Author: Moskos

  • How medical marijuana is transforming the pot industry

    Last night I read a great article in the New Yorkerabout the new sort-of-legal-at-the-state-and-local-level but still very-federally-illegal California medicinal-marijuana industry.

    I’m very curious to see how this system evolves and is regulated. It just might work. And it may be a good model for other states. At the very least, it’s starting to make California dependent on the tax dollars it brings in.

    Emily had come to Humboldt ten years ago as a young activist, working to save old-growth redwoods. She first encountered marijuana plants after she picked some edible mushrooms on a friend’s land, cooked them up in marijuana-laced butter, and ate a good meal with some wine.
    […]
    Emily decided to stay in the mountains. She loved the odd mixture of people who lived in a place with no apparent cash economy…. Gazing at the setting sun, Emily said, “I think a lot of those people were drawn up here for intuitive reasons—soul reasons, or whatever.” The problem with growing pot back then, she said, was that it was illegal, and that changed you. “You had to carry a gun and be scared of people, and you lost track of the reason you came up here.”
    […]
    There were fewer stories in the newspapers about people being bound and gagged by cash-hungry gangsters.

  • Congress Struggles To Come Up With Cool Name For Anti-Drug Initiative

    I’m skeptical of any law with a personal name. Initiative with cool sounding names, especially if it’s an acronym, are also trouble. For instance, ix-nay, I would say, to Initiative Hammer of Poseidon. Sure, Poseidon had a trident and Thor had the hammer, but it’s worth a little mythological inaccuracy to get a name like IHOP. And never do I want to see Operation Slammer: Keep Our Supreme Homeland Beautiful an’ Great, our Swell Home, even if it does spell, Oskosh, B’Gosh.

    It’s no crazier than the Patriot Act, I mean: Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001. Pah-leeze. And that one’s real.

    I knew our immigration efforts were taking a turn for the worse when the federal agency previously known as INSwas suddenly called ICE. Oh yeah, baby. That’s cool. Just picture those letters on the back on your jacket as you go for a cold one after a long day of busting down the front doors or hard working men and women, I mean illegal associates of gang members.

    Dudes, if you weren’t getting laid before, it wasn’t because of your acronym. Maybe it was the funny little mustache and your tendency to call everybody ma’am a bit too often.

    In the spirit of satire, Onion-span TV shows how this comes to be. From the inner workings of our government, 24 hours a day:

  • Incisive and intelligent account of police work “in the hood”

    Here’s an excellent review from Professor Arnold Ages published in the Jewish Post & Opinion.

    This is what the industry calls “a sleeper book.” There is no doubt that it will soon be auctioned off as a film script.

    Peter Moskos, a professor at the City University of New York, researched his Harvard Ph.D. dissertation in a most unusual way: He joined the Baltimore Police and after graduation from the Academy, was assigned to Baltimore’s toughest district, the Eastern.

    Moskos did not hide the purpose of his enrollment and for a year and a half he joined fellow police officers pursuing the bad guys and in so doing learned important things about the criminal justice system.

    His book, however, is not only a description of the daily activities of the men in blue but also a meditation of the Black underclass, the drug war and the ethics of his fellow officers. This reviewer has not read a more objective, incisive and intelligent account of police work.

    There is criticism galore in his essay—of the irrelevance of the police training academy, of the targeting of poor Blacks and of the misguided drug policies of the American government.

    With regard to those with whom he served, Moskos has high regard for their dedication and honesty and observes that few police officers would jeopardize their pension benefits by becoming “dirty,” the name for corrupt cops. He admits that there are some, but they are few in number.

    While violence is endemic in the area where Moskos served, few police officers, he says are victimized by gun violence: Most fatalities among the police occur as a result of auto accidents. The author himself lost a colleague in that way.

    One interesting element in this essay pivots on the arrest phenomenon. It is well known that police everywhere are expected to fill their arrest quotas. Baltimore is no different. But what is not known is that police officers receive overtime pay for court appearances and this can result in handsome monetary rewards.

    Moskos’s graphic descriptions of the drug culture in Baltimore’s Eastern District are the most detailed and analytical to be found anywhere. The author offers a comprehensive look at the “stoops” abandoned buildings, lookouts and benches where drug transactions occur. He also zeroes in on the personnel involved in the drug trade and provides ample details about the police’s efforts to inhibit that “business.” One of the surprising revelations that emerge from his reportage is that, except for the major bosses, street level entrepreneurs make relatively little money.

