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19 Aug 17:05

China pisa em ovos na questão do Estado Islâmico

by Felipe Corazza

A postura do governo chinês nos fóruns internacionais de discussão – na ONU, notadamente – a respeito do combate ao grupo Estado Islâmico no Iraque e na Síria é, ao mesmo tempo, de estímulo e cautela. A posição chinesa tem relação direta com uma questão interna do país comandado por Xi Jinping: a questão dos uigures em Xinjiang. A Região Autônoma chinesa é dor de cabeça constante desde 1949.

O movimento separatista do Turquestão do Leste, que defende a formação de uma grande nação islâmica abarcando a Província chinesa e áreas vizinhas pertencentes ao Cazaquistão, voltou aos holofotes recentemente com ataques violentos em trens e uma suspeita de atentado frustrado na praça Tiananmen, mas o combate a seus integrantes por parte do governo central nunca parou.

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Episódios violentos como ataques a delegacias de polícia ou a estabelecimentos comerciais ocorrem com frequência em Urumqi e outras cidades de Xinjiang. Do outro lado, prisões arbitrárias e repressão pesada sufocam a comunidade uigur – nem todos, obviamente, integram o movimento extremista, mas a maioria sofre com as consequências de seus atos.

No primeiro momento, o combate aos jihadistas no Iraque é boa oportunidade para o governo chinês. Puxando a questão para o seu lado, Pequim consegue um argumento forte para a repressão mais acentuada em Xinjiang.

Nas palavras de Liu Jieyi, representante da China na ONU, a comunidade internacional precisaria de um esforço conjunto para fazer cessarem as fontes de financiamento dos militantes do Estado Islâmico e da Frente Al-Nusra, que combate na Síria. Nas entrelinhas, a China pede também que se sufoquem as fontes de financiamento do movimento de Xinjiang, que conta com razoável apoio externo vindo de grupos e indivíduos jihadistas.

Enquanto o lado do combate às fontes do financiamento dos extremistas agrada a Pequim, a decisão de intervenção militar direta externa no Iraque é o ponto em que o Partido Comunista chinês se distancia novamente da comunidade internacional. O governo chinês segue sua praxe de não declarar apoio a intervenções diretas.

A posição chinesa é a mesma há muito tempo em relação a missões militares de “estabilização”. Pequim considera que tais decisões tomadas nas Nações Unidas sempre abrem precedente para uma hipotética intervenção na própria China.

Por enquanto, o ganho político em relação à repressão aos movimentos dos uigures supera, em muito, o temor chinês de uma intervenção externa. Resta a Pequim o temor de que o Estado Islâmico influencie jihadistas a abrirem uma nova frente de batalha na região. A fronteira com o Cazaquistão, apesar da geografia espinhosa e da vigilância constante, ainda é porosa ao ponto de permitir passagem de a

18 Aug 20:29

August 18, 2014


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18 Aug 20:26

The Shape of Ideas

by Grant


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18 Aug 14:13

Georgia Teens Develop App to Document Police Abuse

Adam Victor Brandizzi

Será bem-vindo aqui também.


14-year-old Parkview High School Freshman, Caleb Christian was concerned about the number of incidents of police abuse in the news.  Still, he knew there were many good police officers in various communities, but had no way of figuring out which communities were highly rated and which were not.  So, together with his two older sisters: Parkview High School senior Ima Christian, and Gwinnett School of Math, Science, and Technology sophomore, Asha Christian, they founded a mobile app development company– Pinetart Inc., under which they created a mobile app called Five-O.

Five-O, allows citizens to enter the details of every interaction with a police officer.  It also allows them to rate that officer in terms of courtesy and professionalism and provides the ability to enter a short description of what transpired.  These details are captured for every county in the United States. Citizen race and age information data is also captured. Additionally, Five-O allows citizens to store the details of each encounter with law enforcement; this provides convenient access to critical information needed for legal action or commendation.






“We’d like to know which regions in the US provide horrible law enforcement services as well as highlight the agencies that are highly rated by their citizens. In addition to putting more power into the hands of citizens when interacting with law enforcement, we believe that highly rated police departments should be used as models for those that fail at providing quality law enforcement services”, says Co-founder and Parkview High School senior, Ima Christian.

The problem-solving trio developed their love for coding when, as elementary and middle school students, they were exposed to MIT’s k12 Scratch and App Inventor programs.  Later, their parents encouraged them to learn JavaScript, HTML, CSS and the smatterings of Java. “We were surprised when we found a platform that enabled us to develop apps for both IOS and Android which was relatively easy to use and which allowed us to hit the ground running because of our knowledge of JavaScript”, said 14 year old Caleb Christian.  “After finding a platform that was a good fit for us, we immediately moved on to creating each page for the app and Asha took over the look and feel design of the app.  We all contributed to the creation of the product”, he shared.

Co-founder and HS sophomore, Asha Christian, “We expect that all parents will want this app for themselves and their kids.  We hope it will be one of the must have apps on your mobile devices.  Our goal is to make the app available to anyone, anywhere in the United States.”   Five-O is currently in Alpha testing and will roll out to the public on August 18th, 2014, available to both Apple and Android.  The Pinetart team has two additional apps in the pipeline and encourages interested users to like their page on Twitter and Facebook to receive a prelaunch versions of their apps for testing and review.



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18 Aug 13:58

Turn Any YouTube Video Into A GIF By Just Adding “GIF” To The URL | TechCrunch

Adam Victor Brandizzi

E o negócio sai do ar quando vou testar >:(

the freshness

Want to turn something on YouTube into a GIF, but don’t want to futz with downloading third-party apps or digging around for an online converter?

Here’s a handy, easy to remember trick: just add “GIF” to the beginning of the URL. After “www.” and before “youtube.com”

Like so:

gif.

So, for example, you’d turn:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

into:

www.gifyoutube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

and hit enter. Tada!

To be clear, this isn’t an official YouTube tool (though I’d still argue that YouTube really, really ought to build one) — so don’t be surprised if it doesn’t work forever , particularly if YouTube’s legal team gets too bummed about the use of their trademark right in the domain. This is a side project by the team behind the super GIF-centric messaging app Glyphic.

One catch: in the current build, you can set the start time and GIF duration, but you can’t get super precise about it. If you want frame-by-frame control for that sweet, sweet perfectly timed loopage, you’ll probably want something like GIFGrabber or GIFBrewery

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18 Aug 13:53

Ciência: Membrana pode filtrar água do mar

Adam Victor Brandizzi

A descrição está esquista pra caramba (molécula de sal?) e dessalinização sempre fracassou, mas se realmente funcionou assim até agora, gostaria de ver para onde vai.

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Separar o sal da água do mar como se coasse o café por um filtro de papel. Embora seja uma comparação grosseira, foi isso que pesquisadores do Departamento de Química da Faculdade de Filosofia, Ciências e Letras de Ribeirão Preto (FFCLRP) da USP conseguiram ao desenvolver uma membrana semipermeável.

Toda membrana serve para separar meios líquidos ou gasosos, mas esta é composta por folhas de polímeros com poros minúsculos que só permitem a passagem de moléculas tão pequenas como as de água e gás carbônico.

Classificada como nanofiltro (da medida de Angstroms, 10-10 metros), ela impede a passagem do sal no processo de filtragem, promovendo uma dessalinização de até 90%. Dependendo do teor de pureza, a água resultante poderia, se aprovada pela Anvisa, até servir para consumo.

Desde de 2008, o grupo conduzido pelo professor Grégoire Jean François Demets, do Departamento de Química da FFCLRP vem trabalhando no projeto.

“Trata-se de uma nova tecnologia e aplicação. Tubos minúsculos e vasados, chamados de cavitandos, são colocados na matriz do polímero dentro das moléculas. Esses cavitandos são estruturas com uma cavidade central que permitem o trânsito de moléculas pequenas como a água. Na filtragem da água do mar, o sal fica retido nessas estruturas”, explica o pesquisador.

Viabilidade

O residual deixado pela dessalinização, em hipótese, poderia virar sal ou ser devolvido ao mar – a viabilidade disso depende de estudos e avaliações de impacto ambiental, entre outros.

Essa filtragem é simples e barata se comparada aos processos que levam solventes, por exemplo, e também não requer uma troca de fase para remoção de água, nem equipamentos auxiliares como aquecedores, evaporadores ou condensadores.

A membrana semipermeável pode ser confeccionada em três tipos de polímeros: o Poliuretano (PU), Policloreto de Vinila (PVC) ou Fluoreto de Polivinilideo (PVDF), plásticos com características mais flexíveis. Ela é reutilizável, completamente reciclável e resistente a produtos químicos. O grande diferencial da invenção é o baixo custo da matéria-prima utilizada.

De acordo com Demets, uma maneira de otimizar o processo seria colocar a molécula na forma de hastes de fibra oca, feita à base ureia e formol e também desenvolvida pelos pesquisadores em laboratório. Assim, elas poderiam ser inseridas numa espécie tubo para passagem da água, aumentando a capacidade de filtragem.

“Depois de provar que o processo é possível, a próxima fase é reproduzi-lo em grande escala. Para isso, dependemos de parcerias para, em longo prazo, tornar essa tecnologia em produtos para o mercado”, indicou o pesquisador.

Tecnologia foi patenteada

A tecnologia já teve o seu processo de patente realizado pela Agência USP de Inovação e está disponível para licenciamento ou parceria com a USP para desenvolvimento industrial e comercialização.

“Empresas de tratamento de água, governos, em especial da região do Nordeste do Brasil e de países com pouca oferta de água podem ser interessados”, avalia o professor Grégoire Jean François Demets.

Dentre as atividades realizadas pela Agência estão: a proteção da propriedade intelectual; apoio aos docentes, alunos e funcionários da USP na elaboração de convênios em parceria com empresas.
Ela também atua na transferência de tecnologias e trabalha por meio das incubadoras.

Processo pode ser aplicado para outros fins

A mesma tecnologia pode ser aplicada para outros fins, como em separadores de baterias, purificação de gases e curativo para queimados.

“Uma vez que a membrana pode ser produzida mais maleável e fina e é biocompatível, isto é, não provoca reações tóxicas, poderia ser aplicada como curativo de queimaduras. As vantagens é que o produto permitiria a respiração da pele e protegeria contra vírus e bactérias, acelerando o processo de cura”, considerou o professor Grégoire Jean François Demets.

Outra aplicação é a esponja de polímero. Barata, reciclável e de fácil utilização, ela tem a capacidade de remover finas camadas de petróleo ou qualquer outro óleo ou produto químico que não se mistura à água do mar. Também desenvolvida no Departamento de Química da FFCLRP, a esponja tem alto poder de absorção: basta colocá-la no local de contaminação para que absorva 99,5% do óleo; ela pode ser reutilizada pelo menos dez vezes.“As estruturas dela conseguem capturar e armazenar em suas cavidades moléculas que compõem o petróleo”, explicou Demets.

Sua utilização pode ser determinante na parte final do controle de derramamento de óleo, pois absorveria o residual deixa pelo processo de bombeamento empregado nesses casos. 

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18 Aug 13:20

Os 3 “ismos” de Marina

by Jose Roberto de Toledo

Aviso ao leitor: se o Datafolha não mostrou Marina Silva (PSB) com um pé no segundo turno presidencial, não vale a pena ler o resto deste texto. Ele foi escrito antes da divulgação dessa pesquisa, a primeira após a morte de Eduardo Campos. Outros sinais, porém, indicavam que a sondagem mostraria Marina muito bem na foto. Se esses sinais estavam certos, boa leitura.

A volta por cima de Marina ganha mais impulso com a pesquisa Datafolha. Feita no auge da comoção nacional com a morte de Campos, a sondagem é um fato político em si. Interfere na campanha ao aumentar o cacife de Marina. Deixa-a em posição de força para ditar os termos de sua candidatura ao PSB.

Mesmo inflada pelo momento da coleta, a pesquisa confere a Marina uma dose de favoritismo que Campos nunca teve. Mas o sabor de virada é agridoce para os pajés sem cacique do PSB. A grande chance de ganharem a Presidência pelo voto não só veio pela perda de seu líder, como ainda convive com a incerteza: será que tal vitória os levaria de fato ao poder? Porque antes de ser do PSB, Marina é do partido de Marina.

O PSB não é o único desconfiado que perdeu mais do que ganhou. Aécio Neves (PSDB) não precisa mais se preocupar se haverá segundo turno, mas corre risco inédito de ficar fora dele. Dilma Rousseff (PT) pode até não perder já, mas vê escapar a possibilidade de reeleição já em 5 de outubro – com o agravante de aumentar seu risco de derrota no turno final.

Muita coisa mudou em pouco tempo e pode continuar mudando. Marina entra na corrida pelo topo. Não será fácil manter-se tão em evidência quanto esteve desde o dia 13. Aumentará o tiroteio contra ela. Por isso, só as pesquisas do fim de agosto mostrarão um quadro decantado do pós-tragédia. Até lá, vale a pena entender como Marina chegou aonde chegou.

Uma parte de seus eleitores é histórica, não muda facilmente. A outra vem na onda emocional em que a pesquisa foi feita. A candidata precisará trabalhar para consolidar esse eleitor neomarinista. Os antigos são, por mais de um motivo, fiéis.

O eleitorado estrutural de Marina é um misto de dois grupos distintos. Na ponta da pirâmide, jovens descontentes com a política tradicional, muitos deles manifestantes de 2013. Têm escolaridade acima da média e se acham qualificados demais para as oportunidades de emprego que lhe aparecem. Na base, eleitores religiosos, principalmente mulheres evangélicas.

Por razões distintas – o conservacionismo da Marina ambientalista, e o conservadorismo da Marina dogmática -, ambos votaram nela há quatro anos. O grupo religioso aderiu na reta final do primeiro turno de 2010, após campanha de neopentecostais associar Dilma à defesa do aborto.

No segundo turno, uma parte desses eleitores votou em Dilma, mas sem convicção. Está sempre pronta a pular fora do barco da petista a qualquer sinal de avanço da presidente no campo dogmático. Foi o que ocorreu em maio deste ano, depois que o governo regulamentou o aborto por razões médicas e legais na rede SUS. A reação foi tão forte que a portaria foi revogada.

Esse eleitor crê quando Marina diz que “foi providência divina” ela não ter viajado no avião que caiu. Mas desconfia quando Dilma diz “feliz da nação cujo Deus é o Senhor”. O voto religioso em Marina rebaixa o piso eleitoral de Dilma – assim como seu eleitorado jovem limita o teto potencial de Aécio. Aí há menos chance de mudanças.

Quem oscila e pode ou não levar Marina à vitória é quem estava insatisfeito com as candidaturas existentes e aparecia na coluna do branco, nulo e indeciso. Esse eleitor estava desligado da eleição até o Cessna Citation explodir em Santos. O estrondo da tragédia despertou-o para a campanha. No susto, aderiu a Marina. Se vai continuar, depende de ela conseguir equilibrar conservacionismo, conservadorismo e messianismo.

18 Aug 02:10

09-07-2014

by Laerte

18 Aug 02:09

Morre o candidato que pretendia assumir a queda dos homicídios como tema do Governo Federal

Adam Victor Brandizzi

Espero que suas ideias continuem em frente. Quando cheguei em Recife ele era quase unanimidade, e TODOS concordaram que a segurança pública muito.

Bruno Paes Manso

quarta-feira 13/08/14

Uma estratégia nacional de combate aos homicídios capaz de direcionar as políticas nos estados e diminuir os mais de 50 mil assassinatos anuais que ocorrem no Brasil. A redução da criminalidade urbana seria uma das prioridades do discurso do candidato Eduardo Campos na campanha a presidente. Ele morreu hoje em acidente de avião em Santos. [...]

Uma estratégia nacional de combate aos homicídios capaz de direcionar as políticas nos estados e diminuir os mais de 50 mil assassinatos anuais que ocorrem no Brasil. A redução da criminalidade urbana seria uma das prioridades do discurso do candidato Eduardo Campos na campanha a presidente. Ele morreu hoje em acidente de avião em Santos. Essa era essa uma formas que o candidato buscava para se diferenciar dos seus concorrentes diretos, a candidata a presidente Dilma Rousseff e o tucano Aécio Neves.

No dia 13 de março, em Recife, Campos comandou pela última vez uma reunião do Comitê Gestor do Pacto pela Vida, iniciativa que introduziu no Estado em 2008 e que é apontada como um dos principais fatores na redução dos homicídios em Pernambuco. O governador avaliava que os resultados da queda dos homicídios poderia mostrar para os eleitores sua capacidade de bom líder e gestor.

