The mission I undertook for you in China was on the whole a big success. I have
to admit that our team was not able to meet the test you had originally set for
us: conducting a covert raid on a steroid factory that was supplying the
Chinese Olympic swimming team, so that we could parachute into Olympic stadium
during the opening ceremonies with the drug-master manacled between us, shaming
the Chinese and gaining a crucial bargaining advantage over them. Good idea,
though! When we got to the factory it seemed to have been hastily evacuated.
All we found was a little scrap of paper covered with Chinese writing. I have
just received a note from our CIA analysts indicating their best guess about
the contents of the writing. They cannot make out every word, but the part they
have interpreted says: "Please forward our mail to our new address: c/o
Women's Olympic Swimming Team, Central Pool, Dublin, Republic of Irel.....
Please wrap the 'special samples' careful...." That is all they could make out.
What do you think it could mean?
Despite this setback we had another and perhaps more significant success: we
may have found a way to end our war on drugs.
It was the mayor of Shanghai who did the honors. Following -- as always! --
your advice that we read at least one book of relevant history before going on
a foreign trip, and a second book of history during the long hours of the
flight (with a waiver for trips to Canada), I came prepared with some probing
questions for Hizzoner, the mayor of Shanghai. In 1939, I learned, there were
at least one million opium addicts in the city of Shanghai itself. What had
become of them? How could a city cope with such a social burden? The question
behind this question, when I posed it to the mayor, was evident even through
the veil of translation: with such a history of drug abuse, was it even
conceivable that the Olympic team would NOT use drugs?
The mayor's expression shifted from benign indifference to what I can only
call a smirk as he listened to the interpreter relay my question. He chuckled
to himself for a moment, then began an exchange with me.
Hizzoner: Ah, that is a very interesting question, honorable Forser.
Interesting indeed. Our fine city was, as you say, burdened with a million
addicts. It was a sad and decadent situation.
Forser: Yeah, yeah. [glance at watch]
H: You representatives of a young culture are so impatient! Wait until
your nation has been around for 5000 years! Heh-heh.
F: Your honor, our plane is waiting. . . .
H: My honorable Forser, how many addicts do you think are in our city
now?
F: Sir, I don't have the slightest idea. I give up. What's the answer?
H: I cannot tell you exactly . . .
F: A guess will do.
H: . . . but the total is now very, very small. You see, the Communists
of Chairman Mao's era may have had their excesses. We see now that our economy
will grow more rapidly if we take a more flexible approach. But whatever their
defects, the Communists knew how to cope with certain problems. Among these was
drugs. After the Long March and the Revolution, when the Communists took
control of our city, they decided to cope with the drug problem once and for
all. After taking power, they rounded up all the unfortunate opium addicts. You
know, opium has been a symbol of our ancient people's subjugation ever since
the perfidious British introduced it to our people in the 1800s?
F: Yeah, yeah. I read about it on the plane.
H: To save the addicts, and to save our proud nation from this shame,
the Communists offered every addict extensive help for one year. Treatment
facilities were opened. Counseling was available. Herbal treatments, even
acupuncture, were used to help people break this curse.
F: And so?
H: At the end of the year, many of our addicts had cured themselves.
Such celebration! The addicts' families welcomed their return. The degrading
opium dens were closed down. Some people, of course, were not as successful. And at
the end of the year . . .
F: Yes?
H: And at the end of the year, the addicts who had not been able to
break their addiction were shot. And since that time, my honorable and
well-connected visitor from a young and brash civilization, since that time,
our drug problem has been solved.
The lightbulb came on in my brain at that moment, Mr./Ms. President. With
their inscrutable, ancient wisdom, our Chinese hosts really had posed the
question for us: just how serious are we about dealing with drugs?
If we want to think in extremes, there are two polar-opposite paths to take in
our drug policy. One possibility would be to emulate the Chinese of the
pre-Communist era. Drug use was barely discouraged in those days. In fact --
even though the mayor of Shanghai was being tendentious in saying so -- it
seems to be historic truth that the British pushed opium like crazy, both to
build exports from their colonies in India and to make the Chinese population
more tractable. Opium use had its destructive side effects: emaciated coolies
bunked out in the seedy Terry and the Pirates atmosphere of opium dens.
But at least it didn't generate second-level damage. Opium was cheap, so
addicts didn't need to go on crime rampages to pay for it. The Chinese police,
if they existed, didn't spend their time tracking down dope-users and putting
them in jail.
The other extreme is the Shanghai policy. You're a drug user Mr. Wong? We'll
give you a year to rehabilitate yourself; if you don't, too bad: we'll execute
you.
May I suggest, Mr./Ms. President, that our nation is dangerously close to
having the worst of both drug-policy worlds? We've jacked up the penalties for
drug crimes until they're nearly at the Shanghai level -- but without the
saving grace of Shanghai's effectiveness.
Because Americans are worried that their children might start using drugs, and
that somebody else's children who already use drugs might steal from them, the
penalties for drug use have grown stiffer with every passing year.
Three-strikes-you're-out laws have spread from state to state. Judges
increasingly operate under "mandatory minimum" rules that force them to send
drug users away for years. As a result the fastest-growing sector of our
economy is prison-building. Some 1.6 million people are now in jail in the
United States. This is embarrassing: we have more people in jail than Russia
does, than China does, than any police-state does. As a proportion of our
population, twice as many Americans are in jail as a decade ago. (According to
the latest figures from your Justice Department, there are 600 people in jail
for every 100,000 Americans. In 1985, the rate was about 300 convicts per
100,000 people.) Prison-building is expensive: California, which leads the way
in all things, now spends more on prisons than on universities, despite the
fact that twenty-five years ago it spent about ten times as much on
universities as on prisons. It is not working: according to a recently released
federal drug survey, drug use among teenagers has doubled just since 1992. And
it is a source of racial tension: because crack-cocaine is mainly used by
African-Americans, and because penalties for the use and sale of crack are generally
much tougher than those for the use and sale of other drugs, there is a
disproportionate number of blacks in jail. Anachronistic laws about marijuana
possession are still in effect in many states and are unfairly tough when
compared to laws dealing with other types of crimes. (For more information
on marijuana laws look for the articles by Eric
Schlosser in Election
Connection's index of articles on crime.)
What have we gotten for all of this, Mr./Ms. President? Excuse my French, but
we've gotten damned little. Our drug czars bravely claim that they're making
more arrests, rounding up more petty dealers, intercepting more shipments of
drugs. Hooray for them. Meanwhile, the number of addicts rises; the fortunes
based on drug-dealing continue to grow; and the economies of nations from
Mexico to Colombia to Burma are distorted and corrupted by drugs headed for
customers in the United States.
With your political skills, Mr./Ms. President, it would no doubt be possible
to serve out your term temporizing in the way that all your predecessors have
done. You can talk tough about drugs, watch as more money is sucked away by
prison-building, explain to black Americans that there is not really any plot
to lock up all their men, and know that the drug problem will be worse when you
leave office than it was when you entered. But that would be wrong! Lesser
leaders would do that -- and have. You have just won re-election, Mr./Ms.
President. You need never run for any office again. It is time to do what's
right in coping with America's drug problem. It is time to clarify what has
until now been a muddled series of compromises on drugs and drug policy. We ask
you to choose among the following options: