Our Whack-A-Mole U.S. War on Drugs

We once had a ‘war on alcohol,’ which we called Prohibition.

We Americans are good at war with things, but they seem quite regularly to fail

us.

Prohibition was a constitutional amendment, no less and

its end required another

constitutional amendment. Complicated stuff.

Interesting things happened, 14 years later, after repeal.

Joe Kennedy (who made a family

fortune from bootlegging) became the American Ambassador to Britain and sired a

son, later to become our 35th president.

The Mafia calmed down a bit and got

into quieter activities such as extortion and mob-run businesses that, if you

didn’t sign on, got your windows (or your legs) broken.

But that was then and now is now, although the parallels are

fascinating between drugs and alcohol.

Either of these was supported by an

uncontrollable thirst by their users. Americans who choose to do drugs in

various forms do so by choice.

Admittedly a poor choice, yet we are the major

end-users of every substance war upon which we have chosen to fight. How

can there possibly be a successful

end-game for such a fruitless battle?

Arguably, there can’t. Yet we mindlessly plow onward (and

downward) as if there were some purpose to it all, much like we have pursued

other unwinnable wars in Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan and Syria.

The cost is beyond comprehension and the results are

endlessly the same.

Military and non-military

graveyards are full of brave young men who (honorably, it is said) gave their lives for their country.

Well, that’s simply bullshit in its most contemptible and dishonorable form.

They gave their precious lives and futures for political purposes that turned to dust in the hands of the

politicians who dragged us there.

The Domino Theory comes to mind. Did the failed war in Vietnam bring on

an avalanche of communism in Asia? It did

not. Did our misadventure in the Middle East bring democracy to the area? It did not.

What it did bring us was two separate generations of the

walking-wounded from those wars who may never be functional for the rest of

their lives. Plus a worldwide understanding of the powerlessness of our

military against the most rag-tag relentlessness of

those willing to absorb our

punishments and hold out.

Whack-a-Mole defeats

the most overpowering military force in the world. That was the message

that an unknown trillions of dollars bought for us. If the Pentagon and United

States Congress were two branches of an advertising agency, they wouldn’t have

a client in sight.

So what did we learn that’s relevant

to our War on Drugs? Nothing.

Absolutely zero, except that our political geniuses are more than willing to substitute the walking-wounded of

endless wars for the rag-tag relentlessness of our self-inflicted drug culture.

Self-inflicted, you say? Absolutely.

As we approach the half-century mark of Nixon’s War on Drugs, let’s take stock.

With the dawn of the 1960s,

marijuana became synonymous with a counter-culture revolution and of course

they were all liberals, threatening a culturally conservative ruling political

class. President Nixon had  re-election looming

and was having none of this nonsense.

So, being Nixon, he devised the double-whammy

of securing his conservative base and damning them liberal (Democrat) pot-smokers.

He had the head of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics, claim falsely that

marijuana was causing people to be overly

sexual, go insane, act irrational, and commit violent crimes. Posters and

film reels were widely distributed warning citizens to beware of marijuana

because it would lead to murder,

insanity, and death.

Congress quickly passed the Comprehensive Drug Abuse and Control Act

and thus was born Nixon’s War on Drugs, a brilliant political move that

resulted in his landslide reelection in 1972.

No one knows the total costs related to this insane and ineffective

war, because the side-costs of judges paid off, customs agents paid three or

four years their salary to look aside, murders among dealers and the ruination

of such countries as Mexico and Columbia are incalculable. But the hard costs

are said to exceed $2 trillion.

That’s two thousand billion, nearly

48 billion a year and somewhat short of small-change. But it wasn’t all for

naught, don’t ever believe that.

It bought us an incarceration rate

that surpasses China as the largest per capita in the world.  In 2016, we had about 6.6 million total

prisoners, 45% of whom were in for drug charges.

That’s close to three million

and at $45,000 per year (about the cost of a year at Harvard) for keeping them

there, you do the figures—there’s too many zeroes for me.

All of this, all of it

for a drug policy that hasn’t made a dent in drug use. The human animal has

done drugs of one kind or another since it first walked the earth.

Archaeological records indicate the

presence of psychotropic plants and drug use in ancient civilizations as far back

as early hominid species about 200 million years ago.

Face it folks, we humans like to get high. Fire off

those dopamines in our unusually large brains and we’re happy as can be and have always been so.

The sad fact is that, just like

admitting we haven’t won a military war since WWII, politicians simply can’t

bring themselves to admit these facts and

call it quits.

It’s time to take that radical step and admit it. Time for us to stop wrecking other countries, as well

as our own, messing with other people’s lives and making bets that never win.

To do any less is to admit a gambler’s addiction.

Unfortunately, that addiction is never (or rarely) that of

the lawmakers, yet its misery and failure is always paid for by the man on the

street. To paraphrase Nancy Reagan,

“Just say no to the War on Drugs.”