Desde que assumiu o Governo, ele passou a se envolver pessoalmente com o tema, comandando mensalmente as reuniões do Pacto pela Vida, que ocorriam semanalmente na Secretaria de Planejamento do Estado. Recife, em 2006, era a capital mais violenta do País. A redução da taxa de homicídios começou a ocorrer em 2007 e, no ano passado, chegou a 29 homicídios por 100 mil habitantes, semelhantes à de 1981. A redução na capital acumula 66% em sete anos, enquanto no Estado chegou a 39%. A queda mais acentuada ocorreu em Recife justamente no ano passado, quando os homicídios diminuíram 24% em relação ao ano anterior. A capital pernambucana ficou 140 dias sem assassinatos.

Algumas medidas são apontadas pela equipe como as mais relevantes para a redução dos crimes. Pernambuco, por exemplo, foi dividido em 26 áreas assumidas conjuntamente por policiais militares e civis, o que estimulou a parceria entre as corporações. A medida foi semelhante à tomada em São Paulo em 1999. Nas reuniões semanais do Pacto pela Vida, esses policiais eram cobrados pelo cumprimento das metas e pelas soluções dos assassinatos em uma sala com mais de 50 pessoas, com a presença mensal do Governador. Os policiais das áreas campeãs de redução de homicídios passaram a receber bônus que podiam dobrar os salários.

Policiais do grupo de Atuações Especiais, que era considerado a unidade de elite local cuidando principalmente de sequestros, foram transferidos ao recém criado Departamento de Homicídio, que também se expandiu. Um dos focos dos investigadores de homicídios foi a Turma do Apito, formada por seguranças privados e que quase sempre tinha integrantes das polícias. Para garantir a ordem em seus territórios, a Turma do Apito matava, tema que fez parte, inclusive, do filme pernambucano O Som ao Redor. O extermínio provocava reação e grupos opositores se formavam, iniciando disputas territoriais intermináveis cujo combustível era a vingança. Segundo o Governo, mais de 500 integrantes desses grupos foram presos.

O principal, contudo, era seu papel de principal entusiasta do projeto, cobrando pessoalmente o cumprimento das metas.

Existiam também pontos vulneráveis na gestão da segurança de Campos, principalmente em relação ao sistema penitenciário. Nenhuma vaga foi construída em seu governo e o total de presos passou de 17 mil para 28 mil detentos. Uma das apostas era a construção de um complexo penitenciário em Itaquitinga com mais de 3 mil presos, via parceria público e privada. Mas a empresa responsável pela construção do presídio faliu e não acabou as obras. As facções, contudo, não chegaram ao status adquiridos em São Paulo. Por enquanto. Lá também são os presos que cuidam do dia a dia da prisão, a partir da figura do chaveiro, detento que, segundo aqueles que conhecem o sistema, coordena a rotina em cada um dos presídios. É também de dentro da prisão que o tráfico de drogas é gerido e se dissemina no Estado.

Entre as três principais metas que o candidato pretendia articular caso fosse eleito estavam:

1) Definir o arranjo do pacto federativo na área, estabelecendo mais claramente os papéis de estados e municípios no combate à criminalidade. Tornar a Federação uma das protagonistas nesse processo.

2) Aumentar e qualificar os investimentos em segurança pública

3) Criar uma estratégia nacional de combate ao homicídio

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18 Aug 02:00

Email Is Still the Best Thing on the Internet - The Atlantic

Adam Victor Brandizzi

Sim, e-mail é lindo.

You've still got mail, and you always will. (lansvision/Shutterstock)

All these people are trying to kill email. 

"E-mail is dead, or at least that’s what Silicon Valley is banking on," wrote Businessweek tech reporter Ashlee Vance.

There's the co-founder of Asana, the work software startup. Email has "become a counter-productivity tool,” Justin Rosenstein likes to say

Slack, the superhot work chat tool, likes to brag that they've "saved the world from over 70,000,000 emails" (if you assume that every five Slack messages prevent one email from getting its wings). 

And it's not just entrepreneurs with cloud software to sell. There are the young people, too, especially whatever we call the younger-than-Millennials.

Getting an email address was once a nerdy right of passage for Gen-Xers arriving on college campuses. Now, the kids are waging a war of indifference on poor old email, culling the weak and infirm old-people technology. One American professor maintained that, to his students, "e-mail was as antiquated as the spellings 'chuse' and 'musick' in the works by Cotton Mather and Jonathan Edwards." The vice-chancellor of Exeter University claimed, "There is no point in emailing students any more." The youth appear to think there are better, faster, more exciting ways to communicate than stupid email

Email is actually a tremendous open platform on which new, innovative things can and have been built.

Yet, despite all the prognosticators predicting it will—choose the violence level of your metaphor—go out of style, be put out to pasture, or taken out back and shotemail grinds on.

You can't kill email! It's the cockroach of the Internet, and I mean that as a compliment. This resilience is a good thing.

"There isn't much to sending or receiving email and that's sort of the point," observed Aaron Straup Cope, the Cooper-Hewitt Design Museum's Senior Engineer in Digital and Emerging Media. "The next time someone tells you email is 'dead,' try to imagine the cost of investing in their solution or the cost of giving up all the flexibility that email affords." 

Email is actually a tremendous, decentralized, open platform on which new, innovative things can and have been built. In that way, email represents a different model from the closed ecosystems we see proliferating across our computers and devices. 

Email is a refugee from the open, interoperable, less-controlled "web we lost." It's an exciting landscape of freedom amidst the walled gardens of social networking and messaging services.

Yes, email is exciting. Get excited! 

* * *

For all the changes occurring around email, the experience of email itself has been transformed, too. Email is not dying, but it is being unbundled

Because it developed  early in the history of the commercial Internet, email served as a support structure for many other developments in the web's history. This has kept email vitally important, but the downside is that the average inbox in the second decade of the century had become clogged with cruft. Too many tasks were bolted on to email's simple protocols.

Looking back on these transitional years from the 2020s, email will appear to people as a grab bag of mismatched services. 

Email was a newsfeed. With the proliferation of newsletters, email alerts, flash sale emails, and other email-delivered content, one's email client became a major site of media consumption. It was a feed as much as an inbox. 

Email was one's passport and identity. Before Facebook became a true alternative for verifying one's identity on the web, the email address was how one accomplished serious things on the Internet. Want to verify a bank account? Email. Amazon? Email. Forums? Email. Even Facebook in the early days? Email. And it meant something where your email address was hosted. FirstName@YourLastName.com signaled you owned a domain. A Hotmail account might indicate you were a beginner and a Well address connoted early Internet connectivity. For a time, Gmail addresses were a sign of sophistication. Now, both the functional and symbolic importance of email addresses is in decline. There are so many more ways to signal who we are online now.  

Email was the primary means of direct social communication on the Internet. Email was how to send a message to someone, period. BBSs, chat rooms, and message boards have existed for as long as email, but email formed the private links between people that undergirded the public channels, which evolved before and with the web. Now, there are a lot of ways to reach someone on the net. There is one's phone, Facebook profile, Twitter account, LinkedIn, Instagram, Qik, WhatsApp, etc., etc. It's telling that in the mobile world, app developers want access to a user's phone's contact list, not her email connections. 

Email was a digital package-delivery service. After FTP faded from popularity, but before Dropbox and Google Drive, email was the primary way to ship heavy digital documents around the Internet. The attachment was a key productivity tool for just about everyone, and it's hard to imagine an Internet without the ability to quickly append documents to a message. Needless to say, email is a less than ideal transmission or storage medium, relative to the new services.

Email was the primary mode of networked work communication. Most companies would have a hard time functioning without email, the French company Atos's successful email ban notwithstanding. And it's this last category of email service that so many companies are eager to reform. HootSuite's CEO laid out why in a Fast Company article in 2013: Email is, he said, unproductive, linear, not social, and paradoxically tends to create information silos. Plus, who doesn't want some enterprise budget? Many startups, tiring of or failing in the consumer space, need to pivot somewhere.


* * *

Looking at this list of email's many current uses, it is obvious that some of these tasks will leave its domain. Each person will get to choose whether they use email as their primary identity on the web. Work and simple social messaging will keep moving to other platforms, too. The same will be true of digital delivery, where many cloud-based solutions have already proved superior. 

So, what will be left of the inbox, then? 

I contend email might actually become what we thought it was: an electronic letter-writing platform.

My colleague Ian Bogost pointed out to me that we've used the metaphor of the mail to describe the kind of communication that goes on through these servers. But, in reality, email did not replace letters, but all classes of communications: phone calls, in-person encounters, memos, marketing pleas, etc.

Email has gotten much smarter and easier to use, while retaining its ubiquity and interoperability. But there is no one company promoting Email (TM), so those changes have gone unremarked upon.

The metaphor of electronic mail never fully fit how people use e-mail. But, now, perhaps it might. Email could become a home for the kinds of communications that come in the mail: letters from actual people, bills, personalized advertisements, and periodicals. 

This change might be accelerated by services like Gmail's Priority Inbox, which sorts mail neatly (and automatically) into categories, or Unroll.me, which allows users to bundle incoming impersonal communications like newsletters and commercial offers into one easy custom publication.

That is to say, our inboxes are getting smarter and smarter. Serious tools are being built to help us direct and manage what was once just a chronological flow, which people dammed with inadequate organization systems hoping to survive the flood. (Remember all the folders in desktop email clients!)

It's worth noting that spam, which once threatened to overrun our inboxes, has been made invisible by more sophisticated email filtering. I received hundreds of spam emails yesterday, and yet I didn't see a single one because Gmail and my Atlantic email filtered them all neatly out of my main inbox. At the same time, the culture of botty spam spread to every other corner of the Internet. I see spam comments on every website and spam Facebook pages and spam Twitter accounts every day. 

Email has gotten much smarter and easier to use, while retaining its ubiquity and interoperability. But there is no one company promoting Email (TM), so those changes have gone relatively unremarked upon.

This is what email used to be (Wikimedia).

But recall Hotmail in 1996 or Microsoft Outlook in 1999 or—and I know some nerds will hate me for saying this—Pine over a telnet connection in 1993. Compare it to Gmail today or Mailbox on an iPhone. The process of receiving email has gotten so much better, friendlier, and more sophisticated. 

And one last thing... This isn't something the originators of email ever could have imagined, but: email does mobile really well.

While the mobile web is a rusting scrapheap of unreadable text, broken advertisements, and janky layouts, normal emails look great on phones! They are super lightweight, so they download quickly over any kind of connection, and the tools to forward or otherwise deal with them are built expertly and natively into our mobile devices. 

All this to say, email has soaked up many of the great things about the current web. It's pretty. It's convenient. Algorithms work over the raw feed to simplify the flow of information. Email, generally, is mobile-friendly and renders beautifully on all devices. These are the things that the current generation of web companies strive to accomplish. And look at old email, doing all that effortlessly.

While email's continued evolution is significant, what it has retained from the old web sets it apart from the other pretty, convenient apps. Email is an open, interoperable protocol. Someone can use Google's service, spin up a server of her own, or send messages through Microsoft's enterprise software. And yet all of these people can communicate seamlessly. While various governments have done what they can to hassle or destroy anonymous email services in the post-Snowden world, email is one of the more defensible and private parts of the mainstream Internet experience, especially if one is willing to go through some extra security procedures.

Last, Silicon Valley startups seem to be able to offer the great experiences that they do because they centralize our information within their server farms. But email proves that this is not necessarily the case. Progress can come from much more distributed decision-making processes. The email protocol evolves based on the deliberations of the Internet Engineering Task Force, not by the fiat rule of a single company in Silicon Valley or New York.

And what's changing isn't a product that must be rolled out to all users, but an ecosystem that provides niches for all kinds of different emailers. 

Perhaps the way, then, to recover some of the old web, before the dominance of Apple, Google, Amazon, and Facebook, isn't to build new competitors to those companies, but to redouble our use and support of good old email.

Email—yes, email—is one way forward for a less commercial, less centralized web, and the best thing is, this beautiful cockroach of a social network is already living in all of our homes. 

Now, all we have to do is convince the kids that the real rebellion against the pressures of social media isn't to escape to the ephemerality of Snapchat, but to retreat to the private, relaxed confines of their email inboxes. 

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18 Aug 01:48

The couple who went on holiday for a week - and didn't come back for 16 years - Wales Online

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The married couple who set off for a week's sailing and finally returned more than 16 years later

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A married couple set off on a week’s sailing trip – and came back more than 16 years later.

Clive and Jane Green wanted to make sure they could live together in their cramped 35ft sailboat before tackling an ocean crossing.

But after a successful voyage to Spain the pair kept going and sailed around the world clocking up more than 51,000 nautical miles.

They set off from Pembrokeshire in 1998 and returned to the same marina last week after the adventure of a lifetime.

And their £16,500 yacht turned out to be a loveboat – they didn’t have single row in all that time.

Clive, 62, said: “We made a rule that if ever we fell out one of us had to leave the cabin and sit on the deck next to the mast.

“But in 16 years circumnavigating the globe it didn’t happen once.”

If they wanted a change of company the pair used black tape to make a face, which they called Will, on the back of their compass – long before the volleyball character Wilson in the Tom Hanks movie Castaway.

From Spain the pair sailed to the Cape Verde islands and then across the Atlantic to Barbados before island-hopping through the Caribbean.

They then sailed up the east coast of America calling into New York for a three-day shopping and sight-seeing trip.

After heading north to Canada they journeyed down to the Panama Canal, crossed the Pacific to Australasia, then sailed up through Indonesia to southeast Asia, over to India and through the Suez Canal to the Mediterranean where they have spent the last couple of years.

During the trip the pair lived with tribes in the South Pacific, saved an island’s economy by rescuing their clam harvest and navigated through pirate-infested waters off the East African coast.

They lived on £130 a week – bartering their few belongings for supplies to keep them going to their next port of call.

Their best swap was one of Jane’s Marks & Spencer bras for a whole sack full of fresh fruit and vegetables on a small island off Fiji.

Jane, 60, said: “The tribe didn’t speak any English so it was difficult to find out what we could trade.

“But one of the women suddenly lifted up her jumper to expose her bare breasts and I realised she needed a bra.

“I gave her a spare one of mine and we left with enough fruit and veg to last us a month.”

The pair, who spent almost £20,000 fitting out their boat, were helped along their way by the sailing community at the hundreds of marinas and anchorages they stopped off at during their amazing journey.

They survived up to 23 days at sea by desalinating seawater, wrapping potatoes individually in newspaper, keeping cheese in cooking oil and packing butter in mounds of salt.

The fridge on board was used to store just one commodity – bottles of Clive’s favourite beer.

When they left the Galapagos Islands they were given a bunch of 79 bananas which they hung from the stern of the boat to ripen, taking one each a day during the next leg of their journey.

Clive and Jane with Will - a face they created on the back of their compass if they wanted a change of company  

They even called in to Florida and moored up their boat – the Jane G, named after Jane – to have a couple of days at Disney World.

The couple had encounters with turtles, sting rays and, on the home leg just a few weeks ago, a giant Sei whale which was bigger than their Trident Challenger yacht.

They saw orangutans swinging from the trees in Borneo, swam with seals, studied Komodo dragons and watched sparks shooting into the night sky from an active volcano in Fiji.

Jane said: “We have been very lucky so see our planet in such an amazing way. We didn’t ever plan to sail around the world – it just happened.

“We would sail to a place and then through word-of-mouth from other sailors hear about somewhere else to go onto.

“That has been our life for the last 16 years – it’s been an amazing experience.”

Clive and Jane took early retirement to live their dream – he worked with a major utility company and she was a hospital microbiology technician.

The pair rented out their home in Abergavenny to fund the early part of their trip before their company pensions kicked in.

In the first years they could never afford to eat at a swanky marina restaurant but as the years have gone by the couple allowed themselves an occasional luxury.

Clive said: “It wasn’t a holiday – we were on a strict budget so that took some getting used to.

“If we had a problem with the boat we had to fix it ourselves – Jane is just as capable as me, there’s nothing on this boat she can’t do.

“And she’s a lot better at sewing sails than I am.”

The couple visited 51 different countries during their voyage and spent two years in Australia and another 18 months in New Zealand where they bought a van for £180 to tour both islands for six weeks.

The living area on the couple's boat Jane G  

After seeing the world the couple reckon the Americans are the most helpful people on the planet and the Malaysians the most honourable.

