It's Hard Out There for a Snitch
Katherine Mangu-Ward | March 29, 2007, 10:35am
A great article in the Atlantic about the life and death of snitches in Baltimore:
Those who cooperate with the police are labeled "snitches" or "rats"-terms once applied only to jailhouse informants or criminals who turned state's evidence, but now used for "civilian" witnesses as well. This is particularly true in the inner cities, where gangsta culture has been romanticized through rap music and other forms of entertainment, and where the motto "Stop snitching," expounded in hip-hop lyrics and emblazoned on caps and T-shirts, has become a creed.
The metastasis of this culture of silence in minority communities has been facilitated by a gradual breakdown of trust in the police and the government. The erosion began during the civil-rights era, when informants were a favorite law-enforcement tool against groups like the Black Panthers. But it accelerated because of the war on drugs.
David Kennedy, the director of the Center for Crime Prevention and Control at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice, in New York, told me: "This is the reward we have reaped for 20 years of profligate drug enforcement in these communities." When half the young black men in a neighborhood are locked up, on bail, or on parole, the police become the enemy.
Most of the article follows one [SPOILER ALERT] ill-fated snitch:
This time Dowery's sixth sense--the feeling that had told him to turn around on his porch that morning a year earlier--failed him. One of the men drew a gun, pointed it at Dowery's head, and fired.
Then the other did the same. This time, the doctors couldn't save him.
And although the bar was crowded, no one has come forward to say they saw a thing. It's just another homicide in inner-city America, with no suspects, and no witnesses. [SPOILER END]
Read the whole thing. Heck, you could even pay for it. But if you don't, I won't tell.
G-Spot Tornado | March 29, 2007, 12:20pm | #
re: suburban and inner city
see: symbiosis
Symbiosis (pl. symbioses) is a close association between two different types of organisms in a community. It can be defined as:
'The living together in permanent or prolonged close association of members of usually two different species, with beneficial or deleterious consequences for at least one of the parties.'
There are several classes of symbiosis below. The symbols in brackets are intended to aid understanding, and are not formal definitions.
* Mutualism, a relationship in which members of two different species benefit and neither suffers. (+ +)
* Commensalism, a relationship in which 'one party gains some benefit, whilst the other suffers no serious disadvantage' (+ 0)
* Parasitism, in which one member of the association benefits while the other is harmed (+ -)
* Amensalism, in which the association is disadvantageous to one member while the other is not affected (− 0)
* Neutralism, in which both organisms are unaffected (0 0)
* Competition, in which both organisms are harmed (- -)
(From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)
Anon's Dealer? | March 29, 2007, 3:57pm | #
When I was "in the life", I'd go to a "health food store" and buy a vial of "procaine" (40 dollars).
Then I'd go to a dirty bookstore and buy a hardcore porno mag (5 bucks).
Then I'd cut and dump the procaine into packages made from pages strategically torn from the porno mag.
Then I'd sell it (as coke) to the same roster of suburban bad boys every Friday night (four "8-balls" for 100 bucks apiece).
They always thanked me. I always thanked them too.
I figured the scene back at their cozy suburbanite lair went something like this:
Suburbanites yutes snorting procaine, getting numb noses and mouths (and no psychotropic effects at all), giggling over the lurid packaging, atwitter about their adventure to score in the urban hinterlands, and the good fortune to know the shaggy visigoth punker who set them up every Friday night, and who would never rip them off.
Early on, it was low risk. The punishment for getting busted carrying around magazine corners of procaine, trying to sell it off as cocaine, was negligible (if one didn't mind sitting in lockup while the lab confirmed that, no matter what the perp told the narc/snitch, a case couldn't be made for cocaine possession).
Soon, "the law" grew weary of that drill and got the legislature to write a new law saying that, in the eyes of "the law", if you say it's cocaine...it's cocaine.
Note: This was 20+ years ago.
What's the going rate for an 8-ball these days?
See: currency devaluation
dhex | March 30, 2007, 3:07pm | #
"A very good point. Death-Metalheads are posers, as they'd generally never do the things that are celebrated in the music that they listen to (mass-murder, disease, etc.). Neo-nazi skinheads, on the other hand, are much more real. Their music sings about violent racism and they live up to it."
so people are slaves to the art they consume? or they're pussies?
which means gang members aren't pussies?
you're just trolling, aintcha?
"In either case, what kind of positive emotion can be generated for either of these two groups based on the "tough" and "mean" music that they enjoy? Either they're living up to the violence and hatred in their music, in which case they don't deserve to live in polite society, or they're pussies and just like to put on a big show with nothing to back it up."
or maybe they like the music?
i know this is a radical hypothesis, but bear with me here: sometimes people consume media that has messages that, taken at face value and only at face value, contain values they do not believe in or share. this may be surprising to you, but it's true.
[...]
i get the feeling you listen to very little music, pompous or otherwise.