.
The logical conclusion here is that no one living in an apartment may use a TV and all talking must be in quiet tones only during the day and near whisper at night.
OTOH, a standard "cop knock" probably violates the law. 
(assuming that's why you're ginger 
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Again, we don't know that they haven't tried to talk things out in the past and been ignored. And we don't know anything about the relationship between the woman and her neighbours (or their relationship with past tenants who they may not have been aware moved out). And we don't know what her response would have been to a neighbour knocking on the door. She might have told them to "fuck off I'm a doctor and I'll celebrate if I want to".
We tried talking to our country music loving neighbor, multiple times, and his attitude was "it's my property and I'll do what I want". There was no getting through to him. And at a certain point, it stops being my job to make my neighbor obey the law. I don't have the tools for that - but fortunately I pay taxes so that someone else does.
I had about the same amount of luck with a neighbour I shared a balcony with who liked to use my potted herbs as his ash tray. Rude oblivious people tend to remain rude oblivious people even when you bat your eyelashes and say pretty please.
I also called the cops on some neighbours I suspect were dealers who locked their dog in an abandoned van all night every weekend resulting in hours and hours and hours of having to listen to the dog's high pitched distress yelping and howling. As a single woman living alone, it's not my job to bang on the door of a house where motorcycle gang members live and tell them to stop abusing their dog.
I know another case where a Muslim family was living next to a group of young construction workers who would sit on their balcony and throw beer and used underwear at the 18 year old daughter as she tried to walk up the shared driveway to her house which went under their balcony. They would have raves all weekend every weekend until three am, puke on the neighbours driveway, throw beer bottles at their house, etc. It's not that family's job to confront a pack of people who have no respect for them.
It's not about having guts or not. It's about judging whether or not you, on your own, are going to be able to get the point across in that particular situation. And there are lots of situations where perfectly "gutsy" people are not realistically going to be able to make any headway on their own. Nor should they be expected to. That's why we have cops in the first place.
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I've lived in apartment complexes and buildings for decades, and there were many loud parties, and people played music i didn't like (I do like PPM . I called the police once in 30 years-- when I got home and my front door was broken in.
I would never call the police on a neighbor unless there was some abuse. Police aren't supposed to deal with neighbor disputes.
And playing your music on Saturday afternoon? Huh? You should meet MY neighbor, who -- I swear- whenever I go to sit on the porch and enjoy the day, pulls out the lawnmower and mows her lawn, the part closest to my porch. She is doing this just because she hates me, I'm pretty sure.
Hey, maybe I should call the police on her! "She's mowing her lawn on Saturday afternoon!!!!!"