The pair believe Britain’s two greatest exports are the Royal family and football.

Clive said: “Wherever we went I took a football to have a kick around on the beach with the kids in coastal villages.

“The grown-ups would see us and think ‘He’s not a bad chap’ and we would always get a warm welcome.”

The couple say they were never bothered by storms or when the sea got a “bit lumpy”.

Apart from Clive suffering a tooth abscess and slicing off the tip of his finger on the galley table they survived without a scrape.

Their biggest scare was being followed by a boat in waters inhabited by Somali pirates.

But it turned out to be an Eritrean fishing boat with a crewman on board who had a severe gash to his leg.

Clive said: “It wasn’t very brave of me but I watched as Jane hopped onto their boat to clean and dress the wound before we waved them on their way.”

The pair, who don’t have children, arrived back in Neyland Marina, near Milford Haven, to be greeted by friends Wendy Abbs and Ian Bevan who had cast them off 16 years, one month and two days earlier.

Clive said: “We really had gone full circle – all the way around the world at an average speed of 4.5mph.

“It is good to be home to see all our family and friends and we have promised ourselves to spend a few months getting to know them all again.”

But the pair are already planning their next adventure on a wide-beamed boat through the canals of Europe.

Wales News Service

More Welsh adventure stories

I did it! Welsh adventurer Ash goes it alone and walks 1,500 miles into the record books

Welsh adventurer becomes first person ever to cross Britain in a straight line

Tori James first to complete longest sea kayak in UK history

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18 Aug 01:48

The Problem With Minimalism | The Art of Manliness

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While taking most of this week off from posting in order to get through a backlog of to-dos, I’ve also been working on a post for Monday about how redundancies can increase your antifragility. While I’ll explain what I mean next week, I thought I’d anticipate one objection to such an argument: it contradicts the philosophy of minimalism – the commitment to not having any “unnecessary” stuff in your life. Long story short: I was going to address that in the redundancy post itself, but it’s become apparent to me that it would be better as a separate post ahead of time. So let’s do it.

Minimalism is a lifestyle/movement that’s been around for centuries, and waxes and wanes as part of the cultural zeitgeist. Several years ago it resurfaced in a big way. Blogs about being zen and simple living rocketed up in popularity, and people started taking the “100 Thing Challenge.”

Minimalism has even been touted a couple times on this very blog, and I really like the idea of it as a whole. There is something very inspiring about living Spartanly, and there are some definite benefits to doing so. It helps you not get caught up in the consumerism trap, and keeping your life free of excess stuff unburdens your mind from that weight, allows you to be mobile and travel light, and helps you save money and focus on that which is really valuable.

But, it’s one of those things that can be taken too far. Despite a desire I sometimes get to embrace minimalism wholly, there have always been a few things that have made me uncomfortable about it:

Strict minimalism is largely for the well-off…

What first got me thinking more critically about minimalism was an article I read a few years back in the New York Times, which begins thusly:

I LIVE in a 420-square-foot studio. I sleep in a bed that folds down from the wall. I have six dress shirts. I have 10 shallow bowls that I use for salads and main dishes. When people come over for dinner, I pull out my extendable dining room table. I don’t have a single CD or DVD and I have 10 percent of the books I once did.

The author of the piece, Graham Hill, then goes on to explain how his current lifestyle is a big departure from how he had formerly carried on. Having come into a huge windfall after selling an internet start-up in the 90s, Hill indulged in big-ticket purchases and found his life inundated with stuff. That all changed when he fell in love with a woman from Andorra, and he packed his possessions in a backpack to follow her around the world. By traveling light, he was able to reevaluate his relationship with mere stuff, and now intentionally lives “small.”

I both enjoyed Hill’s story and felt bugged by it, and I couldn’t figure out the reason for my latter reaction until I came across a little essay by Charlie Lloyd:

Wealth is not a number of dollars. It is not a number of material possessions. It’s having options and the ability to take on risk.

If you see someone on the street dressed like a middle-class person (say, in clean jeans and a striped shirt), how do you know whether they’re lower middle class or upper middle class? I think one of the best indicators is how much they’re carrying.

Lately I’ve been mostly on the lower end of middle class (although I’m kind of unusual along a couple axes). I think about this when I have to deal with my backpack, which is considered déclassé in places like art museums. My backpack has my three-year-old laptop. Because it’s three years old, the battery doesn’t last long and I also carry my power supply. It has my paper and pens, in case I want to write or draw, which is rarely. It has a cable to charge my old phone. It has gum and sometimes a snack. Sunscreen and a water bottle in summer. A raincoat and gloves in winter. Maybe a book in case I get bored.

If I were rich, I would carry a MacBook Air, an iPad mini as a reader, and my wallet. My wallet would serve as everything else that’s in my backpack now. Go out on the street and look, and I bet you’ll see that the richer people are carrying less.

As with carrying, so with owning in general. Poor people don’t have clutter because they’re too dumb to see the virtue of living simply; they have it to reduce risk.

When rich people present the idea that they’ve learned to live lightly as a paradoxical insight, they have the idea of wealth backwards. You can only have that kind of lightness through wealth.

If you buy food in bulk, you need a big fridge. If you can’t afford to replace all the appliances in your house, you need several junk drawers. If you can’t afford car repairs, you might need a half-gutted second car of a similar model up on blocks, where certain people will make fun of it and call you trailer trash.

Please, if you are rich, stop explaining the idea of freedom from stuff as if it’s a trick that even you have somehow mastered.

The only way to own very little and be safe is to be rich.

Basically, minimalism is largely something only well-off people can afford to pursue, because their wealth provides a cushion of safety. If they get rid of something, and then need it later, they’ll just buy it again. They don’t need to carry much else besides a wallet when they’re out and about; if they need something, they’ll just buy it on the fly. No sweat. If you’re not so well-off, however, having duplicates of your possessions can be necessary, even if such back-ups ruin the aesthetics of owning just 100 possessions. 

…and philosopher bachelors.

It is true that there have been exceptions to this rule throughout history — men who have been both intentionally poor and dedicated minimalists. They simply do not care for possessions, or what will happen to their bodies if they lose them; if they have to live on the street and beg for their supper, so be it. Certainly there is something inspiring about this kind of commitment, but it comes with a couple caveats.

First, these men have almost invariably been bachelors – philosophers, monks, spiritual teachers, and the like. Still today, the vast majority of lifestyle design gurus and minimalist converts are men without children.

Now people can debate all the day long about whether this is perhaps the way every man should go – holding on to the freedom to do whatever you’d like, indefinitely. But for those who are immovable in the conviction that family constitutes the greatest happiness in life, strict minimalism becomes, if not impossible, then highly undesirable. I could have my children sleep in a cardboard box and use a twig as a teething toy, but there are a good number of accouterments that make rearing one’s rugrats infinitely easier.

Second, the ranks of even history’s most supposedly hardiest minimalists are fewer in number than legend might have us believe. For just one example, Henry David Thoreau is often looked to as the high priest of minimalism (“Simplify, simplify, simplify!”). While he did indeed live sparsely while at Walden Pond (though his family often brought him meals), he spent most of the remainder of his life occupying the attic of his parents’ comfortable, well-appointed home! He enjoyed quite the safety net. So too, he amassed a large collection of both books and natural specimens that cluttered his living quarters, and he took much joy in these collections.

Minimalism still makes stuff the focus of your life!

The great irony of minimalism is that while it purports to free you from a focus on stuff, it still makes stuff the focus of your life! The materialist concentrates on how to accumulate things, while the minimalist concentrates on how to get rid of those things…ultimately they’re both centering their thoughts on stuff. It’s like a compulsive overeater and a bulimic. One thoroughly enjoys eating, and stuffs his face whenever and wherever he can. The other eats, hates himself for eating, and then purges it out. But they’re both obsessed with food. The satisfying “high” one gets from decluttering has always struck me as a little unsettling (though I experience it myself!); you accumulate stuff, and then revel in purging it out of your life, only to quite often repeat the cycle once more. What a weird First World phenomena.

A Moderate Minimalism

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As I said at the beginning, I think minimalism is a great thing, just not when taken to extremes. A man should have a healthy relationship with his possessions, and that means getting into the right mindset about them, and then not thinking about them very much at all. Most of the great men I admire from history knew what they needed and enjoyed (check out their libraries and studies). They accumulated things that were both practical and simply brought them pleasure. They bought things that were well-made and wouldn’t have to be replaced over and over. They didn’t hoard or surround themselves with junk. They didn’t go overboard and stretch their budget to keep up with the Joneses. And they didn’t have to make a philosophy on stuff central to their lives, because they had too much else going on to need it. They didn’t have time to worry if 103 possessions might be too many, if their huge library of books should be reduced, if their studio full of art supplies was too cluttered, or if a room dedicated to hunting trophies might be weighing down their psyche. But they were minimalists where it mattered: in paring down the time-wasters and soul-suckers that would hold them back from creating a rich, manly legacy.

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18 Aug 01:46

This is exactly why X-Files is better than CSI

18 Aug 00:49

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18 Aug 00:49

Eleição no Rio Grande do Sul tem divisão capital X interior

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Com ex-prefeitos e candidatos identificados com certas partes do Estado, a disputa pelo governo do Rio Grande do Sul apresenta resultados diferentes dependendo da região, segundo pesquisa do Datafolha.

De acordo com levantamento do instituto feito entre terça (12) e quinta-feira (14), o governador Tarso Genro (PT) tem seus melhores resultados em Porto Alegre, onde já foi prefeito duas vezes e o partido tem vasta tradição.

No geral, a senadora Ana Amélia Lemos (PP) lidera por 39% a 30%. Na capital gaúcha, Tarso está empatado, com 32% das intenções de voto contra 31%.

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Senadora Ana Amélia (PP) e governador Tarso Genro (PT), rivais na disputa pelo governo gaúcho – Fotos: Edu Andrade/Folhapress (esq.) e Pedro Ladeira/Folhapress

Igualmente identificado com a cidade, Vieira da Cunha (PDT) também tem desempenho melhor quando o foco é apenas Porto Alegre. No Estado, ele tem 3%. Na capital, seu índice passa para 9%.

Situação oposta ocorre com o candidato José Ivo Sartori (PMDB), que foi prefeito de Caxias do Sul entre 2005 e 2012. O peemedebista, terceiro colocado na pesquisa geral, com 7%, melhora seu desempenho fora de Porto Alegre.

Levando em conta apenas municípios entre 200 mil e 500 mil habitantes, faixa que inclui Caxias do Sul, ele passa a ter 12% das intenções de voto.

Ana Amélia não tem uma ligação com uma parte específica do Rio Grande do Sul. Nascida em Lagoa Vermelha (nordeste gaúcho), ela morou por décadas em Brasília, onde trabalhava como jornalista. Em 2010, trocou a TV e o rádio pela política.

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18 Aug 00:48

Quote For The Day

by Dish Staff
by Matthew Sitman

“For me … it’s part of a larger question, which is ‘Why are things the way they are?’ That’s what we scientists try to find out, in terms of deep laws. We don’t yet have what I call a final theory. When we do, it might shed some light on the question of why there is anything at all. The laws of nature might dictate that there has to be something. For example, those laws might not allow for empty space as a stable state. But that wouldn’t take away the wonder. You’d still have to ask, ‘Why are the laws that way, rather than some other way?’ I think we’re permanently doomed to that sense of mystery. And I don’t think belief in God helps. I’ve said it before and I’ll repeat it. If by ‘God’ you have something definite in mind – a being that is loving, or jealous or whatever – then you’re faced with the question of why God’s that way and not another way. And if you don’t have anything very definite in mind when you talk about ‘God’ being behind the existence of the universe, then why even use the word? So I think religion doesn’t help. It’s part of the human tragedy: we’re faced with a mystery we can’t understand,” – physicist Steven Weinberg, responding to the eponymous question of Jim Holt’s Why Does the World Exist? An Existential Detective Story.

16 Aug 17:22

Only Stupid People Call People Stupid

Paul Krugman likes to call people stupid liars. Laurence Kotlikoff gets a little mad about it, but my colleague Noah Smith says he shouldn’t:

In the end, I think people overreact to the "stupid" insult because, as a society, we use arguments the wrong way. We tend to treat arguments like debate competitions -- two people argue in front of a crowd, and whoever wins gets the love and adoration of the crowd, and whoever loses goes home defeated and shamed. I guess that's better than seeing arguments as threats of physical violence, but I still prefer the idea of arguing as a way to learn, to bounce ideas off of other people. Proving you're smart is a pointless endeavor (unless you're looking for a job), and is an example of what Stanford University psychologist Carol Dweck calls a "fixed mindset." As the band Sparks once sang, "Everybody's stupid -- that's for sure." What matters is going in the right direction -- becoming less stupid, little by little.

It’s a noble sentiment, but I have to side with Professor Kotlikoff on this one: We shouldn’t call people stupid. And when other people resort to name calling, we should discourage them by expressing public disapproval, because calling people stupid . . . makes people stupid.

I mean, I agree with Noah on one point; it doesn’t particularly bother me when people call me stupid. Either it’s true or it’s not, and if it’s not, I revise my opinion of the speaker downward and move on, though possibly not until after several further downgrades.

On the other hand, it took me a long time to get to the point where I didn’t mind that strangers were yelling at me on the Internet, and I recognize that my attitude is not normal. Most people get mad when you say they’re stupid, and when they’re mad, they’re not listening. Neither is anyone else who likes the person you just said was stupid. So congratulations: In one fell swoop, you have guaranteed that no one who disagrees with you will hear a word that you are saying.

Ultimately, calling people stupid is simply a performance for the fellow travelers in your audience. It’s a way that we can all come together and agree that we don’t have to engage with some argument, because the person making it is a bovine lackwit without the basic intellectual equipment to come in out of the rain. So the first message it sends -- “don’t listen to opposing arguments” -- is a stupid message that is hardly going to make anyone smarter.

The second message it sends is even worse: “If he’s stupid, then we, who disagree with him, are the opposite of stupid, and can rest steady in the assurance of our cognitive superiority.” Feeding your own arrogance is an expansive, satisfying feeling. It is also the feeling of you getting stupider.

I’m always fascinated by the number of people who proudly build columns, tweets, blog posts or Facebook posts around the same core statement: “I don’t understand how anyone could (oppose legal abortion/support a carbon tax/sympathize with the Palestinians over the Israelis/want to privatize Social Security/insert your pet issue here)." It’s such an interesting statement, because it has three layers of meaning.

The first layer is the literal meaning of the words: I lack the knowledge and understanding to figure this out. But the second, intended meaning is the opposite: I am such a superior moral being that I cannot even imagine the cognitive errors or moral turpitude that could lead someone to such obviously wrong conclusions. And yet, the third, true meaning is actually more like the first: I lack the empathy, moral imagination or analytical skills to attempt even a basic understanding of the people who disagree with me.

In short, “I’m stupid.” Something that few people would ever post so starkly on their Facebook feeds.

To me, calling other people stupid is simply a variant of this. It’s notable that very smart people rarely address this insult to people who actually have deep cognitive limitations. No, it’s usually said about people who have an IQ of at least 120, and it is best said to someone who is obviously very accomplished and has a reputation for being a serious thinker in their field. Because obviously that feeling of swelling superiority is much sweeter and stronger if we’re agreeing that we’re all well above someone who’s pretty good at what they do.

Calling other people stupid is, of course, a great deal of fun -- who doesn’t like that giddy, expansive feeling, or the admiration of our ideological compatriots? But crack cocaine is also a lot of fun (I hear). It’s still bad for you, and you shouldn’t do it.

Groups of like-minded people sitting around admiring each other’s brilliant taste in ideologies and meditating on what swinish louts occupy the other side of the argument are about the most uninteresting and unproductive situations I can imagine short of a Milli Vanilli reunion tour. While we’re all discussing our fantastic intellectual powers, we’re not considering the possible weaknesses in our own argument or figuring out how to address them. And of course we’re widening the partisan divide that already makes this great nation of ours very difficult to effectively govern. So we should Just Say No to the use of “stupid” in public debate -- and say “bad form” to the people who use it.

To contact the writer of this article: Megan McArdle at mmcardle3@bloomberg.net.

To contact the editor responsible for this article: Brooke Sample at bsample1@bloomberg.net.

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16 Aug 13:35

The Gangster's Guide to Upward Mobility

Adam Victor Brandizzi

Fascinante / assustador como o crime e a violência servem para crescimento pessoal e familiar, além de prover serviços reais à comunidade... desde que o criminoso não seja de uma categoria específica de pessoas.

