Drugs and Chicago
by Darius Stevenson
So, I recently acquired a page of statistics. The document stated that Caucasians are 125% more likely use the currently illegal substance known as marijuana in the city of Chicago. You would think predominantly African-Americans abused this substance more than anyone in the city, right? I mean, they’re always the ones you see being cuffed by the police.
Cocaine was originally found in a heavily populated portion of South America, primarily Columbia and Argentina. Here, it is cropped, cultivated and shipped illegally across the globe. Knowing this, you would expect to hear about people of Latin descent abusing this drug in the city. This is not the case.
Caucasians also are the leading abusers of cocaine, with an astounding percentage; whites are 181% more likely to use and/or abuse this substance in the city of Chicago. They are also more likely to use a variety of inhalants and hallucinogenic drugs within the city of Chicago.
But surprisingly, African-Americans account for 79% of drug related arrests in Chicago, and Latinos are twice as likely to be arrested for drugs as whites are, according to ChicagoReporter.com.
There is an art to the drug world: the obvious and suspicious will be harassed and prosecuted. City officials and other armed forces target low-income neighborhoods, typically populated by African-Americans, with hopes to find someone with any form of drug paraphernalia in their possession. They often luck out and book people on drug charges. Often times when I go out and am the only black person present, I get asked, “Do you sell weed?” I reply sarcastically, “No, but when you find someone that does sell, let me know.”
So what are we being told? That we’re the drug problem? What about the untapped, heavily guarded, suburban areas that vast numbers of Caucasian families call come? The kids of these suburban neighborhoods are often the drug abusers. Surrounded by materialistic objects, they set out to find a new thrill, or means of amusement.
But some are not all just seeking temporary satisfaction because they are idle; it can run deeper than that. Suburban parents often are workaholics who give their children an ample amount of money to replace the love and affection that they do not supply them with. This is when outside sources of comfort are sought after; anything that can get them through the day and provide them an escape from their secluded lives.
The drug becomes their best friend, and they continue their quest for love in an altered state of mind.
Poor & Loved……. or Rich & Lonely
By: Darius Stevenson
The smoke that I inhale
Replaces my depiction of Hell
The Devil is my landlord
Blessings from above come slow
But the pain and heartache is swift
As the clock of injustice moves forward
So does my anger and towards society
If family is the core of success
Then I should be where kings and queens reside
Eight dollars a pack
But it’s better than crack
I sell it
Because I don’t know what I’m capable of
400 years ago, my people were proud
Not ignorant and loud
Those kids in the ‘burbs got it made
Find a job in 2 days
And a week later, get paid
These braids in my head represent rows of resentment
But I digress
I wonder how my “brotha from anotha” feels about this…….
Ponds, Lakes, Streams
Misery within my dreams
Benjamin Franklin is NOT my father
He’s on a plane though to God-knows where
So I find the key to the “forbidden cabinet”
I drown my sorrows in Jack Daniels and Mary Jane
I begin to think about my area, and my “so-called friends”
They have no idea, or do they?
Maybe they’re in as thick as me
But no matter…..I’m hung-over
For the time being that is
So junior’s flying solo
Cocaine, Cobain, pain
They’re all the same
My nose is the drain
Slipped into a psychedelic state of mind
My earthly possessions temporarily resemble my mother
How desperate for love have I become?
Maybe “elsewhere” is my destination yo
So the Red Line headed south…. I go