    Their clientele, the author notes, use a form of English language that is sui generis. “Bank” means to hit; “bounce” is to leave; “hoppers” are troublesome young people; “cousin” in a close friend; “fall out” is to faint; “zinc” is a sing. Mastering this linguistic tool is important for police officers because ignorance in this area can lead to misunderstandings when interrogating suspects. “Snitch” is another word popular in Baltimore’s Eastern District, and it is a despised term. In fact, the phrases “snitches get stitches,” more or less sums up the scorn in which such people are held.

    What distinguishes Moskos’s book from similar ones is the author’s plea for greater flexibility in addressing the rampant drug crisis. He characterizes the current ideology as prohibition—much like that which paralyzed the United States in the 1920s. Ultimately prohibition failed and Moskos feels that there are lessons to be learned from the experience.

    Citing the example of Holland, where addicts can the drugs they need, Moskos argues that de-criminalizing the illegal drug industry will no de-stabilize the American moral compass and that tax revenues from the legitimate purchase of hard drugs will fill the coffers of government.

    The reason the author is so passionate about his advocacy is because he has seen close hand what the alternative is in the microcosm of Baltimore’s Eastern District, where pandemonium reigns for its majority of poor Black inhabitants.

  • A Street Corner Analysis of D.C. Crime

    “The corner boys, as they are sometimes called, are part of what is perhaps the most visibly anonymous demographic in the country. Young and black, feared and marginalized, they are the ones most likely to be viewed as a suspect in a crime and most likely to become the faceless victim of one.

    Nevertheless, if you want to know what’s behind the rash of homicides in Trinidad — 24 so far this year — and to get a different take on how to stop the killings, these are guys to go to, on their turf and on their terms.”

    So what Washington Post columnist Courtland Milloy did was get out of his car and talk to them. Kudos to you, Mr. Millow.

    The whole column is here.

  • Tasers Tourture

    I’m no big fan of Tasers. Here’s the latest trouble with Tasers. From the Chicago Tribune.

    WINNFIELD, LA. — At 1:28 p.m. on Jan. 17, Baron “Scooter” Pikes was a healthy 21-year-old. By 2:07 p.m., he was dead.

    What happened in the 39 minutes in between — during which Pikes was handcuffed by police and shocked nine times with a Taser while reportedly pleading for mercy — is spawning suspicions of a political cover-up in this lumber town infamous for backroom dealings.

    Racial tensions also are mounting; Pikes was black and the officer involved is white.

    No novelist could have invented Winnfield, the birthplace of two of Louisiana’s most colorful and notorious governors — Huey and Earl Long.

    The police chief committed suicide three years ago after losing a close election marred by allegations of fraud and vote-buying. Just four months later, the district attorney killed himself after allegedly skimming $200,000 from his office budget and extorting payments from criminal defendants to make their cases go away.

    The current police chief is a convicted drug offender pardoned by then-Gov. Edwin Edwards, who is in federal prison for corruption convictions.

    All that history is wrapped up in the Pikes case because the officer in question, Scott Nugent, is the son of the former chief who killed himself and the protege of the current chief, who hired him.

    Whoa, this is getting complicated!

    Read the complete story here.

  • Life on the Streets?

    There’s an article in Baltimore’s City Paper about my book. It’s a bit harsh and kind of snarky (right down to the ? in the headline), but I’ve got thick skin. It’s quite insightful when he’s not slagging me off personally. And he did very well with the material from the phone interview (really).

    He likes my book, so perhaps I shouldn’t complain. It isn’t in the nature of an alternative papers to write gushing reviews.

    As an objective reader, which I’m not, I enjoyed it. As an author, I’m very happy for the publicity.

    The review did leave me with three unanswered questions. I wrote the author. Maybe he’ll get back to me.

    1) Did he really think Cop in the Hoodwas just laying around in the “to publish” pile and then “dusted off” by Princeton University Press when they announced The Wire was coming to an end?

    2) How come he and the fact checkers (who actually did call) from City Papercouldn’t get my age right?

    3) Why say it’s been nine years since I’ve been a cop when it’s been seven? The point would have been just as valid… but he would have had the privilege of actually being right. Nine years ago I wasn’t even in Baltimore.

    As they say in the The Wire, malaka.

    Update:
    To his credit, the reviewer did get back to me. He apologized for his bad math and write the following:

    I didn’t mean it to be snarky. I was reading it pretty closely. The Atlantic obviously liked it, as did others. From a Baltimore perspective, it’s frustrating, because the need for a coherent strategy seems to be an essential point. The City Paper is local, and we have to address the issue for locals.