Italian mobsters climbed by way of crime. For black criminals, the story has changed. Italian mobsters climbed by way of crime. For black criminals, the story has changed. Credit Illustration by Leslie Herman.

In 1964, the anthropologist Francis Ianni was introduced to a man in a congressional waiting room. His name was Philip Alcamo. People called him Uncle Phil, and he was, in the words of the person who made the introduction, “a business leader from New York City and an outstanding Italian-American.” Uncle Phil was in his early sixties, twenty years older than Ianni. He was wealthy and charming and told Runyonesque stories about the many characters he knew from the old neighborhood, in Brooklyn. The two became friends. “He spoke the lobbyist’s language, but with a genial disdain for Washington manners and morals,” Ianni later wrote. “He was always very good in those peculiar Washington conversations in which people try to convince each other how much they really know about what is going on in the government, because he generally did know.”

Ianni was by nature an adventurous man. He had two pet wolves, called Remus and Romulus. He once drove his young family from Addis Ababa to Nairobi in a Volkswagen microbus. (“I cannot tell you how many times we broke down,” his son Juan recalls. “I remember my father fixing the generator by moonlight, and the nuts and bolts falling into the sand.”) Uncle Phil fascinated him. At dinners and social functions, Ianni met the other families in the business syndicate whose interests Uncle Phil represented in Washington—the Tuccis, the Salemis, and, at the heart of the organization, the Lupollos. When Ianni moved to New York to take a position at Columbia University, he asked Uncle Phil if he could write about the Lupollo clan. Phil was “neither surprised nor distressed,” Ianni recounted, but advised him that he should “tell each member of the family what I was about only when it was necessary to ask questions or seek specific pieces of information.” And for the next three years he watched and learned—all of which he memorably described in his 1972 book, “A Family Business: Kinship and Social Control in Organized Crime.”

The Lupollos were not really called the Lupollos, of course; nor was Uncle Phil really named Philip Alcamo. Ianni changed names and identifying details in his published work. The patriarch of the Lupollo clan he called Giuseppe. Giuseppe was born in the eighteen-seventies in the Corleone district of western Sicily. He came to New York in 1902, with his wife and their two young sons, and settled in Little Italy. He imported olive oil and ran an “Italian bank,” which was used for loan-sharking operations. When a loan could not be repaid, he would take an equity stake in his debtor’s business. He started a gambling operation, and moved into bootlegging; during Prohibition, the business branched out into trucking, garbage collection, food products, and real estate. He recruited close relatives to help him build his businesses—first, his wife’s cousin Cosimo Salemi, then his son, Joe, then his daughter-in-law’s brother, Phil Alcamo, and then the husband of his granddaughter, Pete Tucci. “From all accounts, he was a patriarch, at once kindly and domineering,” Ianni wrote of Giuseppe. “Within the family, all important decisions were reserved for him. . . . Outside of the family, he was feared and respected.” The family moved from Little Italy to a row house in Brooklyn, and from there—one by one—to Queens and Long Island, as its enterprise grew to encompass eleven businesses totalling tens of millions of dollars in assets.

“A Family Business” was the real-life version of “The Godfather,” the movie adaptation of which was released the same year. But Ianni’s portrait was markedly different from the romanticized accounts of Mafia life that have subsequently dominated popular culture. There were no blood oaths in Ianni’s account, or national commissions or dark conspiracies. There was no splashy gunplay. No one downed sambuca shots at Jilly’s, on West Fifty-second Street, with Frank Sinatra. The Lupollos lived modestly. Ianni gives little evidence, in fact, that the four families had any grand criminal ambitions beyond the illicit operations they ran out of storefronts in Brooklyn. Instead, from Giuseppe’s earliest days in Little Italy, the Lupollo clan was engaged in a quiet and determined push toward respectability.

By 1970, Ianni calculated, there were forty-two fourth-generation members of the Lupollo-Salemi-Alcamo-Tucci family—of which only four were involved in the family’s crime businesses. The rest were firmly planted in the American upper middle class. A handful of the younger members of that generation were in private schools or in college. One was married to a judge’s son, another to a dentist. One was completing a master’s degree in psychology; another was a member of the English department at a liberal-arts college. There were several lawyers, a physician, and a stockbroker. Uncle Phil’s son Basil was an accountant, who lived on an estate in the posh Old Westbury section of Long Island’s North Shore. “His daughter rides and shows her own horses,” Ianni wrote, “and his son has some reputation as an up-and-coming young yachtsman.” Uncle Phil, meanwhile, lived in Manhattan, collected art, and frequented the opera. “The Lupollos love to tell of old Giuseppe’s wife Annunziata visiting Phil’s apartment,” Ianni wrote. “Her comment on the lavish collection of paintings was ‘manga nu Santa’ (‘not even one saint’s picture’).”

The moral of the “Godfather” movies was that the Corleone family, conceived in crime, could never escape it. “Just when I thought I was out,” Michael Corleone says, “they pull me back in.” The moral of “A Family Business” was the opposite: that for the Lupollos and the Tuccis and the Salemis and the Alcamos—and, by extension, many other families just like them—crime was the means by which a group of immigrants could transcend their humble origins. It was, as the sociologist James O’Kane put it, the “crooked ladder” of social mobility.

Six decades ago, Robert K. Merton argued that there was a series of ways in which Americans responded to the extraordinary cultural emphasis that their society placed on getting ahead. The most common was “conformity”: accept the social goal (the American dream) and also accept the means by which it should be pursued (work hard and obey the law). The second strategy was “ritualism”: accept the means (work hard and obey the law) but reject the goal. That’s the approach of the Quakers or the Amish or of any other religious group that substitutes its own moral agenda for that of the broader society. There was also “retreatism” and “rebellion”—rejecting both the goal and the means. It was the fourth adaptation, however, that Merton found most interesting: “innovation.” Many Americans—particularly those at the bottom of the heap—believed passionately in the promise of the American dream. They didn’t want to bury themselves in ritualism or retreatism. But they couldn’t conform: the kinds of institutions that would reward hard work and promote advancement were closed to them. So what did they do? They innovated: they found alternative ways of pursuing the American dream. They climbed the crooked ladder.

All three of the great waves of nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century European immigrants to America innovated. Irish gangsters dominated organized crime in the urban Northeast in the mid to late nineteenth century, followed by the Jewish gangsters—Meyer Lansky, Arnold Rothstein, and Dutch Schultz, among others. Then it was the Italians’ turn. They were among the poorest and the least skilled of the immigrants of that era. Crime was one of the few options available for advancement. The point of the crooked-ladder argument and “A Family Business” was that criminal activity, under those circumstances, was not rebellion; it wasn’t a rejection of legitimate society. It was an attempt to join in.

When Ianni’s book came out, there was widespread speculation among Mafia experts about who the Lupollos really were. One guess was that they were descendants of the crime family originally founded by Giuseppe Morello and Ignazio (Lupo) Saietta in the early nineteen-hundreds. (Lupo plus Morello equals Lupollo.) If that is the case, then the origins of the Lupollos were distinctly unsavory. Morello and Saietta were members of the Black Hand, the name given to bands of Southern Italian immigrants who engaged in crude acts of extortion—threatening merchants with bodily injury if protection money wasn’t paid. Saietta was thought to be responsible for ordering as many as sixty murders; people in Little Italy, it was said, would cross themselves at the mention of his name.

During Prohibition, the Lupollo gang moved into bootlegging. The vehicles that were used in the liquor trade became the basis for a trucking business. Gambling money went to family bankers, who directed the funds to Brooklyn Eagle Realty and other legal investments. “After the money from gambling is ‘cleansed’ by reinvestment in legal activities,” Ianni wrote, “the profit is then reinvested in loan-sharking.”

Ianni didn’t romanticize what he saw. He didn’t pretend that the crooked ladder was the principal means of economic mobility in America, or the most efficient. It was simply a fact of American life. He saw the pattern being repeated in New York City during the nineteen-seventies, as the city’s demographics changed. The Lupollos’ gambling operations in Harlem had been taken over by African-Americans. In Brooklyn, the family had been forced to enter into a franchise arrangement with blacks and Puerto Ricans, limiting themselves to providing capital and arranging for police protection. “Things here in Brooklyn aren’t good for us now,” Uncle Phil told Ianni. “We’re moving out, and they’re moving in. I guess it’s their turn now.” In the early seventies, Ianni recruited eight black and Puerto Rican ex-cons—all of whom had gone to prison for organized-crime activities—to be his field assistants, and they came back with a picture of organized crime in Harlem that looked a lot like what had been going on in Little Italy seventy years earlier, only with drugs, rather than bootleg alcohol, as the currency of innovation. The newcomers, he predicted, would climb the ladder to respectability just as their predecessors had done. “It was toward the end of the Lupollo study that I became convinced that organized crime was a functional part of the American social system and should be viewed as one end of a continuum of business enterprises with legitimate business at the other end,” Ianni wrote. Fast-forward two generations and, with any luck, the grandchildren of the loan sharks and the street thugs would be riding horses in Old Westbury. It had happened before. Wouldn’t it happen again?

This is one of the questions at the heart of the sociologist Alice Goffman’s extraordinary new book, “On the Run: Fugitive Life in an American City.” The story she tells, however, is very different.

When Goffman was a sophomore at the University of Pennsylvania, she began tutoring an African-American high-school student named Aisha, who lived in a low-income neighborhood that she calls 6th Street, not far from campus. (Goffman, like Ianni, altered names and details.) Through Aisha, she met a group of part-time crack dealers and was soon drawn into their world. She asked them if she could follow them around and write about their lives. They agreed. She had taken an apartment close by and lived in the neighborhood for the next six years, profiling the lives of people who, in many ways, were the modern-day equivalents of old Giuseppe Lupollo, in his earliest days on the streets of Little Italy.

At the center of Goffman’s story are two close friends: Mike and Chuck. Mike’s mother worked two and sometimes three jobs, which meant that he was well off by the standards of the neighborhood. His mother’s house was immaculate. Chuck was a senior in high school when he and Goffman met. He had two younger brothers, Reggie and Tim, both of whom were devoted to him. Chuck had a harder time of it; he lived in the basement of his family’s derelict row house, where, Goffman writes, “sometimes the rats bit him, but at least he had his own space.”

Goffman immersed herself in the 6th Street community. Her school friends dropped away. Chuck and Mike—and occasionally another friend of theirs, Steven—eventually moved in with her, sleeping on two couches in the living room. She lived through a war between her friends on 6th Street and the “4th Street Boys.” One day, Mike came home with seven bullet holes in the side of his car. (“We hid it in a shed so the cops wouldn’t see,” she writes.) Goffman, Mike, and Chuck would text one another every half hour, to make sure each was still alive:

You good?

Yeah.

Okay.

Chuck did not survive the gang war. At the end of the book, Goffman attaches a fifty-page “Methodological Note,” in which she describes the night that he was shot in the head outside a Chinese restaurant. The passages are devastating. She came running to the hospital room where his body lay. “I cried to him and told him that I loved him,” she writes. Then Chuck’s girlfriend, Tanesha, and his friend Alex arrived. “Tanesha was talking to him and telling Alex and me what she saw: how he moved his arm because he was fighting, he always was a fighter; how she had followed the ambulance here. How could he leave her and leave his girls? She noticed that his body was beginning to grow stiff.” Tanesha began to cry softly. “You are my baby,” she said. “Why did you leave me?” Finally, gathered around Chuck’s bed, Goffman writes,

we talked about bringing Reggie home from county jail on a funeral furlough. I said that if Reggie came home, all he was gonna do was go shoot someone, and Alex said, “Please—somebody gon’ die regardless,” and Mike nodded his head in agreement, and Tanesha too. Alex counted one, two, three, four with his fingers. The number of people who would die.

Chuck and Mike were criminals: they were complicit in the barbarism of the drug trade. But, in the Mertonian sense, they were also innovators. Goffman describes how they craved success in mainstream society. They tried to get an education and legitimate jobs, only to find themselves thwarted. Selling crack was a business they entered into only because they believed that all other doors were closed to them. In Chuck’s case, his mother had a serious crack habit. He began dealing at thirteen in order to buy food for the family and to “regulate” his mother’s addiction; if he was her supplier, he figured, she wouldn’t have to turn tricks or sell household possessions to pay for drugs. Chuck’s criminal activities were an attempt to bring some degree of normalcy to his family.

The problem was that on 6th Street crime didn’t pay. Often, Chuck and Mike had no drugs to sell: “their supplier had gotten arrested or was simply unavailable, or the money they owed this ‘connect’ had been seized from their pockets by the police during a stop and search.” And, if they did have drugs, the odds of evading arrest were small. The police saturated 6th Street. Each day, Goffman saw the officers stop young men on the streets, search cars, and make arrests. In her first eighteen months of following Mike and Chuck, she writes:

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I watched the police break down doors, search houses and question, arrest, or chase people through houses fifty-two times. Nine times, police helicopters circled overhead and beamed searchlights onto local streets. I noted blocks taped off and traffic redirected as police searched for evidence . . . seventeen times. Fourteen times during my first eighteen months of near daily observation, I watched the police punch, choke, kick, stomp on, or beat young men with their nightsticks.

Years later, when Chuck went through his high-school yearbook with Goffman, he identified almost half the boys in his freshman class as currently in jail or prison. Between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-seven, Mike had spent three and a half years behind bars. He was on probation or parole for eighty-seven weeks of the hundred and thirty-nine weeks that he was out of prison, and made fifty-one court appearances.

The police buried the local male population under a blizzard of arrest warrants: some were “body” warrants for suspected crimes, but most were bench and technical warrants for failure to appear in court or to pay court fees, or for violations of probation or parole. Getting out from under the weight of warrants was so difficult that many young men in the neighborhood lived their lives as fugitives. Mike spent a total of thirty-five weeks on the run, steering clear of friends and loved ones, moving around by night. The young men of the neighborhood avoided hospitals, because police officers congregate there, running checks on those seeking treatment for injuries. Instead, they turned to a haphazard black market for their medical care. The police would set up a tripod camera outside funerals, to record the associates of young men murdered on the streets. The local police, the A.T.F., the F.B.I., and the U.S. Marshals Service all had special warrant units, using computer-mapping software, cell-phone tracking, and intelligence from every conceivable database: Social Security records, court records, hospital-admission records, electricity and gas bills, and employment records. “You hear them coming, that’s it, you gone,” Chuck tells his little brother. “Period. ’Cause whoever they looking for, even if it’s not you, nine times out of ten they’ll probably book you.” Goffman sometimes saw young children playing the age-old game of cops and robbers in the street, only the child acting the part of the robber wouldn’t even bother to run away:

I saw children give up running and simply stick their hands behind their back, as if in handcuffs; push their body up against a car without being asked; or lie flat on the ground and put their hands over their head. The children yelled, “I’m going to lock you up! I’m going to lock you up, and you ain’t never coming home!” I once saw a six-year-old pull another child’s pants down to do a “cavity search.”

When read alongside Ianni, what is striking about Goffman’s book is not the cultural difference between being an Italian thug in the early part of the twentieth century and being an African-American thug today. It’s the role of law enforcement in each era. Chuck’s high-school education ended prematurely after he was convicted of aggravated assault in a schoolyard fight. Another boy called Chuck’s mother a crack whore, and he pushed his antagonist’s face into the snow. In a previous generation, this dispute would not have ended up in the legal system. Until the nineteen-seventies, outstanding warrants in the city of Philadelphia were handled by a two-man team, who would sit in an office during the evening hours and make telephone calls to the homes of people on their list. Anyone stopped by the police could show a fake I.D. Today, there are computers and sometimes even fingerprint machines in squad cars. Between 1960 and 2000, the ratio of police officers to Philadelphia residents rose by almost seventy per cent.

In the previous era, according to Goffman, the police “turned a fairly blind eye” to prostitution, drug dealing, and gambling in poor black neighborhoods. But in the late nineteen-eighties, she writes, “corruption seems to have been largely eliminated as a general practice, at least in the sense of people working at the lower levels of the drug trade paying the police to leave them in peace.”

