Article: 18934 of alt.drugs
From: jprice@eecs.cs.pdx.edu (James Price)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: Re: Freedom
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Date: 21 Jan 92 16:55:24 GMT
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In article <178@esquire.dpw.com), cmeyer@prd1.dpw.com (Chris Camargo Meyer (Fax Department)) writes:
) 
)      I didn't even know that alt.drugs existed until I spotted it while
) flipping through the computer.  And it pissed me off.  Yes, what is going
) to follow is a flame of this whole newsgroup.
)  My brother was a cop
) for three years.  He was killed in the line of duty by a fucking junkie
) punk.  That was quite a while ago.  I have never excused it. 

   The War On Drugs is appropriately named -- it is just that, a war. 
In all wars, "good" soldiers die, "enemies" die, and innocents die.
We've all heard the stories of the good soldier who died in action,
here's a true story from the perspective of an "enemey" on the front lines.
Let me tell you about my childhood, bub. <Tale-of-Woe_ON>

   One day I was watching cartoons afterschool and there was a very loud
sound at the door. The door burst open, smashed clear of the hinges, and fell
to the ground. Men with guns rushed in, pointed them at me, and my family.
Our dog rushed past me, running towards the men, making a valiant
effort to protect his family. I remember there was a very loud BANG,
and seeing him blown literally to pieces before my eyes. Immediately
afterwards, I felt something hit me so hard I was knocked to the floor,
covered in blood - I thought I had been shot too. It turned out that
chuncks of his bone and flesh had impacted me at such a high velocity 
that they broke the skin, although the blood I was soaked in was his.
I saw the same cop who had just shot the dog hold the same weapon to
my father's head, taunting him. The enormous officer, a fat, piglike
man, said these exact words to him:
  "Flinch, motherfucker, FLINCH! Give me one tiny fuckin reason to blow you!"
It was then that my little sister wet her pants. The cop laughed at her,
apparently sensed a theme, and applied his combat boot so swiftly and
hard to my father's groin that he collapsed onto the floor, vomitting,
having taken a kick that would leave him sterile the rest of his life.
After these modern-day crusaders ransacked our home, they were able
to produce the teeniest, tiniest piece of marijuana conceivable. A
crumb of pot, weighing less than 0.1 GRAMS, far smaller and lighter
than a copper penny. As it turned out they had acted on the anonymous
tip of a neighbor, who later actually came over and apologised for
telling, after witnessing the brutality we endured.

   Then there was the day that my father, a simple, gentle man, was
lured into a back alley uder the pretense of buying a $10 bag of
marijuana. As it turned out, the "dealers" were simply intent upon
robbing him, they had no narcotics in their possesion. Its somewhat
unclear what transpired but we do know that my father was 
blown virtually in half by a sawed-off shotgun, his wasted body
discarded amoung the trash in a nearby dumpster. The assailants,
it later turned out, were trying to steal enough money to buy themselves
narcotics at inflated black market prices......

 <Tale-of_Woe_OFF>

) I have the
) greatest respect for police officers.  I hate yuppies.  I hate college kids
) who think that they know how the whole system works and feel free to
) criticise it from their nice upper middle class homes.  

   My friend, hate is a poison to the soul. You must come to accept the
dark poetry, to embrace and transcend the hate. If you think all college
kids come from nice white wealthy homes, get a clue. Ask my mother, how
easy it was to raise two children on her own. Food stamps don't pay much
college tuition, free cheese don't buy many textbooks...

)   See everyone close to you get killed or raped by these shits.  Then
) come back to this post and read your own postings.   The end.

   I never intended to tell my tale of woe here; we all live with our
pasts, making peace as best as possible. But I felt your challenge
needed to be answered... Perhaps if these drugs, so ubiquitous,
freely available on any streetcorner at outlaw prices, were legal,
maybe there would be an end to casaulties in this unjust, endless war.
This useless, needless bloodletting claims many lives every day, and
those who are left holding the pieces are forever changed by the
skirmishes being fought in their own homes. Take away the black market,
take away the black market prices, channel the revenues into forms
of prevention and treatment of abuse, and this can all end. Its so 
very sad that the only "solution" most people knee-jerk is to add
more troops, more ammo, more "get tough" attitide to this already
out-of-control War.....

James
 jprice          The reactions and behavior of those who try to control 
   @         alcohol-drug using/abusing people create MORE damage to society,
jove.cs      relationships and children than the users themselves.
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