Funny thing, when I moved into a house in the honest to god hood in Georgia, there were a couple of 'neighbors' watching me moving all the stuff from the U-Haul. When I was done, I took a shower, threw on shorts and a tee shirt, and went outside. It was December and roughly 30 degrees. I was used to being in the actual cold having come from Kansas in the middle of a blizzard so it wasn't bad. I sat on the steps with a 1980's Sanyo boombox, blared some Dimmu Borgir and started to clean these matching .45's I got in Iraq. Took my time. After about an hour and a bunch of talking that I couldn't understand, they left. No one ever fucked with me or my wife and we were there for a year. My wife did pull a gun on some hoodrat at the corner store once though...
I think what I'm trying to say is if people think you're bat shit crazy, it's a little less likely they'll fuck with your stuff. Sorry for your loss, man. If you have insurance, get the police report and file that shit. I'm sure people on here have what you lost and may just be willing to part ways with it.