The Lupollos, of course, routinely paid the police to leave them in peace, as did the other crime families of their day. They got the benefit of law enforcement’s “blind eye.” Ianni observed that, in Giuseppe’s lifetime, “no immediate member of the Lupollo clan had ever been arrested.” Uncle Phil hung out in Washington, in a blue suit. “I have met judges, commissioners, members of federal regulatory bodies, and congressmen socially when I have been with Phil Alcamo,” Ianni wrote. At such meetings, “Phil openly discusses the needs of the family where government is concerned and often asks for advice or favors. He also suggests favorable business investments or land-purchase opportunities and will ‘put someone in touch with someone who can do something for them.’ ” Apparently, no one in Washington during that period found anything unusual about a Mafia capo openly discussing “the needs of the family where government is concerned” and suggesting “favorable business investments” for the politicians and regulators whom he was lobbying.

The Federal Witness Protection Program did not yet exist; federal wiretaps weren’t admissible in court. Only the F.B.I. was properly equipped to tackle organized crime, and under J. Edgar Hoover the bureau saw targeting Communism and political subversion as its primary mandate. “As late as 1959, the FBI’s New York field office had only 10 agents assigned to organized crime compared to over one hundred and forty agents pursuing a dwindling population of Communists,” the attorney C. Alexander Hortis writes, in “The Mob and the City.” In the unlikely event that a mobster was arrested, Hortis points out, he could expect to walk. Between 1960 and 1970, forty-four per cent of indictments of organized-crime figures in courts around New York City were dismissed before trial. In that same ten-year period, five hundred and thirty-six mobsters were arrested on felony charges, but only thirty-seven ended up in prison.

Hortis retells the story of the famous Apalachin incident, in 1957, when several dozen mobsters from around the country gathered at the upstate New York property of Joseph Barbara, Sr., for a weekend retreat. The get-together was broken up by the police. Some of the mobsters ran into the surrounding woods—and the resulting arrests led to congressional hearings and headlines. How did this happen? By chance, a detective ran into Barbara’s son at a local motel and eavesdropped on his conversation. He drove by the Barbara estate, saw lots of fancy cars, ran their plates, and called in reinforcements. The subsequent grand-jury investigation, Hortis says, was a “farce.” One mobster claimed that he had dropped in while on an olive-oil sales trip. Another said that he had had car trouble. A third said that he had heard there was free food. Twenty mobsters were convicted on conspiracy charges, and all twenty convictions were reversed on appeal.

That’s why the crooked ladder worked as well as it did. The granddaughter could end up riding horses because the law—whether from indifference, incompetence, or corruption—left her gangster grandfather alone.

The idea that, in the course of a few generations, the gangster can give way to an equestrian is perhaps the hardest part of the innovation argument to accept. We have become convinced of the opposite trajectory: the benign low-level drug dealer becomes the malignant distributor and then the brutal drug lord. The blanket policing imposed on 6th Street is justified by the idea that, left unchecked, Mike and Chuck will get worse. Their delinquency will metastasize. The crooked-ladder theorists looked at the Mafia’s evolution during the course of the twentieth century, however, and reached the opposite conclusion: that, over time, the criminal vocation was inevitably domesticated.

One of the dominant organized-crime figures on Long Island during the nineteen-seventies and eighties was a former garment manufacturer named Salvatore Avellino, and Avellino’s story is an example of the crooked ladder in action. It is a good bet that Ianni’s Lupollos dealt with Avellino, because they were in the garbage business and Avellino was the king of “carting” (as it was known). He was the de-facto head of a trade association called the Private Sanitation Industry Association; it represented a cluster of small, family-owned carting companies that picked up commercial and residential garbage in Nassau and Suffolk Counties. Each carter paid membership dues to the P.S.I., a portion of which Avellino dutifully passed on to the Lucchese and Gambino crime families.

Avellino was a gangster. He would burn the trucks of those who crossed him. He eventually went to prison for his role in assassinating two carters who refused to play along with the P.S.I. But, in other ways, Avellino didn’t behave like a thug at all. He worked largely by persuasion and charisma. As the economist Peter Reuter observes in his history of the Long Island carting wars, Avellino’s mission was to rationalize the industry, to enforce what was called a “property rights” system among the carters. Individual firms were allowed to compete for new customers. But, once a carter won a customer, he “owned” that business; the function of Avellino’s P.S.I. was to make sure that no one else poached that customer. Avellino was, essentially, acting as an agent for the garbage collectors of Long Island, inserting himself between his membership and the marketplace the way a Hollywood agent inserts himself between the pool of actors and the studios.

Ordinary thieves act covertly. They hide their identity from the person whose money they are taking. Avellino did the opposite. He ran a public organization. The ordinary thief is outside the legitimate economy. Avellino was integrated into the legitimate economy. When it came to his P.S.I. members, Avellino acted not as a predator but as a benefactor. By Reuter’s estimates, Avellino’s cartel enabled P.S.I. members to charge their commercial customers fifty per cent more than would otherwise have been possible.

On one federal wiretap, Avellino was recorded speaking about a P.S.I. carter named Freddy, who, Avellino says, drove up to his house in a brand-new Mercedes, “the fifty-thousand-dollar one.” Avellino goes on, “So I walked out. It was a Sunday morning and I said, ‘Congratulations, beautiful, beautiful.’ He says, ‘I just wanted you to see it, ’cause this is thanks to you and to P.S.I. that I bought this car.’ ”

In his economic analysis, Reuter marvels at how scrupulously Avellino defended the interests of his carters. Avellino allowed the bulk of that fifty-per-cent margin to go to the carters and the unions—not to the Luccheses and the Gambinos. Reuter reports, with similar incredulity, about Avellino’s personal business dealings. He ran a carting company of his own, but as he expanded his business—buying up routes from other companies—he never demanded discounts. Here was the representative of a major crime family, and he paid retail. “Ya see, out here, Frank, in Nassau, Suffolk County . . . we don’t shake anybody down, we don’t steal anybody’s work, we don’t steal it to sell it back to them,” Avellino says, in another of the wiretaps. “Whenever I got a spot back for a guy because somebody took it, never was a price put on it, because if it was his to begin with and he was part of the club and he was payin’ every three months, then he got it back for nothin’, because that was supposed to be the idea.”

This restraint was, in fact, characteristic of the late-stage mobster. James Jacobs, a New York University law professor who was involved in anti-Mafia efforts in New York during the nineteen-eighties, points out that the Mafia had every opportunity to take over the entire carting industry in the New York region—just as they could easily have monopolized any of the other industries in which they played a role. Instead, they stayed in the background, content to be the middlemen. At New York’s Fulton Fish Market, one of the largest such markets in the country, the Mob policed the cartel and controlled parking—a crucial amenity in a business where time is of the essence and prompt delivery of fresh fish translates to higher profits. What did they charge for a full day’s parking? Twelve dollars. And when the Mob-controlled cartel was finally rooted out, how much did fish prices decline at the Fulton Fish Market? Two per cent.

In the mid-eighties, when Jacobs worked for the Organized Crime Task Force in New York, trying to rid the construction industry of racketeering, he said that the task force’s efforts “had no interest from the builders and the employers.” Those immediately involved in the business rather liked having the Mafia around as a referee, because it proved to be such a reasonable business partner. “This was a system that worked for everybody, except maybe the New York Times,” Jacobs said dryly.

“This is one of the most interesting things about the Mafia,” Jacobs went on. “They did business and cooperated. They weren’t trying to smash everybody. They created these alliances and maintained these equilibriums. . . . You’d think that they would keep expanding their reach.”

They didn’t, though, because they didn’t think of themselves as ordinary criminals. That was for their fathers and grandfathers, who murderously roamed the streets of New York. Avellino wanted to be in the open, not in the shadows. He wanted to be integrated into the real world, not isolated from it. The P.S.I. was a sloppy, occasionally lethal but nonetheless purposeful dress rehearsal for legitimacy. That was Merton’s and Ianni’s point. The gangster, left to his own devices, grows up and goes away. A generation ago, we permitted that evolution. We don’t anymore. Old Giuseppe Lupollo was given that opportunity; Mike and Chuck were not.

“The pioneers of American capitalism were not graduated from Harvard’s School of Business Administration,” the sociologist Daniel Bell wrote, fifty years ago, in a passage that could easily serve as Goffman’s epilogue:

The early settlers and founding fathers, as well as those who “won the West” and built up cattle, mining and other fortunes, often did so by shady speculations and a not inconsiderable amount of violence. They ignored, circumvented, or stretched the law when it stood in the way of America’s destiny and their own—or were themselves the law when it served their purposes. This has not prevented them and their descendants from feeling proper moral outrage when, under the changed circumstances of the crowded urban environments, latecomers pursued equally ruthless tactics. ♦

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16 Aug 13:32

Legalize Opium, Not Heroin

by Gene Callahan
Adam Victor Brandizzi

Eu ia guardar essa proposta para quando eu fosse reeleito presidente, mas já que apareceu, endosso.

That the war on drugs, in its current form, is a failure is obvious to all but the most blinkered observers. But the proper response to this failure is a matter of contention. Pope Francis, for instance, recently suggested we address the underlying causes of drug abuse (without ending prohibition). Others recommend treatment-based approaches. The more libertarian among us are likely to back complete legalization of all drugs.

I would like to recommend a policy that does not reject any of the above as possibly the ultimate answer to this failure, but takes a measured, experimental step that, while running little risk of making matters significantly worse, holds out, I think, great hope for improving them.

With marijuana, the question is apparently being decided in favor of gradual, piecemeal legalization. But heroin and cocaine legalization has far less support, and with good reason: these drugs are far more addictive than pot. (I am not saying that therefore they should not be legalized, merely that is understandable that people might be more sanguine about marijuana legalization than about legalizing harder drugs.) I wish to suggest a halfway sort of legalization that I feel offers several potential upsides: let us try legalizing the milder substances from which cocaine and heroin are derived, namely, coca leaves and opium.

Perhaps if we could simply make cocaine and heroin disappear by wishing it were so, it would be the best of all possible solutions. But basing policy on fantasy is generally a poor choice. (Please see the second Iraq war for evidence.) And the current policy of strict prohibition has fueled organized crime and led to the increasing militarization of our police forces. My proposal offers the following advantages over the current situation:

  1. It allows us to test the waters of just how socially damaging full cocaine or heroin legalization might be, without simply plunging in head first. If simply legalizing coca leaves and opium produces droves of drugged-out zombies (which I don’t think it would), we could rule out full cocaine and heroin legalization, and even consider repealing this halfway legalization. If the effects are that bad, we can be sure that they would have been worse if we had legalized the harder forms of these drugs.
  2. A strong libertarian argument for full legalization (I say ”strong,” and not “decisive,” because I think there are significant counter-arguments here), is that many people are able to use these drugs in moderation without destroying their lives. (See the work of Jacob Sullum if you doubt this is true.) “Why,” the libertarian asks, ”should these people be denied legal access to them simply because others will abuse them? (And note: while such usage is often referred to as “recreational,” it might often more accurately be described as”medicinal”: such moderate users may suffer from problems in focusing, and find that a mild dose of cocaine alleviates this difficulty, or be in chronic pain, and find that a mild dose of heroin offers them the best relief.) Well, these moderate, responsible users ought to find a milder, safer, and legal form of the drug they use to be a very welcome thing indeed. They could avoid the risk of arrest, of unregulated and adulterated street products that may contain dangerous additives, of job loss, and would enjoy a much greater ability to control their dosage.
  3. The considerations in point number two indicate what I think would be the greatest potential upside of this idea: its impact upon the economics of the trade in hard drugs. The shift in consumption predicted above would greatly lessen the demand for the more dangerous forms of these drugs.
    But it is not only the demand-side that would be affected: suppliers would face dramatically altered incentives as well. Today, many poor farmers are able to eek out a living for their family by growing coca opium poppies that will ultimately be used to produce cocaine or heroin. To think that they will abandon this production with no viable alternative on the horizon is dreamworld thinking. But what if they had a legal outlet for their crops? What if they no longer had to sell their produce to violent criminals, but could sell it legally to legitimate businesses? What if they no longer had to risk arrest or a complete loss of their crop at the hand of their government? How many of them would rush into this new, safer market, and abandon their only current outlet or their product?

Basic economic reasoning from incentives, therefore, indicates that adoption of this proposal would produce a dramatic decrease in both the demand for and the supply of cocaine and heroin, something that decades of drug war have been unable to achieve.

My proposal may not meet anyone’s vision of an ideal solution to the problem we currently face. But economics teaches us that we live in a world of trade-offs, and that perfect solutions to social problems are largely chimeras. To the libertarian who complains that my proposal does not go far enough, I will point out that it does not present any barrier to full legalization of all drugs at a later point in time. To the drug warrior who would complain that it is a surrender, I note that it would be very likely to achieve a goal the drug war has been wholly unable to achieve, and could always be undone later if its effects proved too pernicious. To those who want more resources devoted to treatment or to addressing underlying causes, I reply that my proposal would free up many resources currently being devoted to prohibition for such purposes.

Sometimes, a stop in a halfway house is an important step on the road to recovery.

16 Aug 13:17

Maternidade condenada

 Mesmo protegidos por diversas leis e tratados internacionais, mães encarceradas e seus filhos têm direitos violados
Clarice e seu bebê Foto: Ruy Fraga/Agência Pública

Clarice e seu bebê
Foto: Ruy Fraga/Agência Pública

Clarice* abre a porta de casa com o filho no colo, um menino bonito e falante de dois anos de idade, que mostra a roupa nova, o cachorro, se agarra no pescoço dela e diz “ó, essa é minha mãe”. Lá dentro, a avó ajuda a dar conta dos outros dois filhos, uma menina de 15 e um menino de 13, que chegam da escola.

Quando a entrevista começa a avó tira as crianças da sala e o sorriso desaparece do rosto de Clarice. “Eu tive dois filhos dentro do sistema penitenciário. O primeiro algemada pelos pés e pelas mãos”, diz. “Morava na rua por causa do crack e aos 18 anos me chamaram para participar de um assalto a um ônibus. Estava doente e grávida, e quando você está na fissura, não pensa. Fui presa, sentenciada a 5 anos e 4 meses. Tomei banho gelado os nove meses de gravidez. Quando minha bolsa estourou, fiquei umas quatro horas esperando a viatura. Fui de bonde (camburão) pro hospital, sentada lá atrás na lata, sozinha e algemada. Tive meu filho algemada, não podia me mexer. Fui tratada igual cachorro pelo médico. De lá fui pra unidade do Butantã com meu filho, achando que iria amamentar os seis meses, mas tinham reduzido pra três. Lembro que encostei a cabeça na grade e vi os pés da minha mãe e os da minha filha por debaixo da porta e pensei ‘é agora’. Pedi, implorei pra não levarem. Quando entreguei, nem olhei pra trás. Fiquei todo o período sem ver meus filhos porque era muito sofrido pra todo mundo. Nem perguntava se ele já estava andando, se tinha dentinho… Até hoje meu filho não é meu, é da minha mãe, a gente não conseguiu criar esse vínculo. Quando fui solta tive outro surto e voltei a morar na Cracolândia. Faz dois anos fui presa de novo, peguei aquela época da revitalização do centro, que eles prendiam todo mundo, a maioria usuário, não traficante. Eu tenho sete passagens por tráfico e se você pegar meus papéis vai ver que foi sempre uma pedra, um cachimbo e 5 reais …”

Ela respira fundo e retoma a história dessa última prisão: “Estava grávida de novo e tinha acabado de descobrir que meu namorado era HIV positivo. Pensei ‘pronto, acabou. Não vou fazer meu filho sofrer’”. Pegou então um dinheiro dado pela sogra e gastou tudo em pedras de crack: “Queria morrer de uma vez”. Antes de acender o primeiro cachimbo, porém, foi presa, acusada de tráfico. “Os policiais dizem que me viram pegando um dinheiro mas é mentira, juro pelo meu filho que naquele momento eu tava tão louca que só queria morrer”, diz.

O uso de algemas durante o parto só foi proibido em 2012, apesar de consistir em óbvia violação de direitos humanos.

Clarice foi levada para a Penitenciária Feminina da Capital quando fez o exame e descobriu que nem ela nem o filho tinham o vírus. Dali saiu de ambulância para o seu segundo parto. Desta vez ela não foi algemada – o uso de algemas durante o parto só foi proibido em 2012, apesar de consistir em óbvia violação de direitos humanos. A Pública teve acesso a uma decisão judicial de 30 de julho passado, condenando o Estado de São Paulo a pagar indenização  a uma mulher algemada durante o parto em 2011.

