The Angry Exile: Are they starting to wake up to the real drug problem?

The Hangman

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame in the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead --
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raised the gallows-tree?"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope of the gallows-tree."
And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.
The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town,
And stark and black in the morning air
Was the gallows-tree in the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business-like.
And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday, with the foreign one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
"Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."
Then one cried "Murder!" and one cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"
And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm!
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute,
The gallows-tree had taken root;
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
The third he took -- we had all heard tell --
Was a usurer, and an infidel.
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"
And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."
The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched our comfort hard and long;
"And what concern," he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed -- the doomed and Black?"
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."
And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score.
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
Then through the town the Hangman came,
Through the empty streets, and called my name --
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall,
And thought, "There is no one left at all
For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree."
So I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap,
And it sprang down with a ready snap --
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you.
For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?"
"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do."
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.

Maurice Ogden

Wednesday 11 March 2009

Are they starting to wake up to the real drug problem?

In the Telegraph we have "Global drug policies have failed over the past 10 years" in relation to an EU report ahead of a UN convention on narcotics, and in the Independent we have "UN summit torn over pursuit of 'war on drugs'" (same convention/summit it seems unless the UN has got two going on in Vienna right now). Here's a selection:

The report, which was carried out for the European Commission by an independent group of international experts, "found no evidence that the global drug problem has been reduced during the period from 1998 to 2007".
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While increased action has been taken against producers and sellers, the report noted that prices in Western countries "have fallen since 1998 by as much as 10 to 30 per cent".
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"The most harm comes from policies rather than from drugs," said Peter Reuter from the University of Maryland, who led the studies for the report.
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"It's been a failure and it's been a licence for impunity," said Genevieve Horwood, an adviser to the UK drugs charity Release. "It has been a failure in the sense that the world drug problem has increased and in the sense that new consequences and problems have arisen as a result of the enforcement-heavy and supply reduction-heavy decade," she added.
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In a paper prepared for the summit, [executive director of the UN Office on Drugs and Crime Antonio Maria Costa] said "international controls" had been an "undeniable success", but admitted it had also had a "dramatic unintended consequence: a criminal market of staggering proportions".

I'm not going to get my hopes up that this will actually bring about sane policies any time soon since the idea of legalising drugs is so abhorrent to such a large portion of the population in many nations that it's probably a bigger vote loser than, well, maybe even bigger than Gordon Clown himself. And the drug charity adviser agrees:

Ms Horwood is not confident that the meeting will result in a shift in the UN's drug policy. "I think they will rubber-stamp another 10 years of failure," she said. "Ideally I'd like them to commit to reviewing the goals of the international drug policy, to have a real review of not only its implementation but its goal, and find a more humane, rights-based, health-based drug policy to move forward with."

Couldn't agree more, which doesn't happen often with charity spokestypes, but it's hard to argue otherwise. Ten years of "getting tough", arguably a damn sight more than ten year actually, and where has it got us? Back to square one? I'd say we haven't even got all the pieces on the board yet and are still arguing over the rules of the game. As a result the drugs trade, which has never gone away, is controlled by vicious criminals who'll adulterate the product with any old shit and tough luck if it kills the end user (though they really don't want users dead since they would obviously stop buying). I can't understand why it is that everyone can agree that the US experiment with prohibiting a popular drug was an utter failure but that so many think the same approach will work now on different drugs. Then as now the situation is simple: if you ban a commodity that people want anyway sooner or later someone will find a way to fulfil that demand and a black market will form, and that will attract the usual criminal activities. The simplest way to destroy the black market is, as the US eventually found in 1933, to lift the ban. How much criminal activity surrounds the use of that particular drug today? Compared to the drugs controlled by black markets practically zero. It has it's problems, both health and public order, but by and large society can cope.

I should state an interest at this point, which paradoxically is practically none at all. I've tried a couple of drugs in my younger days and decided that on the whole it wasn't for me. I've taken nothing illegal in twenty years (except briefly by hospital prescription after an operation) and have no interest in doing so in the foreseeable future. I don't even smoke anymore and I drink in moderation. So I can honestly say that I don't support legalisation just because I want to get off my dial without risk of being nicked for it. I'm inclined to think that taking drugs is probably not a good idea, but if anyone else wants to waste their hard earned cash on stuff to stick up their nose or into their veins or whatever it's up to them. As long as they're not nicking my DVD player to pay for it they can use whatever they like to kiss goodbye to their brain cells as far as I'm concerned. So my interest? Well, as a tax payer I'm interested in a policy that fucking works rather than one that creates and supports a black market run by criminals. We sure as hell don't have that at the moment so trying more of the same makes no sense. Legalisation may not work of course. I realize that some complex problems cannot be solved simply by doing the reverse of what caused them but, as the cliché goes, the best definition of insanity is to carry on doing the same things in the expectation of something different happening. I can't hope that this is anything more than the beginning of that debate, but perhaps the words of John D Rockefeller Jr will soon become more widely known, especially to twats like this:

When Prohibition was introduced, I hoped that it would be widely supported by public opinion and the day would soon come when the evil effects of alcohol would be recognized. I have slowly and reluctantly come to believe that this has not been the result. Instead, drinking has generally increased; the speakeasy has replaced the saloon; a vast army of lawbreakers has appeared; many of our best citizens have openly ignored Prohibition; respect for the law has been greatly lessened; and crime has increased to a level never seen before.

Sound at all applicable to the drugs situation now?