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Cop in the Hood

Never mind "The Wire." Here is the real thing. --The Wall Street Journal


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Cop in the Hood is an explosive insider’s story of what it is really like to be a police officer on the front lines of the war on drugs. Harvard-trained sociologist Peter Moskos became a cop in Baltimore’s roughest neighborhood —the Eastern District, also the location for the critically acclaimed HBO drama The Wire. He provides an unforgettable window into this world that outsiders never see. Those who read it will never view the badge the same way.

Showing posts with label life in the hood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life in the hood. Show all posts

Friday, March 7, 2008

Humanizing the Corner

I just stumbled across "Murder I Wrote" (from a link related to Bradford Pulmer's blog).

In 1997, David Simon, producer of The Wire (the best TV show ever), wrote in The New Republic how corner boys were recruited for a day to be slinging extras for the TV show Homicide (not the best show ever). The boys complained about how unrealistic it was.
"Damn," said Manny Man, walking back to his position. "This ain't gonna look right. People in other cities gonna see this show and think the crews in Baltimore don't know how to carry it."
Most of the boys are now dead.

Simon understands that yo-boys may not but model citizens, but they're living breathing people. I was strangely moved by Simon's article.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

But that's my car!

A witness at the trial of the officers who shot Sean Bell testified today. She was a topless dancer at the club. Leaving aside all the real issues, I noticed something most people probably missed from her testimony: this woman is no stranger to crime scenes.

Put yourself in her shoes: You’ve just had a long night dancing, you’re leaving, you’re walking to your car when suddenly you see a man jump out of car and start shooting at another car. You dive behind some bushes, hear 50 shots in total, cars running into things, and no doubt there’s some screaming and yelling.

What would you do? Probably not what Ms. Payne did. According to the Times:
After two or three minutes, she ran back to her car so she could move it before the police arrived, but she was too late, arriving to see paramedics pulling bodies from Mr. Bell’s car.

She's right, too. If your car is on the wrong side when the crime-scene tape goes up, it’s going to be a long time before you get to move those wheels. If your car happens to have a bullet in it, it's even worse.

Such is one of the many petty frustrations of living in a high-crime neighborhood.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Shooting in White and Black

The Sun has an excellent interactive graphic that can display all the year's homicide victims. You can select for different variables, so it's fun to play with (if you're a nerdy academic).

One of the depressing things about homicide is the racial breakdown. Breaking violent crime down by race doesn't get much press, probably because it treads on incredibly un-politically correct territory. But I'm not afraid of fact. According to today's paper, the city's homicide count rose to 277 (surpassing the 2006 total).

If you go to the interactive graphic, select for all of 2007 and white. You get 13 victims. Three of those by shooting. Keep shooting selected and then select for black victims. It's very, very depressing. It's mostly clustered in the Eastern, Western, and part of the Northwest.

Keep black and shooting and add "article, yes." Look at those red dots disappear. Young black men shot and killed that you never even heard about. And that's if you read the daily paper. Granted, most of the white victims didn't make the paper either. But for whites in Baltimore, we're talking maybe a dozen or so, not hundreds of lives a year!

Most of the deaths are caused by the issues related to the illegal drug market. If we regulated drug selling (and who is for unregulated drug selling?), lives would be saved.

When people ask me why things aren’t getting better, one of my stock answers is this: liberals refuse to talk about culture and conservatives are too greedy and don't give a damn. Of course, that's just my simplistic way to piss everybody off. So let me explain:

Liberals refuse to think of anything other than “root causes.” This usually comes down to money and racism. If anything is going to get better, it will cost money. But money isn’t everything. Rich drug dealers (though most are poor) have money. And they’re part of the problem. And most poor people struggle buy without ever killing anybody.

And racism matters. But if we wait till racism is over before moving forward, we’re going to be stuck a very long time.

And let’s talk culture. Part of ghetto culture is screwed-up. There are a lot of bad parents out there. I’m not going to divide parents into either “good” or “bad,” but some parents simply do a crappy job of raising (or not raising) their kids. I'm not blaming the victim. I think there are good reasons people are screwed up. But screwed up they are.

Just once I’d like to hear a liberal call anybody a “bad” parent. I’m not saying insulting parents is the answer, but sometimes a little truth is refreshing and helps clear the air (and may get conservatives to open their pocketbooks).

Conservatives, at least the good ones, do give a damn. But too often they are greedy or ideologically blinded. They don’t want to spend money. We need to change attitudes and shift priorities. But this can’t be done without money. We could make things better. If we had the will, we would find the money.

Say want you want about the risks of legalized and regulated drug selling, but if we could save lives (and raise money), wouldn't it be worth it? If you're still for drug prohibition after all these failed years, ask yourself what is more important than saving the lives of poor young black men. If you have an answer, you need to look deep inside yourself. You may not like what you see.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Cops 1 - Robber 0

For all the press police-involved shootings get in New York City, there are a lot more shootings in Baltimore if you take the difference in population into account (almost an equal number if you don't). Baltimore shootings don't get much press because the city isn't a media center and Al Sharpton doesn't live there.