Mas o tratamento recebido por Clarice depois do parto não melhorou.”Passei 15 dias fechada com meu bebê em um quarto muito pequeno, sem escovar o dente, lavar o cabelo, pentear, porque só me deram um pedaço de sabão”, conta. Para vestir, “uma calcinha descartável e o avental sempre sujo porque eles dão aquele aberto e eu tinha vergonha de ficar pelada na frente dos policiais [que vigiavam o quarto]. Daí quando me traziam um limpo, colocava na frente e deixava o sujo atrás. Eu não reclamava porque sabia que ia ouvir: ‘Não tá feliz? Entrega o filho pra sua mãe ou manda pro abrigo e volta pra onde você tava’ porque é isso que a gente ouve 24 horas por dia.”

“Durmo e acordo todo dia agarrada no meu bebê, com medo de tirarem ele de mim.”

Do hospital Clarice foi com o bebê para o COC (Centro de Observação Criminológica) mas dessa vez não foi obrigada a se separar do filho; conseguiu um habeas corpus por problemas de saúde e, longe do crack, ficou morando com a mãe e os filhos, fazendo faxina, doce, sem conseguir emprego fixo nem mesmo no programa do governo para egressos. Há alguns dias recebeu a sentença do juiz, que a condenou a seis anos por tráfico. “A defensora que está me ajudando disse que a gente ainda tem uns recursos pra tentar mas eu durmo e acordo todo dia agarrada no meu bebê, com medo de tirarem ele de mim. Eu preciso de emprego fixo pro juiz. Se me mandarem pra lá de novo, eu não vou ter força. Se eu voltar pra lá, eu vou morrer”.

O perfil das mulheres encarceradas no Brasil

A história de Clarice, paulistana de 35 anos, é semelhante à de milhares de mulheres mães encarceradas no país. Ela também se encaixa no perfil da mulher em situação prisional no Brasil: “Jovem, de baixa renda, em geral mãe, presa provisória suspeita de crime relacionado ao tráfico de drogas ou contra o patrimônio; e, em menor proporção, condenadas por crimes dessa natureza”, segundo a pesquisa “Dar a Luz na Sombra”, realizada por Ana Gabriela Mendes Braga (doutora e mestre em Criminologia e Direito Penal) e Bruna Angotti (mestre em Antropologia Social e especialista em Criminologia), do projeto “Pensando o Direito” da Secretaria de Assuntos Legislativos do Ministério da Justiça em parceria com o IPEA, que deve ser lançada nos próximos dias. As pesquisadoras visitaram penitenciárias em vários estados do país durante oito meses.

A quantidade de mulheres encarceradas no Brasil cresceu 42% entre 2007 e 2012, segundo o levantamento mais recente do InfoPen Estatística, do Ministério da Justiça. Em dezembro de 2007, havia 24.052 mulheres nas prisões brasileiras; cinco anos depois, 35.072 presas, correspondentes a 6,4% de um total de 548.003 presos. Entre 2007 e 2012, o crescimento das presas por tráfico de drogas foi de 77,11%, sendo o que mais encarcera mulheres, com 10,3% das condenações, de acordo com os dados do InfoPen. Em São Paulo, Segundo a Secretaria de Administração Penitenciária (SAP), 12.198 mulheres estão presas, sendo 9376 por tráfico de drogas.

Em 2012 entraram para o sistema penitenciário paulista 2579 mães, com 6.027 filhos no total – 2.923 deles com menos de 7 anos; 74 estavam amamentando e 110, grávidas

O número de mulheres grávidas, com filhos pequenos ou amamentando começou a ser contabilizado e acompanhado recentemente no Estado de São Paulo – onde está a maior população carcerária do país – pelo programa “Mães do Cárcere” da Defensoria Pública de São Paulo. Em 2012 entraram para o sistema penitenciário paulista 2579 mães, com 6.027 filhos no total – 2.923 deles com menos de 7 anos; 74 estavam amamentando e 110, grávidas. Segundo informações da SAP, o estado tem hoje 118 bebês em unidades prisionais do estado.

São Paulo tem 8 unidades prisionais teoricamente preparadas para que as presas exerçam o direito à maternidade e as crianças o de ficar junto da mãe, principalmente nos primeiros anos de vida. Um direito violado mesmo no período de amamentação  apesar das orientações do ministério da Saúde sobre a importância do leite materno até dois ou três anos de idade, como enfatiza o defensor público Bruno Shimizu, do Núcleo Especializado de Situação Carcerária. “O Estado diz para fazer de um jeito e o Estado mesmo não cumpre”, diz.

Violação de direitos de mães e filhos

O artigo 5o da Constituição Federal assegura às presidiárias “condições para que possam permanecer com seus filhos durante o período de amamentação”; A Lei de Execução Penal (LEP) exige que “os estabelecimentos penais destinados a mulheres” sejam dotados de “berçário, onde as condenadas possam cuidar de seus filhos, inclusive amamentá-los, no mínimo, até 6 (seis) meses de idade”, além de “seção para gestante e parturiente e de creche para abrigar crianças maiores de 6 (seis) meses e menores de 7 (sete) anos”. A LEP também estabelece preferência para “penas não privativas de liberdade” para mulheres grávidas e com filhos dependentes. Isso sem mencionar o Estatuto da Criança e do Adolescente e as Regras de Bangkok para o tratamento da mulher presa, aprovadas pela ONU em dezembro de 2010.

“Nós temos todas estas leis mas a maioria delas não é aplicada minimamente” diz o defensor Bruno Shimizu. “Em São Paulo a gente pode dizer com propriedade que estas creches não existem e que a criança fica no máximo 6 meses com a mãe. Depois é arrancada, mandada para a família da presa ou para um abrigo. Se não há vagas nas unidades preparadas, elas são separadas dos bebês na hora”, denuncia o defensor.

“A questão das mães encarceradas é muito séria, principalmente do ponto de vista da Convenção Sobre a Eliminação de todas as formas de discriminação contra a Mulher e a Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos. Não podemos mais permitir que essas mulheres tenham suas penas transformadas em perpétuas, tendo vínculos quebrados de forma tão dramática, perdendo a guarda de seus filhos e tendo tantos direitos violados.”

A ONG Artemis, que atua na promoção da autonomia feminina através de políticas públicas, tem acompanhado casos assim: “Nós recebemos a denúncia de que bebês de mulheres presas têm sido separados das mães alguns dias após o parto e encaminhados para abrigos com explicações por vezes muito vagas”, diz a diretora jurídica da organização Ana Lúcia Keunecke. Procurada pela reportagem, uma voluntária do abrigo que não quis se identificar confirmou: “Chegaram três recém nascidos aqui nos últimos meses. Os relatórios dizem coisas como ‘ela teve um surto psicológico portanto não é capaz de cuidar’. Não existe muito rigor, depende da visão pessoal dos profissionais”, disse.

Por violações como essas a Artemis pretende levar o Brasil à Corte de Haia. “A questão das mães encarceradas é muito séria, principalmente do ponto de vista da Convenção Sobre a Eliminação de todas as formas de discriminação contra a Mulher e a Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos. Não podemos mais permitir que essas mulheres tenham suas penas transformadas em perpétuas, tendo vínculos quebrados de forma tão dramática, perdendo a guarda de seus filhos e tendo tantos direitos violados”, diz Keunecke.

Condenadas por tráfico

Para a desembargadora do Tribunal de Justiça de São Paulo Kenarik Boujikian Felippe a relação do judiciário com as presas é atravessada por conflitos de gênero e pelo rigor excessivo em relação a determinados crimes. “O Judiciário é muito duro com o tráfico e já existe culturalmente uma dureza em relação à conduta da mulher em relação a criminalidade. No meu gabinete, a pilha maior é de processos de tráfico mas a maioria não é presa com um volume grande de drogas”. Sobre as mães no cárcere, Kenarik diz: “Muito da não concordância com a permanência das crianças nos presídios é por conta das más condições dos locais. Mas você não pode tirar um direito porque não deu condições.”

A reportagem não obteve a autorização judicial antes do fechamento da matéria para visitar as unidades prisionais preparadas, mas ouviu queixas de falta de vagas, de inadequação de ambiente e de cuidados com mães e filhos. “A gente já recebeu várias denúncias tanto da falta de equipe médica quanto de alimentação, do local ser frio, na Penitenciária Feminina da Capital”, diz a defensora pública Verônica Sionti sobre a unidade que recebe atualmente 74 bebês. Apesar de, segundo a SAP, mães e crianças receberem um kit com roupas, cobertor, itens de higiene e frequentar regularmente o pediatra, Laura*, funcionária do Sistema Penitenciário de São Paulo, conta que na ala de puérperas da PFC “não tem pediatra e tem poucos ginecologistas para uma população carcerária enorme”. A terapeuta ocupacional Luiza*, que trabalhou em uma unidade prisional hospitalar, também aponta problemas sérios. “Elas não recebiam nem um brinquedo para os bebês nem roupas suficientes. Muitos tinham algum tipo de atraso no desenvolvimento pelo simples fato de não terem estímulo, nada para pegar, morder.” O mais grave, porém, é a separação brutal de mães e bebês. “Imagine que esse bebê acorda e dorme olhando para essa mãe por seis meses. De repente isso acaba. Do ponto de vista do desenvolvimento dele e da constituição enquanto sujeito a gente não pode prever o que vai acontecer”, explica Luiza*.

Joana vai presa, os filhos também
Quando Joana foi presa, o filho começou a roubar. Foto: Ruy Fraga/Agência Pública

Quando Joana foi presa, o filho começou a roubar.
Foto: Ruy Fraga/Agência Pública

A prisão de Joana por tráfico, há 4 anos, deixou marcas profundas em sua família. Mãe solteira de três filhos, única responsável pelo sustento da casa, ela ficou durante dois anos e sete meses na Penitenciária Feminina Sant’ana. “Quando eu fui presa espalhou, né? Minha menina de 12 foi para a casa da minha irmã, o mais velho, com 20, estava preso e o do meio, com 16, ficou morando sozinho na casa”, lembra. Grávida de 4 meses ao entrar na prisão, acabou perdendo o bebê pela demora em obter socorro hospitalar, conta, mas logo começou a trabalhar dentro da penitenciária para mandar dinheiro pra casa. Com sua ausência, porém, o filho adolescente começou a roubar. “Eu ligava pra ele e ele dizia ‘olha mãe, tô saindo pra roubar. Não tenho o que comer e não vou ficar mendigando prato de comida pros outros’. Faz pouco tempo, ele também foi preso”, diz, já em liberdade – ela acabou de cumprir a pena em 2012.

Como não existe licença maternidade na prisão, quando dão à luz têm de escolher entre entregar o filho e voltar para o trabalho ou deixar de mandar dinheiro para casa.

A funcionária Laura* confirma que a maior parte das presas trabalha e continua sustentando as famílias, já que os pais costumam ser completamente ausentes. Como não existe licença maternidade na prisão, quando dão à luz têm de escolher entre entregar o filho e voltar para o trabalho ou deixar de mandar dinheiro para casa.

A juíza Kenarik aposta em uma mudança no próprio judiciário – citando como positivos encontros que têm sido realizados pelo CNJ sobre a questão de gênero. Na pauta do debate, a desagregação familiar provocada pela reclusão da mulher, que poderia ser minorada respeitando a preferência estabelecida pela lei por regimes semiabertos ou de prisão domiciliar. Nesse sentido, a dureza da legislação contra o tráfico e a visão discriminatória da mulher citadas pela juíza estão entre os primeiros obstáculos.

Estrangeiras

A situação das mulheres detentas é ainda pior quando são estrangeiras. Sem família ou amigos no país, sem residência fixa para ter direito à prisão domiciliar e geralmente com dificuldades de comunicação, elas têm de contar com a boa vontade dos profissionais do sistema penitenciário e dos consulados de seus países para seus filhos não irem direto para abrigos, como explica Isabela Cunha, do “Projeto Estrangeiras” do Instituto Trabalho e Cidadania (ITTC), que faz um acompanhamento jurídico e social dessas mulheres: “As estrangeiras não tem para quem entregar os bebês e o contato com as famílias ás vezes é bem difícil. Tem consulado que ajuda e tem consulado que não faz nada. E se a família não tem dinheiro para buscar a criança, a mãe é obrigada a mandar para o abrigo. Aí eles ficam sob custodia do judiciário da vara da infância”.

Michael Mary Nolan, presidente do ITTC, complementa que grande parte das estrangeiras presas têm filhos pequenos e passam por graves dificuldades financeiras. “Uma ou outra são presas por  pequenos furtos. A maioria vai por tráfico e é presa com pequenas quantias, muitas vezes delatadas pelos próprios traficantes para alguém com mais drogas passar”, diz.

A filipina Muriel* é uma delas. Foi presa no Aeroporto de Guarulhos por tráfico de drogas, ainda no início da gravidez. Falando inglês com dificuldade, ela conta que teve muitos problemas para entender os funcionários, e teve que lutar para conseguir manter o filho com ela na Penitenciária Feminina do Butantã até os oito meses. “Eu sabia que sairia em pouco tempo e não queria que ele fosse para um abrigo”.Então o bebê foi enviado para o abrigamento. “Sofri muito, foi muito ruim ficar longe, mas o ITTC me ajudou a saber onde ele estava e quando eu saí para o regime aberto, três meses depois, fui atrás dele”. Com ajuda do ITTC, ela conseguiu um trabalho, um lugar para morar e hoje está com seu filho. Mas nem todas têm a mesma sorte.

“A gente conseguiu algumas prisões domiciliares de estrangeiras porque elas iam para a Casa de Acolhida, que é um espaço que recebe egressas e refugiadas. Mas a casa está lotada, e para prisão domiciliar elas precisam de endereço fixo. Até agora não tem nenhuma política pública nesse sentido. A prefeitura está abrindo um espaço e o Governo do Estado vai abrir outro, mas ainda não estão prontos e serão para refugiados apenas. As mulheres encarceradas teriam de concorrer às vagas com estas pessoas em óbvia desvantagem”, diz Isabela.

Segundo o ITTC há atualmente 4 estrangeiras gestantes na Penitenciária Feminina da Capital ; 3 estrangeiras na mesma unidade junto com seus filhos de 2 a 3 meses de idade; 5 estrangeiras presas com filhos abrigados e uma estrangeira no CPP Butantã cujo filho também está abrigado.

A filipina Muriel conseguiu recuperar o filho que estava abrigado Foto: Ruy Fraga/Agência Pública

A filipina Muriel conseguiu recuperar o filho que estava abrigado Foto: Ruy Fraga/Agência Pública

*Os nomes foram trocados a pedido das entrevistadas

Colaboraram: Andréia MF e Jéssica Mota, da Agência Pública

Expanded from Ponte by Feed Readabilitifier.
15 Aug 18:10

Painless Meat? Ctd

by Dish Staff
by Dish Staff

On the question, a reader points to a troubling trade-off:

It is surely theoretically possible to produce meat, eggs, and dairy with far less cruelty. In fact, we could hardly do it more cruelly than we currently do. But is is a fantasy and always will be. Raising animals for food is one of the most environmentally destructive things humans do. Doing so less cruelly would significantly increase its environmental footprint.

To consider just one of many factors, animals confined so tightly that they can hardly move burn many fewer calories than animals that are free to move about. Permitting them more movement would increase the need for feed crops. Growing crops to feed animals instead of humans directly is outrageously inefficient (animals are food factories in reverse) and requires vast amounts of fossil-fuel fertilizer. The fertilizer run-off is creating dead zones in the oceans of the world that are huge and growing. Feed crop production already uses about one-third of the Earth’s arable land and an out-sized proportion of its fresh water. Livestock operations are one of the biggest threats to biodiversity.

I could go on and on, and most of these problems become worse in the dreamland of “painless meat.” The upshot is that while we are waiting for this fantasy world to arrive, we should be eating plants.

Another takes a very different approach:

You want locally produced, antibiotic-free, hormone-free, free-range, grass-feed meat raised in the most natural way possible? Get a gun and shoot a deer. Deer are so overpopulated in many parts of the country you will be doing the environment a favor. I recommend one of these rifles.

The 300 blackout round is a larger bullet in the same package as the standard NATO round, so it’s still effective against dear while being a lighter gun that is easily accessorized with any doodad you might need. (You may hear from some old timers that still love their Elmer Fudd walnut stocked bolt action rifles, but then you’d just be listening to the same people that will tell you how reliable old rotary phones were). You will have to get a five-round clip, however, as many states don’t let you hunt with a larger clip, though honestly you don’t need a larger clip to hunt deer.

