When it comes to crack, politicians and pundits literally do not know what they are talking about. So have many of the rugged young officials now in charge of said hostilities.
The new republic
Both pencil pushers and paper pushers have been known to snort the occasional mound of cocaine. Virtually all came of age before the dawn of zero tolerance.
Even heroin is not utterly unknown to the opinion and policy classes. But crack is something else. Nor has anyone who regularly reports or comments in the media on the ravages of crack capitalism.
Having been through the experience, though, may facilitate a certain realism about the conflict in question. Crack is a pleasure both powerful and elusive. Smoke a rock and, for the next 20 minutes, you will likely appreciate sensuous phenomena ranging from MTV to neon lights to oral sex with renewed urgency.
After your 20 minutes is up, you will have a chemical aftertaste in your mouth and, in all likelihood, the sneaking desire to smoke another rock—to see what that was really all about.
Just one more. As you smoke your second rock, it may strike you that the crack high combines the best aspects of marijuana and cocaine. The pleasure of pot is not just a high, but a buzz; smoke a t and space out.
Cocaine, in contrast, is a clear high, a stimulant to sociality; do a line and get into some serious play or some pleasurable work. Crack is both spacey and intense.
It has the head rush of marijuana or amyl nitrate with the clarity induced by a noseful of powder cocaine. On the third rock, you may notice that your world looks just fine, as do various of the women or men in it.
You may find yourself in the company of experienced crackhe as you smoke your fourth rock. You may start to notice other aspects of the crack experience.
An individualistic drug, crack is often enjoyed in silence. You want your next rock, you want to get off, get out of this world—or at least transform it for a few minutes. You can be a moral tourist in the land of crack and still get a sense of how the drug can make sick sense to demoralized people. If all you have in life is bad choices, crack may not be the most unpleasant of them.
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Yeah, right. So he finally gets you a rock but chips off a little for himself. After my night of crack, I went home and fell into a light sleep with the lights on. I feared that an air conditioner was going to fall on my head. I took an unsatisfactory shower. I mused about the weird apparatchiks who wage war on drugs and who claim vindication in the fact that drug use is declining among the middle class.
They are the ones, I thought melodramatically, who should—who must! Before it is too late, I muttered, dragging comb through my hair. What if there were a drug I inquired of the mirror that could chemically induce feelings of upper-middle-classness.
Straight talk - crack
It would be attractive to the poor, and wildly popular among those who had no prayer of ever achieving that comfortable station in life. And it would be despised by people who had worked long, hard years to obtain that same mental state without resorting to the drug. It would be popular, cheap, and the cause of anti-social behavior. It would be a lot like crack. I put on my clothes and thought, for obscure reasons, of a yuppie acquaintance.
I am sure she has never tried crack. My mood was improving already.
Crack was a parody of Reaganism, I concluded, a brief high with a bad aftertaste and untold bodily damage. I flushed the toilet and straightened my tie. Had Bill Bennett ever smoked crack, I wondered? Probably not. I was no longer high, just daydreaming.
Safer crack smoking
I remembered meeting a University of Texas alum, and her bemused expression when I asked her if she thought Bill Bennett had smoked marijuana at UT in the late s. You are using an outdated browser. Please upgrade your browser and improve your visit to our site. The crack had worn off entirely, and I sat down to write an article about the drug problem.