Monday, March 7, 2016

Eye of the Needle

 Suddenly we are told that there is a massive scale heroin problem. Well when the media says it and Politicians tell you it is so, then it must be true!  Where have we heard that before? Hmm remember the 80s and the "crack epidemic?"  Or the "meth problem" of the 90s that led to bizarre rules and laws governing the purchase of over the counter cold medications and the stories about meth labs endangering communities?  Well today it is the smack, and booze, and sex and anything else our moral proselytizers have decided is a problem.

Well when drug problems are about "poor" people and those poor people are primarily of color we get mass incarceration, stop drop frisk and roll, and massive PSA's that announce there is a super predator, the school to prison pipeline and the reality that a President's wife knows more about the social and of course moral issues of the community that they have never lived in let alone set foot in as the issue du jour.  Yes that applies to both Hilary Clinton and the now dead Nancy Reagan to demonstrate that it came from both ends of the political spectrum.

This article discusses the public view of heroin.  Then we have the idea that the new epidemic is a scourge on cities that we are in desperate need of reform, drug treatment and of course understanding, and well white lives matter!  White people and heroin

This is why now suddenly as this article in the Atlantic discusses how heroin is a public health crisis versus a criminal one.  And with it comes a mythology about heroin that frankly is just that a myth.

I was laughing the other day as I was speaking to a young black man that I knew maybe one black heroin addict in my lifetime - Jimi Hendrix.  Well aside from counting the rings and checking how old I am, I did know of two others - Billie Holliday and Miles Davis - proving that I hip to that jive. In all honesty I never heard of heroin addicts being other than white people and largely confined to the entertainment industry. Anyone else was on the fringes and were seedy people who ended up dead in doorways.  Well that much has not frankly changed.  What has is that more doors and more people are being used.

I came home to hear on our local news that most of the public restrooms in Starbucks, libraries, etc are now defined as health hazards with  a need for special disposal and cleaning units to clean drains to ensure the our public safety.  See how now it is for the well being of "society" and public health versus the idea that a kid smoking a spliff 200 yards from a school was a "super predator."

And as the debate over Marijuana has changed with now Potreprenuers opening up legal pot shops and bakers writing cook books to find ways to cook with the dope versus being one for smoking it, it has changed the drug industry.  Now what was once imported by the raping criminals who were are climbing walls, building tunnels or being human mules, has now been replaced with heroin, cheaper, stronger and more available to the masses.

Heroin is now like Starbucks, available on every corner and with enough options and prices that you can get that right out front, pick up your latte and inject it in the bathroom that the beleaguered employees that also handle your food and drink, clean as a part of their wonderful job description, that includes all the other issues and problems that I have written about in other posts regarding Starbucks.  And as it is a home grown company it is almost a theme!

Meanwhile the black aka poor aka still criminals are being inundated with the cheaper and new "mo better" (keeping in real here in the hood!) with a new high - synthetic marijuana.  I doubt we will see Politicians and sad families or newly named groups called SAM's or whatever to replace the mad mommies on the news expressing their sadness and demands for care and treatment in the same way that Phillip Seymour Hoffman's did after his death.  No, they will get more cops, cameras and arrests.  Two colors two different treatment plans.  


When Addiction Has a White Face

WHEN crack hit America in the mid-1980s, for African-Americans, to borrow from Ta-Nehisi Coates, civilization fell. Crack embodied instant and fatal addiction; we saw endless images of thin, ravaged bodies, always black, as though from a famined land. And always those desperate, cracked lips. Our hearts broke learning the words “crack baby.”

But mostly, crack meant shocking violence, terrifying gangs and hollowed-out inner cities. For those living in crack-plagued areas, the devastation was all too real. Children learned which ways home were safe and which gang to join to avoid beatings, or worse.

Even for those of us African-Americans living at a relatively safe distance, there were soul-deadening costs. City centers, and by extension black neighborhoods, were seen in the national imagination as lawless landscapes. We were warned of a new wave of “super predators,” young, faceless black men wearing bandannas and sagging jeans. The addicted, those who preyed on them and those caught by class, geography and especially race were swept together. At the edges of my 12-year-old mind was the ominous sense that no matter how far crack was from my actual life, I was somehow associated with the scourge. again, African-Americans were cast as pathological, an indistinguishable and unsympathetic mass.

The plight of Black America was evidence of its collective moral failure — of welfare mothers and rock-slinging thugs — and a reason to cut off all help. Blacks would just have to pull themselves out of the crack epidemic. Until then, the only answer lay in cordoning off the wreckage with militarized policing. The dormant carrier of this ill-defined disease, harboring a mix of criminality and violence, was the young black male. By my high school years there was no doubting the danger strangers saw radiating off me.

When I was in college in the early 1990s, my short dreadlocks meant older women would cross the street to avoid me. Thirty years later, America is again seeing an epidemic of drug addiction, particularly heroin. The surge is so great that for the first time in generations, mortality among young white adults has risen. But the national attitude toward drug addiction is utterly different.

 Even Republican presidential candidates are eschewing the perennial tough-on-drugs speeches and opening up about struggles within their own families.More important, police chiefs in the cities most affected by heroin are responding not by invoking military metaphors, weapons and tactics but by ensuring that police officers save lives and get people into rehab.

As one former narcotics officer described his change of heart on addiction, “These are people and they have a purpose in life and we can’t as law enforcement look at them any other way.” In his inability to name the change that allowed this epiphany, his words also capture our cringe-worthy self-denial. Suddenly, police officers understand crime as a sign of underlying addiction requiring coordinated assistance, rather than a scourge to be eradicated.

It is hard to describe the bittersweet sting that many African-Americans feel witnessing this national embrace of addicts. It is heartening to see the eclipse of the generations-long failed war on drugs. But black Americans are also knowingly weary and embittered by the absence of such enlightened thinking when those in our own families were similarly wounded.

When the face of addiction had dark skin, this nation’s police did not see sons and daughters, sister and brothers. They saw “brothas,” young thugs to be locked up, rather than “people with a purpose in life.”To be clear, no one laments the violence that the “crack bomb” set off in inner cities more than African-Americans.

 But while shootings, beatings and robberies cannot be tolerated anywhere, the heroin epidemic shows that how we respond to the crimes accompanying addiction depends on how much we care about the victims of crime and those in the grip of addiction. White heroin addicts get overdose treatment, rehabilitation and reincorporation, a system that will be there for them again and again and again. Black drug users got jail cells and “Just Say No.”


It would be cruel and perverse to seek equal abandonment of those now struggling with addiction as payback for the failures of the ’80s. Nor do I write in mere hopes of inducing cheap racial guilt. The hope, however vain, is that we learn from our meanest moments.
Even today, as black communities face pressing problems of addiction and chronic unemployment and the discrimination in hiring that helps to perpetuate it, many are dedicated to ignoring racial prejudice. Faced with searing examples of unconscionable police violence against unarmed black men, of concocted justifications laid bare by video, too many still speak of isolated cases and overblown racial hysteria. With condescending finger-wagging, others recite the deplorable statistics of violence within poor minority neighborhoods as though racist policing were an antidote or excuse.

Both responses ignore that each spectacular moment of unjustified police violence represents countless instances of institutionalized racial control across generations.
No sane community faced with addiction and crime would invite or acquiesce to brutal policing as their fate, and no moral community would impose it as a primary response. We do not have to wait until a problem has a white face to answer with humanity.

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