On the other hand if you want to hunt wild pigs, I’d still stick with the 300 blackout round but you will need a larger clip, at least if you want to help cut down on the wild pig problem, and believe me they are a menace. (You want to take out more than one pig at a time, while deer you only want on at a time).

Another testifies:

After the Agriprocessors kosher meat scandal back in 2008, our family decided we couldn’t eat meat any more unless we could find kosher meat that was raised and slaughtered in a humane manner. Yes, it’s a big compromise on price, which does impact the quantity of meat we eat, but the quality of the meat has increased dramatically. For those who can afford to buy this kind of product even once in awhile, it’s worth a try. The non-kosher equivalent will certainly be cheaper, but a shout-out to kolfoods.com for their transparency and hard work in making it possible to “feel good about the meat you eat”.

Elsewhere on the subject of animal cruelty, our first reader wrote yesterday:

There is good news on a topic the Dish has covered here, here, here, and here:

SeaWorld Entertainment has mimicked its beloved performing whale, Shamu, taking a deep dive: its stock plunged as much as 35% after the company posted ugly second-quarter results and lowered revenue forecasts for the full year. . . . CEO Jim Atchison attributed the weak results to animal rights campaigns and negative media attention. The company, which has 11 US theme parks including three SeaWorlds and two Busch Gardens, has come under close scrutiny over the treatment of its killer whales. …

The activists have gotten help from politicians and the media. Blackfish, a widely watched 2013 documentary on the lives of performing killer whales, sparked debate about the ethicality of attending theme parks like SeaWorld after it aired on CNN. In March, the film’s director stood alongside a California assemblyman who proposed legislation to outlaw killer whale entertainment performances and captive breeding programs.

15 Aug 17:59

August 15, 2014


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15 Aug 17:53

Júri condena ex-PMs por matar assaltante e vítima em 2004

Ex-policiais foram condenados a 37 anos e 4 meses de prisão depois de executar ladrão e matar vítima confundida com assaltante. Eles vão recorrer em liberdade

Os ex-policiais militares Nilton Silvano e Luis Henrique de Brito Domingos foram condenados na noite desta quinta-feira, 14/8, a 37 anos e 4 meses de reclusão por terem participado da execução de um assaltante e da própria vítima do roubo ao confundi-la com o ladrão, em 2004, na região de Sapopemba (zona leste de SP). Apesar da pena elevada, os dois poderão recorrer em liberdade.

No fim da madrugada de 13 de setembro de 2004, o estudante de direito Nélio Nakamura Brandão e a mulher tiveram o carro roubado por Alexandre Roberto Azevedo Seabra da Cruz e um comparsa quando se preparavam para sair de casa para o trabalho. Desesperado por imaginar que a filha estivesse dentro do veículo, Brandão pegou um revólver calibre 32 e saiu de moto atrás dos ladrões. Policiais militares foram avisados do crime e, segundo a acusação, mataram Brandão ao confundi-lo com os assaltantes. Cruz também foi executado. Ambos receberam três tiros.

O caso chegou a ser arquivado pelo Ministério Público Estadual em 2005 e só foi reaberto após denúncia à Organização dos Estados Americanos (OEA). Um tenente que participou da ação mudou a versão apresentada inicialmente, de que houve troca de tiros com o ladrão e que Brandão já estava morto quando foi encontrado. Ele incriminou os colegas, acabou expulso da corporação, tornou-se réu no processo, mas foi absolvido pelos jurados a pedido do Ministério Público Estadual em fevereiro deste ano (por legítima defesa e falta de provas). Silvano e Domingos foram expulsos da PM por processo interno referente à ocorrência de 2004. Além deles, outros dois policiais militares ainda serão julgados pelo caso.

Elizabete Nakamura (centro) comemora com amigas a condenação de PMs acusados de matar o filho dela/Foto: William Cardoso

Elizabete Nakamura (centro) comemora com amigas a condenação de PMs acusados de matar o filho dela/Foto: William Cardoso

Júri

Após a condenação desta quinta-feira, a juíza Rejane Rodrigues Lage aplicou pena de 18 anos e 8 meses a Silvano e Domingos por entender que houve alteração da cena do crime, violação do dever (eram policiais militares e deveriam prender o assaltante e proteger Brandão) e porque mataram o estudante mesmo ele alegando que era a vítima. Também contribuiu para o aumento do tempo de condenação o fato de os jurados terem entendido que houve emprego de recurso que dificultou a defesa das vítimas. A juíza dobrou a pena final por serem dois homicídios atribuídos a cada um, chegando aos 37 anos e 4 meses. A sentença foi proferida às 22h45.

O corpo de jurados foi formado por seis homens e uma mulher. Eram engenheiros, advogados, profissionais liberais e uma diretora de escola. Eles acompanharam um debate em que a defesa tentou desqualificar a denúncia do tenente contra os ex-colegas e a acusação criticou a trágica intervenção policial.

“Não é possível que o seu dinheiro seja usado para se fazer limpeza social, para matar o que é apontado como fascínora da sociedade”, disse o promotor Fernando Cesar Bolque. “Dessa tragédia, dessa porcaria de atuação policial, resultaram duas mortes, a de um bandido e a do marido dela e do filho dela”, completou, apontando para a viúva e a mãe de Brandão, que acompanharam tudo da plateia. “É sabido e concebido que em todo quartel é necessário dar dois tiros, um de advertência e outro no peito, não exatamente nessa ordem”, falou.

O representante do Ministério Público Estadual ficou satisfeito com a decisão. “Já esperava a condenação, por tudo o que foi falado no plenário, as provas eram evidentes. O julgamento foi conforme nós pedimos e acredito que a pena foi extremamente bem aplicada e deve ser mantida.” A defesa entrou com recurso. “Considero o resultado incoerente. Em face do primeiro julgamento (do tenente), houve nulidade desse, que não poderia ter ocorrido”, disse a advogada Ieda Ribeiro de Souza, defensora de Silvano.

Durante todo o júri, os defensores alegaram que o tenente acusou os demais policiais para tentar se livrar das responsabilidades no caso. “O tenente quis se safar e fritou os soldadinhos”, disse Ieda, que pediu aos jurados para terem a capacidade de se colocar no lugar dos réus.

Comemoração

Ansiosa pela sentença da juíza, a viúva do estudante, Heládia Brandão, comemorou a condenação dos réus. “A Justiça foi feita mediante muita luta e muita dor. É uma vitória, uma única alegria da família, diante de tantas outras que o Nélio deu e daria”, disse.

“Só quem perde sabe o que é essa dor e esse vazio”, diz mãe de estudante assassinado

A mãe do estudante, Elizabete Nakamura, também se comoveu com o resultado do júri, embora os ex-PMs tenham saído pela mesma porta que a família das vítimas. “A gente tem que dar voz, dizer que nesse Brasil também existe Justiça, apesar de ter procurado a Fundação Interamericana, fora, para atender ao meu apelo”, diz. “Só quem perde sabe o que é essa dor e esse vazio”, completa.

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15 Aug 17:46

Broken Records: A Cartoon About OCD

by Jason Katzenstein

Jason Katzenstein’s previous work for The Toast can be found here.
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15 Aug 11:36

March of the Penguins

You ARE getting older, though.
14 Aug 22:59

MP lança campanha pela aprovação da Lei do Feminicídio

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14 Aug 19:08

Professora com Síndrome de Down quebra barreiras para dar aulas e palestras sobre inclusão

Além de aulas, Débora se dedica à literatura infantil, escrevendo contos em que os personagens enfrentam constrangimento - Reprodução

RIO - Para a educadora potiguar Débora Seabra, de 33 anos, inclusão é a palavra de ordem. Com dez anos de carreira, ela foi a primeira pessoa com Síndrome de Down a lecionar no país, e hoje é professora auxiliar da educação infantil na Escola Doméstica, instituição privada de ensino em Natal, no Rio Grande do Norte. Sua história é um dos estudos de caso que serão apresentados no Educação 360, seminário promovido em setembro pelos jornais O GLOBO e “Extra” em parceria com o Sesc e a Prefeitura do Rio.

- Para seguir o magistério, é preciso paciência. E eu me dou muito bem com os alunos. Quando um aluno chega, ele vem e me abraça - afirma.

Além do trabalho em sala de aula, Débora dá palestras sobre educação inclusiva e se dedica à literatura infantil. No ano passado, lançou o livro “Débora conta histórias” (Editora Objetiva), em que os personagens enfrentam preconceitos. Num dos contos, um pato é discriminado por não querer namorar outras patas, mas sim outros patos. Há também a história de uma galinha surda e um sapo que não sabe nadar.

- São histórias que acontecem com animais, mas poderiam acontecer com qualquer pessoa - revela a escritora.

Sua atuação como palestrante já alcançou outros países: Argentina, Portugal e Estados Unidos. Este ano, no dia 21 de março, data em que se comemora o Dia Internacional da Síndrome de Down, ela chegou a ministrar uma palestra na sede da Organização das Nações Unidas (ONU), em Nova York.

- Nas palestras, falo sobre inclusão - conta. - A pessoa com Síndrome de Down tem que estudar no ensino regular, sou contra escolas especiais. Eu só cheguei até aqui porque estudei na rede regular.

ESCOLA ESPECIAL, FATOR LIMITADOR

Mãe de Débora, a advogada Margarida Seabra nem cogitou a possibilidade de matricular sua filha numa escola especial. Uma das fundadoras da Associação de Síndrome de Down do Rio Grande do Norte e criadora da Comissão de Direitos da Pessoa com Deficiência da OAB/RN, ela tece severas críticas à escola especial, que atende exclusivamente alunos com algum tipo de deficiência física ou mental.

- A escola especial é um crime. O aluno com Down precisa enfrentar desafios, conviver com a diversidade.

Para a psicopedagoga Dulciana Dantas, que atende Débora há dez anos, o ensino especial para este tipo de caso acaba interditando os direitos das pessoas de participar da vida em geral. Ela defende a combinação de ensino regular com atividades de assimilação pedagógica. Nas sessões com Débora, Dulciana realiza um trabalho didático-pedagógico, repassando com a professora o planejamento escolar que será realizado por sua turma.

- Nós também trabalhamos com discussão e produção de textos. Débora é uma das pessoas mais obstinadas e empreendedoras que já conheci ao longo de 15 anos de carreira.

Ao terminar o ensino médio, Débora ingressou no curso de magistério da Escola Estadual Professor Luiz Antônio, onde foi vítima de preconceito e sofreu.

- Nos trabalhos em sala, eu costumava ficar sem grupo. E cheguei a ser agredida, quando uma menina me obrigou a cheirar o seu tênis. Eu tive que lutar pela inclusão - relata.

Mas Débora não desistiu do seu objetivo e acabou conquistando a admiração de alunos e professores. Ela recebeu o título de “Rainha da Escola” e foi homenageada na cerimônia de formatura do curso, em 2004 .

Concluído o ensino técnico, o próximo passo foi fazer estágio numa creche na Universidade Estadual de Campinas (Unicamp). E há dez anos ela trabalha como professora auxiliar na Escola Doméstica. A professora Gina Maria Borba, que divide a sala de aula com Débora, é toda elogios para sua colega de trabalho.

- A cada dia que passa, Débora se mostra mais interessada - diz. - Está sempre disposta a trabalhar, e me ajuda em diversas atividades como colagem e narração de histórias. E o fato de ter Síndrome de Down é encarado com naturalidade pelos alunos.

O seminário Educação 360 acontece nos dias 5 e 6 de setembro na escola Sesc do Rio de Janeiro. As inscrições podem ser feitas a partir do dia 19 de agosto somente através do site do evento, que fica no endereço www.edu cacao360.com.

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14 Aug 19:02

Perda nacional

by Míriam Leitão

Enviado por Míriam Leitão e Alvaro Gribel - |

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Perda nacional

O Brasil tem poucos quadros políticos de qualidade que possam almejar a Presidência. A morte de um jovem de 49 anos que já foi testado na administração pública, governou duas vezes um estado complexo e saiu com alta aprovação é perda de precioso patrimônio. Havia grande chance de que algum dia Eduardo Campos governasse o Brasil, independentemente do que ocorresse nesta eleição.

Pensar no futuro quando o presente é atravessado pela tragédia é um desafio. Mas é o que os partidos que concorrem à Presidência fazem desde o primeiro momento. A coalizão “Unidos pelo Brasil” terá que tomar uma decisão urgente no meio da comoção, que é escolher alguém para disputar as eleições.

O primeiro cenário que apareceu na mente de todos os analistas foi o da escolha de Marina Silva como candidata. Mas não é tão simples nem a única possibilidade. Há outras. Uma delas é a coalizão manter o PSB na vaga de candidato e procurar entre seus quadros alguém que possa ocupar o posto. A primeira possibilidade só se mantém se, nesses dez meses, Eduardo Campos e Marina tiverem conseguido superar as divisões que existem dentro do PSB.

É importante lembrar a natureza surpreendente do nascimento dessa aliança. Ela começa com um gesto de Marina Silva que, sem partido, vai até Eduardo e adere à candidatura dele. Naquela entrevista que concederam juntos, no sábado 5 de outubro, havia uma genuína surpresa em cada um e uma lufada de ar fresco na mesmice da política brasileira. Os gestos eram novos. O de Marina, de ir até ele; o dele, de abrigar a Rede Sustentabilidade. Foi o encontro de duas lideranças com muita força pessoal. Cada uma teve que trabalhar duramente para superar as divergências nos seus grupos políticos e para costurar a união dos dois movimentos.

Mudou tudo ao fim da manhã de ontem. Alterou a dinâmica da eleição e o tom da propaganda eleitoral que começa na próxima terça-feira. O grau de incerteza da eleição de 2014 subiu e vai ser mais difícil também encontrar a melhor forma de se comunicar com o eleitor neste curto período de campanha, de menos de dois meses, até o primeiro encontro com as urnas.

Eduardo Campos causava uma excelente impressão nos encontros que vinha tendo com empresas e líderes de diversos segmentos. Era fácil ouvir palavras de entusiasmo pelo aparecimento de um novo líder que falava bem, ouvia com atenção, mostrava-se preparado para o debate de questões com profundidade. Ele tinha a favor dele dados que agradavam. Melhora em todos os indicadores sociais do estado, queda de 10 pontos na mortalidade infantil e um crescimento de 17,7% da produção industrial do estado entre janeiro de 2007 a abril de 2014. A do Brasil cresceu 7%; a do Nordeste, 11%.

O Brasil tem essa escassez de bons quadros políticos por alguns motivos sobre os quais devemos refletir. A razão original, sem dúvida, é a ditadura. O longo período de cassações e autoritarismo interrompeu carreiras, desviou e dizimou lideranças e impediu o aparecimento de novos líderes. Depois disso, veio o descrédito com a política, pelos sucessivos casos de corrupção, e isso desestimula talentos jovens de seguirem o caminho da participação partidária. Os dois fatos juntos empobreceram a democracia brasileira. Ontem, o destino produziu um enorme desfalque no pouco que temos.

As duas razões que produziram essa escassez de quadros políticos nos levam a uma conclusão. Dado que o passado não podemos mudar — a ditadura ocorreu e deixou suas sequelas insanáveis, algo imutável —, temos que trabalhar para superar o desânimo que tem afastado os jovens da política.

14 Aug 18:35

Martial Law Enforcement

by Matthew Harwood

Jason Westcott was afraid.

One night last fall, he discovered via Facebook that a friend of a friend was planning with some co-conspirators to break in to his home. They were intent on stealing Wescott’s handgun and a couple of TV sets. According to the Facebook message, the suspect was planning on “burning” Westcott, who promptly called the Tampa Bay police and reported the plot.

According to the Tampa Bay Times, the investigating officers responding to Westcott’s call had a simple message for him: “If anyone breaks into this house, grab your gun and shoot to kill.”

Around 7:30 pm on May 27th, the intruders arrived. Westcott followed the officers’ advice, grabbed his gun to defend his home, and died pointing it at the intruders.  They used a semi-automatic shotgun and handgun to shoot down the 29-year-old motorcycle mechanic.  He was hit three times, once in the arm and twice in his side, and pronounced dead upon arrival at the hospital.

The intruders, however, weren’t small-time crooks looking to make a small score. Rather they were members of the Tampa Bay Police Department’s SWAT team, which was executing a search warrant on suspicion that Westcott and his partner were marijuana dealers. They had been tipped off by a confidential informant, whom they drove to Westcott’s home four times between February and May to purchase small amounts of marijuana, at $20-$60 a pop. The informer notified police that he saw two handguns in the home, which was why the Tampa Bay police deployed a SWAT team to execute the search warrant.