Instead, the local chapter of the International People's Democratic Uhuru Movement (who?) is protesting the latest shooting. I think they should pick their battles a little better.

A man robbed a Burger King (not too far from where I lived) and, while making his getaway, pulled a loaded handgun out at police officers. He got killed. Damn right police shot. But perhaps only in Baltimore do family members of the dead robber wonder why more police didn’t shoot.

The full story is here.

Family demands answers in police shooting


By Stephen Kiehl

Baltimore Sun reporter
December 15, 2007

The family of a man killed by police last week asked yesterday why it still hasn't received a written report on the shooting and said it is in the "beginning stages" of filing a complaint with the U.S. Civil Rights Commission.
Relatives of Coby Brown, 23, said they have not received any response from police despite multiple requests for a full accounting of the Dec. 4 shooting in Upper Fells Point. They also question the use of such lethal force.
"We are left wondering what happened, how it happened and if it needed to happen," said Thomas K. Smith, Brown's stepfather, during a small rally at the shooting scene. "We want the truth."
Brown was shot by police after he robbed a Burger King in the 2000 block of Eastern Ave. in Fells Point, police said. Officers on foot patrol gave chase. Another officer pursued in a vehicle. Brown shot at the officers and then stopped in front of a house on Gough Street, police said.
When Brown pointed his gun at Officer Modesto A. Olivio Jr., police said, Olivio shot Brown in the stomach. Brown died the next day at Johns Hopkins Hospital.
"This suspect made a choice when he pointed a loaded handgun at a police officer, and when he makes that choice, the officer is left with no choice," said police spokesman Sterling Clifford.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Dog fight

So Michael Vic apologized for dog fighting. I don’t believe him. He likes dog fighting. He's not the only one. There's lots of dog fighting in the Eastern District. That's just the way it is.

Many cops I worked with were very upset at animal mistreatment. One time I answered a call for a pit bull on somebody’s stoop. The dog wasn’t causing any trouble but was quite large and in no mood to leave. He just sat there and took in the scene. One family couldn't leave their home. From behind the screen door, they had no idea where the dog came from and why it was on their stoop. We stayed very near our car for our protection.

The dog had clear scars on his face from fighting. My partner said, “It’s sad that I feel more for the dog than the people here. . . What did the dog do to deserve this?… I mean, I can rationalize and say that the people choose to live this way. But the dog?”

I don’t feel more for dogs than people. Seeing a lot of human suffering makes me less concerned about animals. In poor neighborhoods and countries, when faced with mistreated people, it bothers me less to see mistreated animals. That's just the way it is. It would be great if no human or animal had to suffer but in the meantime it’s all about priorities. People matter more.

It shouldn't be a zero-sum world. It's not that one tortured dog means one person living better. You should care about all living things. But a lot of things bother me about people "shocked" about dog fighting. Why aren't more people shocked about the misery people suffer? I wish that people would take some of the sympathy they have for a suffering dog and transfer it to a suffering person. If you already care about suffering people, than by all means worry about dogs, too.

And why are people so shocked that there is a dog fighting culture? All they would have to do is ask anybody with any connection to the ghetto. But the people who are *shocked* have no connection with the ghetto. And that’s why it bothers me that they pass judgment so quickly and so passionately. They have no clue.

I don’t like dogfighting. But what if I did? I’ve had an urge to breed fighting game cocks (I will resist) ever since I read Alex Haley’s beautiful description of Chicken George in Roots. I mean, that man loved his chickens. And he fought them. That's why he loved them. It was beautiful. At least in the book.

I’ve been in countries (and states) where chicken fighting is legal. I haven't seen a cock fight yet. But who am I to judge? I feel like it’s none of my business. Cock fighting, dog fighting, is there a big difference? Yeah they’re both bad. To you and me.

As a cop, I wish there were fewer laws, not more. It’s not right to want to outlaw something just because you don’t like it. I lot of people don't like that I eat meat. I don't want them outlawing animal slaughter. The whole point of live and let live is to let people do what they want, even when you don’t like it. Just like free speech only matters when somebody says something offensive.

Some people want to fight dogs. And some dogs want to fight. That’s what they’re raised for. Is it worse than dog racing? Is it worse that factory farming and slaughter? Is it worse than eating meat? The answer to all those is probably yes, but what if I’m wrong? How can I feel smug saying dogfighting is horrible while waving a hamburger for emphasis?

I’m always skeptical of judgmental middle-class America outlawing the recreational choices of poor America. There’s a long history of that. Nine times out of ten, when poor people start getting into something, we make it illegal. Everything from drinking to drugs to gambling to prostitution to kids playing stickball in the street. We love telling poor people what they can’t do. And then we lock them up for doing it.

I saw a lot of messed up dogs in Baltimore (they pronounce the word "dugs," but the way). And small packs of wild dogs roam the streets at night. The packs actually looked pretty happy and healthy, but it can't be good for property values.

Here’s a dead dog left in a box on a stoop. Poor dug.

Pictures

Some of the blight of the Eastern


RIP graffiti:







You can’t outrun a mural.


Pig on pig.


Ladies…


After a cutting.




After being cut.


It could have been me… but it wasn’t! (I blurred their faces)