    From a Baltimorean’s perspective, the question from the gut is immediately: suddenly Baltimore is famous for its murder rate. In fact, that seems to be a primary artistic resource in this community. When a New Yorker comes down to write about Baltimore’s crime scene — and believe me, getting a New Yorker to come down to Baltimore for any other reason isn’t easy — the first thing people ask: Is that what brought you here? What does this actually tell us about our problems as a city now? Or is Baltimore officially a posterboy for a failed drug war?

    Yes, the review was harsh personally, but you have to understand that what you wrote is pretty harsh indictment of our city. When the names aren’t real (as you yourself explain), and the commissioner has done his time and bombards the airwaves with the same old spiels, it’s easy for a Baltimorean who’s following the police force today to wonder how much has changed since then. For us, that’s the primary question, and that’s obviously not the focus of Cop in the Hood. Or of The Wire, for that matter. But it certainly goes hand in hand with the Wire.

    Maybe it doesn’t help much, but I really learned a lot about the police force. I also admired your approach to the subject. And you never tried to glamorize anything. I was trying to tell what the book was… and what it wasn’t. It was about police work. It was about the hood. As an academic book, it was clearly well received. But as a book about Baltimore — and that’s what Baltimoreans who pick it up a B &N are going to read it is — it was also frustratingly out-of-date.

    My reply:

    Thanks for getting back to me. I appreciate it.

    I plead guilty to trying not to gear the book exclusively to Baltimore. My editor’s biggest concern (and mine, too) was “why will anybody outside of Baltimore care?” So while the book is about Baltimore, it’s not really supposed to a book about Baltimore, if you catch my drift. So I think your criticism there is very justified. I try and use Baltimore as an archetype of these problems everywhere.

    As to the book being set in the past, not much I can do about that. Believe it or not, it took 3 years to write after I got my PhD in 2004. Such is life. But do you really think it’s out of date? Have Baltimore police and the drug trade changed much since then? My police friends all tell me it’s the same as it’s ever been.

  • The Leonard Lopate Show

    I love doing radio interviews. I can wear shorts and be sweaty from biking to the studio. I can cough and drink water and pick my nose (I said I can, not that I did).

    It’s so much easier to relax when you’re not wearing makeup, not worried about how you look, and have a cough button.

    You can listen to the interview here.

  • The Things They Carry


    Sunday’s New York Timeshad a nice little story by Niko Koppel about pictures and other mementos that police officer keep in their hats.

    The hat-wearing regulation isn’t as strictly enforced in Baltimore as it is in New York City. But I like wearing hats.

    Young police officers officers will quickly hear that hats, especially when you’re on foot, are a great place to keep things (like ticket books).

    I tried that. It didn’t work. I sweat too much. With any heat, anything in my hat–pictures, paperwork, ham sandwiches–they would all be soaked and nasty before my shift was done.

  • Shoot Don’t Shoot

    My former firearms instructor sent me this link.

    It’s a fun little game. Shoot the guys with the gun, not the guys with wallets and cell phones. You won’t do it perfectly (and neither do cops).

    You face around 100 people, my guess is half are black, half are white, half are armed, half are unarmed. All in all, it takes less than 5 minutes (including loading time).

    When it’s over it gives you a score and also the response time for armed and unarmed white and black men. Here’s mine:

    Game Over
    Your Score: 660
    Average reaction time:
    Black Armed:621.32ms
    Black Unarmed:728.96ms
    White Armed:688.96ms
    White Unarmed:655.96ms

    I think my overall score is pretty good. But the racial difference in response time is interesting. Of course I don’t think I’m more likely to shoot black men. Besides, like any good cop, I’m not looking at race. I’m looking at their hands.

    But the numbers show that I’m quickest to respond to an armed black man and slowest to respond to an unarmed black man. Mind you the difference is only 7/100th of a second, but still….

    This kind of racial bias in consistent with most academic research that finds differences in response time towards white and black armed and unarmed suspects.

    Feel free to cut and paste your scores in a comment.

    Here’s the websiteof the researchers.

  • “Objective, incisive and intelligent “

    Arnold Ages of the Jewish Post & Opinioncalls Cop in the Hood:

    [An] objective, incisive and intelligent account of police work. Moskos’s graphic descriptions of the drug culture in Baltimore’s Eastern District are the most detailed and analytical to be found anywhere. What distinguishes Moskos’s book…is the author’s plea for greater flexibility in addressing the rampant drug crisis.

    I love the slogan for the Post & Opinion: “We were politically incorrect before there was PC.”