In the end, the same police department that told Westcott to protect his home with defensive force killed him when he did. After searching his small rental, the cops indeed found weed, two dollars’ worth, and one legal handgun — the one he was clutching when the bullets ripped into him.

Welcome to a new era of American policing, where cops increasingly see themselves as soldiers occupying enemy territory, often with the help of Uncle Sam’s armory, and where even nonviolent crimes are met with overwhelming force and brutality.

The War on Your Doorstep

The cancer of militarized policing has long been metastasizing in the body politic.  It has been growing ever stronger since the first Special Weapons and Tactics (SWAT) teams were born in the 1960s in response to that decade’s turbulent mix of riots, disturbances, and senseless violence like Charles Whitman’s infamous clock-tower rampage in Austin, Texas.

While SWAT isn’t the only indicator that the militarization of American policing is increasing, it is the most recognizable. The proliferation of SWAT teams across the country and their paramilitary tactics have spread a violent form of policing designed for the extraordinary but in these years made ordinary. When the concept of SWAT arose out of the Philadelphia and Los Angeles Police Departments, it was quickly picked up by big city police officials nationwide.  Initially, however, it was an elite force reserved for uniquely dangerous incidents, such as active shooters, hostage situations, or large-scale disturbances.

Nearly a half-century later, that’s no longer true.

In 1984, according to Radley Balko’s Rise of the Warrior Cop, about 26 percent of towns with populations between 25,000 and 50,000 had SWAT teams. By 2005, that number had soared to 80 percent and it’s still rising, though SWAT statistics are notoriously hard to come by.

As the number of SWAT teams has grown nationwide, so have the raids. Every year now, there are approximately 50,000 SWAT raids in the United States, according to Professor Pete Kraska of Eastern Kentucky University’s School of Justice Studies. In other words, roughly 137 times a day a SWAT team assaults a home and plunges its inhabitants and the surrounding community into terror.

Upping the Racial Profiling Ante

In a recently released report, “War Comes Home,” the American Civil Liberties Union (my employer) discovered that nearly 80 percent of all SWAT raids it reviewed between 2011 and 2012 were deployed to execute a search warrant.

Pause here a moment and consider that these violent home invasions are routinely used against people who are only suspected of a crime. Up-armored paramilitary teams now regularly bash down doors in search of evidence of a possible crime. In other words, police departments increasingly choose a tactic that often results in injury and property damage as its first option, not the one of last resort. In more than 60 percent of the raids the ACLU investigated, SWAT members rammed down doors in search of possible drugs, not to save a hostage, respond to a barricade situation, or neutralize an active shooter.

On the other side of that broken-down door, more often than not, are blacks and Latinos. When the ACLU could identify the race of the person or people whose home was being broken into, 68 percent of the SWAT raids against minorities were for the purpose of executing a warrant in search of drugs. When it came to whites, that figure dropped to 38 percent, despite the well-known fact that blacks, whites, and Latinos all use drugs at roughly the same rates. SWAT teams, it seems, have a disturbing record of disproportionately applying their specialized skill set within communities of color.

Think of this as racial profiling on steroids in which the humiliation of stop-and-frisk is raised to a terrifying new level.

Everyday Militarization

Don’t think, however, that the military mentality and equipment associated with SWAT operations are confined to those elite units. Increasingly, they’re permeating all forms of policing.

As Karl Bickel, a senior policy analyst with the Justice Department’s Community Policing Services office, observes, police across America are being trained in a way that emphasizes force and aggression. He notes that recruit training favors a stress-based regimen that’s modeled on military boot camp rather than on the more relaxed academic setting a minority of police departments still employ. The result, he suggests, is young officers who believe policing is about kicking ass rather than working with the community to make neighborhoods safer. Or as comedian Bill Maher reminded officers recently: “The words on your car, ‘protect and serve,’ refer to us, not you.”

This authoritarian streak runs counter to the core philosophy that supposedly dominates 21st-century American thinking: community policing.  Its emphasis is on a mission of “keeping the peace” by creating and maintaining partnerships of trust with and in the communities served. Under the community model, which happens to be the official policing philosophy of the U.S. government, officers are protectors but also problem-solvers who are supposed to care, first and foremost, about how their communities see them. They don’t command respect, the theory goes: they earn it. Fear isn’t supposed to be their currency. Trust is.

Nevertheless, police recruiting videos, as in those from California’s Newport Beach Police Department and New Mexico’s Hobbs Police Department, actively play up not the community angle but militarization as a way of attracting young men with the promise of Army-style adventure and high-tech toys. Policing, according to recruiting videos like these, isn’t about calmly solving problems; it’s about you and your boys breaking down doors in the middle of the night.

SWAT’s influence reaches well beyond that.  Take the increasing adoption of battle-dress uniforms (BDUs) for patrol officers. These militaristic, often black, jumpsuits, Bickel fears, make them less approachable and possibly also more aggressive in their interactions with the citizens they’re supposed to protect.

A small project at Johns Hopkins University seemed to bear this out. People were shown pictures of police officers in their traditional uniforms and in BDUs. Respondents, the survey indicated, would much rather have a police officer show up in traditional dress blues. Summarizing its findings, Bickel writes, “The more militaristic look of the BDUs, much like what is seen in news stories of our military in war zones, gives rise to the notion of our police being an occupying force in some inner city neighborhoods, instead of trusted community protectors.”

Where Do They Get Those Wonderful Toys?

“I wonder if I can get in trouble for doing this,” the young man says to his buddy in the passenger seat as they film the Saginaw County Sheriff Office’s new toy: a Mine Resistant Ambush Protected (MRAP) vehicle. As they film the MRAP from behind, their amateur video has a Red Dawn-esque feel, as if an occupying military were now patrolling this Michigan county’s streets. “This is getting ready for f**king crazy times, dude,” one young man comments. “Why,” his friend replies, “has our city gotten that f**king bad?”

In fact, nothing happening in Saginaw County warranted the deployment of an armored vehicle capable of withstanding bullets and the sort of improvised explosive devices that insurgent forces have regularly planted along roads in America’s recent war zones.  Sheriff William Federspiel, however, fears the worst. “As sheriff of the county, I have to put ourselves in the best position to protect our citizens and protect our property,” he told a reporter. “I have to prepare for something disastrous.”

Lucky for Federspiel, his exercise in paranoid disaster preparedness didn’t cost his office a penny. That $425,000 MRAP came as a gift, courtesy of Uncle Sam, from one of our far-flung counterinsurgency wars. The nasty little secret of policing’s militarization is that taxpayers are subsidizing it through programs overseen by the Pentagon, the Department of Homeland Security, and the Justice Department.

Take the 1033 program. The Defense Logistics Agency (DLA) may be an obscure agency within the Department of Defense, but through the 1033 program, which it oversees, it’s one of the core enablers of American policing’s excessive militarization. Beginning in 1990, Congress authorized the Pentagon to transfer its surplus property free of charge to federal, state, and local police departments to wage the war on drugs. In 1997, Congress expanded the purpose of the program to include counterterrorism in section 1033 of the defense authorization bill. In one single page of a 450-page law, Congress helped sow the seeds of today’s warrior cops.

The amount of military hardware transferred through the program has grown astronomically over the years. In 1990, the Pentagon gave $1 million worth of equipment to U.S. law enforcement. That number had jumped to nearly $450 million in 2013. Overall, the program has shipped off more than $4.3 billion worth of materiel to state and local cops, according to the DLA.

In its recent report, the ACLU found a disturbing range of military gear being transferred to civilian police departments nationwide. Police in North Little Rock, Arkansas, for instance, received 34 automatic and semi-automatic rifles, two robots that can be armed, military helmets, and a Mamba tactical vehicle. Police in Gwinnet County, Georgia, received 57 semi-automatic rifles, mostly M-16s and M-14s. The Utah Highway Patrol, according to a Salt Lake City Tribune investigation, got an MRAP from the 1033 program, and Utah police received 1,230 rifles and four grenade launchers. After South Carolina’s Columbia Police Department received its very own MRAP worth $658,000, its SWAT Commander Captain E.M. Marsh noted that 500 similar vehicles had been distributed to law enforcement organizations across the country.

Astoundingly, one-third of all war materiel parceled out to state, local, and tribal police agencies is brand new. This raises further disconcerting questions: Is the Pentagon simply wasteful when it purchases military weapons and equipment with taxpayer dollars? Or could this be another downstream, subsidized market for defense contractors? Whatever the answer, the Pentagon is actively distributing weaponry and equipment made for U.S. counterinsurgency campaigns abroad to police who patrol American streets and this is considered sound policy in Washington. The message seems striking enough: what might be necessary for Kabul might also be necessary for DeKalb County.

In other words, the 21st-century war on terror has melded thoroughly with the 20th-century war on drugs, and the result couldn’t be anymore disturbing: police forces that increasingly look and act like occupying armies.

How the Department of Homeland Security and the Department of Justice Are Up-Armoring the Police

When police departments look to muscle up their arms and tactics, the Pentagon isn’t the only game in town. Civilian agencies are in on it, too.

During a 2011 investigation, reporters Andrew Becker and G.W. Schulz discovered that, since 9/11, police departments watching over some of the safest places in America have used $34 billion in grant funding from the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) to militarize in the name of counterterrorism.

In Fargo, North Dakota, for example, the city and its surrounding county went on an $8 million spending spree with federal money, according to Becker and Schulz. Although the area averaged less than two murders a year since 2005, every squad car is now armed with an assault rifle. Police also have access to Kevlar helmets that can stop heavy firepower as well as an armored truck worth approximately $250,000. In Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1,500 beat cops have been trained to use AR-15 assault rifles with homeland security grant funding.

As with the 1033 program, neither DHS nor state and local governments account for how the equipment, including body armor and drones, is used. While the rationale behind stocking up on these military-grade supplies is invariably the possibility of a terrorist attack, school shooting, or some other horrific event, the gear is normally used to conduct paramilitary drug raids, as Balko notes.

Still, the most startling source of police militarization is the Department of Justice, the very agency officially dedicated to spreading the community policing model through its Community Oriented Policing Services office.

In 1988, Congress authorized the Byrne grant programs in the Anti-Drug Abuse Act, which gave state and local police federal funds to enlist in the government’s drug war. That grant program, according to Balko, led to the creation of regional and multi-jurisdictional narcotics task forces, which gorged themselves on federal money and, with little federal, state, or local oversight, spent it beefing up their weapons and tactics. In 2011, 585 of these task forces operated off Byrne-grant funding.

The grants, Balko reports, also incentivized the type of policing that has made the war on drugs such a destructive force in American society. The Justice Department doled out Byrne grants based on how many arrests officers made, how much property they seized, and how many warrants they served. The very things these narcotics task forces did very well. “As a result,” Balko writes, “we have roving squads of drug cops, loaded with SWAT gear, who get money if they conduct more raids, make more arrests, and seize more property, and they are virtually immune to accountability if they get out of line.”

Regardless of whether this militarization has occurred due to federal incentives or executive decision-making in police departments or both, police across the nation are up-armoring with little or no public debate. In fact, when the ACLU requested SWAT records from 255 law enforcement agencies as part of its investigation, 114 denied them. The justifications for such denials varied, but included arguments that the documents contained “trade secrets” or that the cost of complying with the request would be prohibitive. Communities have a right to know how the police do their jobs, but more often than not, police departments think otherwise.

Being the Police Means Never Having to Say You’re Sorry

Report by report, evidence is mounting that America’s militarized police are a threat to public safety. But in a country where the cops increasingly look upon themselves as soldiers doing battle day in, day out, there’s no need for public accountability or even an apology when things go grievously wrong.

If community policing rests on mutual trust between the police and the people, militarized policing operates on the assumption of “officer safety” at all costs and contempt for anyone who sees things differently. The result is an “us versus them” mentality.

Just ask the parents of Bou Bou Phonesavanh. Around 3:00 a.m. on May 28th, the Habersham County Special Response Team conducted a no-knock raid at a relative’s home near Cornelia, Georgia, where the family was staying. The officers were looking for the homeowner’s son, whom they suspected of selling $50 worth of drugs to a confidential informant.  As it happened, he no longer lived there.

Despite evidence that children were present—a minivan in the driveway, children’s toys littering the yard, and a Pack ‘n Play next to the door—a SWAT officer tossed a “flashbang” grenade into the home. It landed in 19-month-old Bou Bou’s crib and exploded, critically wounding the toddler. When his distraught mother tried to reach him, officers screamed at her to sit down and shut up, telling her that her child was fine and had just lost a tooth. In fact, his nose was hanging off his face, his body had been severely burned, and he had a hole in his chest. Rushed to the hospital, Bou Bou had to be put into a medically induced coma.

The police claimed that it was all a mistake and that there had been no evidence children were present. “There was no malicious act performed,” Habersham County Sheriff Joey Terrell told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. “It was a terrible accident that was never supposed to happen.” The Phonesavanhs have yet to receive an apology from the sheriff’s office. “Nothing. Nothing for our son. No card. No balloon. Not a phone call. Not anything,” Bou Bou’s mother, Alecia Phonesavanh, told CNN.

Similarly, Tampa Bay Police Chief Jane Castor continues to insist that Jay Westcott’s death in the militarized raid on his house was his own fault.  “Mr. Westcott lost his life because he aimed a loaded firearm at police officers. You can take the entire marijuana issue out of the picture,” Castor said. “If there’s an indication that there is armed trafficking going on—someone selling narcotics while they are armed or have the ability to use a firearm—then the tactical response team will do the initial entry.”

In her defense of the SWAT raid, Castor simply dismissed any responsibility for Westcott’s death. “They did everything they could to serve this warrant in a safe manner,” she wrote the Tampa Bay Times – “everything,” that is, but find an alternative to storming the home of a man they knew feared for his life.

Almost half of all American households report having a gun, as the ACLU notes in its report. That means the police always have a ready-made excuse for using SWAT teams to execute warrants when less confrontational and less violent alternatives exist.

In other words, if police believe you’re selling drugs, beware. Suspicion is all they need to turn your world upside down. And if they’re wrong, don’t worry; the intent couldn’t have been better.

Voices in the Wilderness

The militarization of the police shouldn’t be surprising. As Hubert Williams, a former police director of Newark, New Jersey, and Patrick V. Murphy, former commissioner of the New York City Police Department, put it nearly 25 years ago, police are “barometers of the society in which they operate.” In post-9/11 America, that means police forces imbued with the “hooah” mentality of soldiers and acting as if they are fighting an insurgency in their own backyard.

While the pace of police militarization has quickened, there has at least been some pushback from current and former police officials who see the trend for what it is: the destruction of community policing. In Spokane, Washington, Councilman Mike Fagan, a former police detective, is pushing back against police officers wearing BDUs, calling the get-up “intimidating” to citizens. In Utah, the legislature passed a bill requiring probable cause before police could execute a no-knock raid. Salt Lake City Police Chief Chris Burbank has been a vocal critic of militarization, telling the local paper, “We’re not the military. Nor should we look like an invading force coming in.” Just recently, Chief Charlie Beck of the Los Angeles Police Department agreed with the ACLU and the Los Angeles Times editorial board that “the lines between municipal law enforcement and the U.S. military cannot be blurred.”

Retired Seattle police chief Norm Stamper has also become an outspoken critic of militarizing police forces, noting “most of what police are called upon to do, day in and day out, requires patience, diplomacy, and interpersonal skills.” In other words, community policing. Stamper is the chief who green-lighted a militarized response to World Trade Organization protests in his city in 1999 (“The Battle in Seattle”). It’s a decision he would like to take back. “My support for a militaristic solution caused all hell to break loose,” he wrote in the Nation. “Rocks, bottles and newspaper racks went flying. Windows were smashed, stores were looted, fires lighted; and more gas filled the streets, with some cops clearly overreacting, escalating and prolonging the conflict.”

These former policemen and law enforcement officials understand that police officers shouldn’t be breaking down any citizen’s door at 3 a.m. armed with AR-15s and flashbang grenades in search of a small amount of drugs, while an MRAP idles in the driveway. The anti-militarists, however, are in the minority right now. And until that changes, violent paramilitary police raids will continue to break down the doors of nearly 1,000 American households a week.

War, once started, can rarely be contained.

Matthew Harwood is senior writer/editor at the American Civil Liberties Union and a TomDispatch regular. You can follow him on Twitter @mharwood31Follow TomDispatch on Twitter and join us on Facebook and Tumblr.

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