The rice started to bubble over as my mom glanced out the front door. Down the street were two ambulances and 4 police cars, yet we didn't hear a single siren. She volunteered me to walk toward the sidewalk to get a better glimpse of the silent commotion. As I stealthily inched passed by my garage I heard my neighbor whisperyell "Tori! Hey Tori!"
She motioned towards the quiet chaos down the street, "you know what's going on?" I shake my head and let out a confused "nahhh" because even if I did know, I wasn't saying a damn thing. She begins spilling all of the details, indicating that the noiseless fanfare had occurred before. In fact, the rescue team and police department discreetly pull up to that house every 3-4 months as to not disturb the neighbors while tending to the situation at hand.
She graduated high school a year before me. From what I can recall, she was a nice girl. Once she graduated from lowly bus riding, you could spot her blasting the sounds of summertime in her electric yellow two-door.
Babygirl is now addicted to heroin.
That's what the routine maelstrom was down the street. A drug situation.
The uniforms moved quickly and quietly, almost in efforts to avoid embarrassment on behalf of the family. In a country that has always took such a vicious stance in "The War on Drugs", since when did law enforcement refrain from causing a scene?
The criminalization of drugs was was a wonderful way to further demean society's second-class citizens. In the instance of harder drugs like heroin, family business was dramatically aired out once police arrived. There were no qualms about using grand displays of force within urban centers and instead of treating drug addiction as a health concern, it was treated solely as criminal.
However, what do you do when the same drugs that destroyed entire communities begin to seep into your own?
You bend the rules.
Now think, isn't is amazing how there are black and brown folk serving long-term sentences for marijuana and homegirl down the street is getting a day trip downtown for heroin? The system now views addicts not as criminals, but as victims that need intensive rehabilitation and fourth/fifth chances.
Now just imagine what the sensitivity in which this epidemic is being treated could've done for black and brown families in the 80's...
Never Stop Discovering,
The Good-Natured Troublemaker