Re: The Worst Addiction Epidemic in U.S. History
Posted: Tue May 22, 2018 4:33 pm
I don't usually listen to 'This American Life', but found Sunday's broadcast by a woman grieving the loss of her sister particularly moving. I can't access the audio link to the show, but following is part of the text I found:

Dressing Mr. T up as Santa Claus and posing for a photo-op in 1983.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARNK9u2TvIA
1986 T.V. Promo

Nancy Reagan came to L.A. in 1989 to boost her image as an anti-drug crusader. Above, she counts the bullet holes in the front door of a suspected "rock house" in South L.A. (Douglas C. Pizac / Associated Press)
What a crack crock of shit sold to the public. Nancy wasn’t ‘focused’ on anything other than her image, wardrobe and parties. She helped jump start and became the beard for the Bush/Reagan/Bush regime's pro-drug campaign.

This reference ......
What I’d Say to the Drug Dealer Who Gave My Sister a Fatal Dose of Heroin
By Nadia Bowers
In 2015, 33,091 people died from opioid overdoses in the U.S. My sister was one of them. She passed away on July 31, 2015 at the age of 44. I often think about her last day and what her final moments were like. I also think about the person who gave her the drugs that ended her life. Below is what I might say to that person if we ever met.
DEAR DEALER,
Hey, man, what’s up? I’m saying “man” because most of the people who blew up my sister’s phone offering and seeking drugs were men. Men who had negative impacts on my sister’s life. Since I don’t know your name, I’ll just call you Dealer. You had the greatest and most negative impact on my sister’s life: You killed her.
In high school, at the height of the Just Say No movement in the late ‘80s, we were taught that kids who used drugs were pariahs, weak. They just couldn’t say no. But the people who sold the drugs, they had power. Drug dealers were dangerous, but also a little sexy. “I bet he’s like, a drug dealer.” But to call you a drug dealer here, with that same reverence, is naive, out of touch. I’m an adult now. I know better. I know addicts, and people in recovery; I’ve been around lots of drugs and have done my fair share. So, I’m familiar with your world, familiar enough to know that most people who call on you for their drugs probably refer to you as their dealer. Similar to how they refer to other helpful people in their lives: my mechanic, my hairdresser, my chiropractor, my dentist, my deli guy…my dealer.
What did you call my sister? My sister, Sasha, who I think you knew. I hope you didn’t call her Sash because that’s what a lot of people who loved her called her, and I find it hard to believe that you loved her. Did you call her by her name? Or, “lady?” How about, “hot mess,” when she was out of earshot? Or maybe you created a nickname for her like “purple,” the color of her car. The same car she was found in, slumped over, in the parking lot of a seafood restaurant off the side of the highway, according to the police report.
When she died, I was seven months pregnant, and when I gave birth the doctors gave me the same drug that killed her to ease my 46-hour labor. My husband had to pull my physician aside, and beg him not to tell me that he was about to inject me with the same drug that took my sister’s life. The drug you gave to her. The drug you mixed with heroin. The drug that’s 50 to 100 times more powerful than morphine. The one that stopped her breath, then her heart. Fentanyl.
I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME. Almost every day. You’re the only one who knows some very important things about how my sister died, so I feel like I deserve to know you. I deserve at least five minutes of your time. You may be the last person who saw her alive, and I’m a little jealous. Are you still alive? I feel like you are. And I’m angry about that. But if I found out that you’re dead, I might be angry about that too. Sometimes, I think about hurting you.
MORE...http://time.com/5281371/dear-dealer-sis ... -overdose/
.....reminded me of an earlier scourge and Nancy Reagan's bestowal to America.In high school, at the height of the Just Say No movement in the late ‘80s, we were taught that kids who used drugs were pariahs, weak.
'Just Say No' anti-drug campaign helped define Nancy Reagan's legacy
By Joe Mozingo, Sonali Kohli, Zahira Torres and Sonali Kohl
Mar 07, 2016
“From the early days of her husband's presidency, Nancy Reagan decided to focus on the anti-drug cause. She said she came up with the name of her campaign at a meeting with schoolchildren in Oakland, when a girl asked her, 'Mrs. Reagan, what do you do if somebody offers you drugs?'"
"Just say no," the first lady replied.”
http://www.latimes.com/local/california ... story.html

Dressing Mr. T up as Santa Claus and posing for a photo-op in 1983.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARNK9u2TvIA
1986 T.V. Promo

Nancy Reagan came to L.A. in 1989 to boost her image as an anti-drug crusader. Above, she counts the bullet holes in the front door of a suspected "rock house" in South L.A. (Douglas C. Pizac / Associated Press)
What a crack crock of shit sold to the public. Nancy wasn’t ‘focused’ on anything other than her image, wardrobe and parties. She helped jump start and became the beard for the Bush/Reagan/Bush regime's pro-drug campaign.




