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Thursday, May 22, 2014

Studying Urban Crime By Befriending A Neighborhood

Alice Goffman is author of "On the Run: Fugitive Life in an American City." (Ricardo Barros)

Alice Goffman is author of “On the Run: Fugitive Life in an American City.” (Ricardo Barros)

As an undergraduate at the University of Pennsylvania, Alice Goffman decided to study the crime problem in a Philadelphia neighborhood by completely immersing herself in the life.

Over the next six years, she lived in the neighborhood she calls “6th street.” She hung out with young African American men who were in and out of prison and often on the run from police for both minor and major infractions.

Goffman also experienced firsthand what it was like to be interrogated by the police and what happens when a SWAT team breaks down your door. She also witnessed a young man get killed as he left her car.

Goffman observed how the intense police surveillance of the neighborhood often encouraged the criminal behavior it was meant to prevent.

Now an assistant professor of sociology at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, Alice Goffman has published her account of those years in the new book “On the Run: Fugitive Life in an American City” (excerpt below)

She joins Here & Now’s Robin Young to discuss those years in Philadelphia.

Note: This excerpt contains language that some readers may find offensive.

Book Excerpt: ‘On the Run’

By Alice Goffman

Chapter One: The 6th Street Boys and Their Legal Entanglements

"On the Run" by Alice Goffman


On quiet afternoons, Chuck would sometimes pass the time by teaching his twelve- year-old brother, Tim, how to run from the police. They’d sit side by side on the iron back- porch steps of their two-story home, facing the shared concrete alley that connects the small fenced- in backyards of their block to those of the houses on the next.

“What you going to do when you hear the sirens?” Chuck asked.

“I’m out,” his little brother replied.

“Where you running to?”


“You can’t run here—they know you live here.”

“I’ma hide in the back room in the basement.”

“You think they ain’t tearing down that little door?”

Tim shrugged.

“You know Miss Toya?”


“You can go over there.”

“But I don’t even know her like that.”


“Why I can’t go to Uncle Jean’s?”

“’Cause they know that’s your uncle. You can’t go to nobody that’s connected to you.”

Tim nodded his head, seeming happy to get his brother’s attention no matter what he was saying.


Chuck was the eldest of three brothers. He shared a small, second-floor bedroom with Tim, seven years his junior, and Reggie, born right between them. Reggie had left for juvenile detention centers by the time he turned eleven, so Tim didn’t know his middle brother very well.

He looked up to Chuck almost like a father.

When Tim was a baby, his dad had moved down to South Carolina and married a woman there; he did not keep in touch. Reggie’s father was worse: an in-the-way (no-account) man of no consequence or merit, in prison on long bids and then out for stints of drunken robberies. Reggie said he wouldn’t recognize him in the street. By contrast, Chuck’s father came around a lot during his early years, a fact that Chuck sometimes mentioned when trying to explain why he knew right from wrong and his younger brothers did not.

The boys’ mother, Miss Linda, had been five years into a heavy crack habit when she became pregnant with Chuck, and continued using as the boys grew up. With welfare cuts the family had very little government assistance, and Miss Linda never could hold a job for more than a few months at a time. Her father’s post office pension paid the household bills, but he didn’t pay for food or clothes or school supplies. He said it was beyond what he could do, and not his responsibility anyway.

At thirteen Chuck began working for a local dealer, which meant that he could buy food for himself and Tim instead of asking his mother for money she didn’t have. His access to crack also meant that he could better regulate his mother’s addiction. Now she came to him to get drugs, and mostly stopped prostituting herself and selling off their household possessions when she needed a hit. In high school Chuck got arrested a number of times, but the cases didn’t stick and he continued working for the dealer.

By his sophomore year, Chuck’s legs were sticking out past the edge of the bunk bed he shared with Tim. He cleared out the unfinished basement and moved his mattress and clothing down there. The basement flooded and smelled like mildew and sometimes the rats bit him, but at least he had his own space. Tim was eight when Chuck moved out of their room, and he tried to put a brave face on it. When he couldn’t sleep, he padded down to the basement and crawled into bed with his brother.

In his senior year, when we met, Chuck stood six feet tall and had a build shaped by basketball and boxing his two favorite sports. That winter, he got into a fight in the school yard with a kid who had called his mom a crack whore. According to the police report, Chuck didn’t hurt the other guy much, only pushed his face into the snow, but the school cops charged him with aggravated assault. It didn’t matter, Chuck said, that he was on the basketball team, and making Cs and Bs. Since he’d just turned eighteen, the aggravated assault case landed him in the Curran-Fromhold Correctional Facility, a large pink and gray county jail on State Road in Northeast Philadelphia, known locally as CFCF or simply the F.

About a month after Chuck went to jail, Tim stopped speaking. He would nod his head yes or no, but didn’t say any words. When Chuck called home from jail he asked his mother to put Tim on the phone, and he would talk to his little brother about what he imagined was happening back at home.

“Mike prolly don’t be coming around no more, now that his baby-mom about to pop. She probably big as shit right now. If it’s a boy he going to be skinny like his pops, but if it’s a girl she’ll be a fat- ass like her mom.” Tim never answered, but sometimes he smiled. Chuck kept talking until his minutes ran out. In his letters and phone calls home, Chuck tried to persuade his mother to take his little brother to the jail for visiting hours. “He just need to see me, like, he ain’t got nobody out there.” Miss Linda didn’t have the state ID required to visit inmates in county jail, only a social security card and an old voter registration card, and anyway she hated seeing her sons locked up. Chuck’s friends Mike and Alex offered to take Tim along with them, but since Tim was a minor, his parent or guardian had to go, too. Eight months after Chuck was taken into custody, the judge threw out most of the charges and Chuck came home, with only a couple hundred dollars in court fees hanging over his head. When Tim saw his brother walking up the alley, he cried and clung to his leg. He tried to stay awake through the evening festivities but finally fell asleep with his head in Chuck’s lap.

Over the next few months, Chuck patiently coaxed his brother to start speaking again. He stayed in most nights and played video games with Tim on the old TV in the living room. He even moved back up to Tim’s room for a while, so Tim wouldn’t be alone at night. He extended his bed with a folding chair, propping his legs up on it and cursing when they fell through.

“He’ll get it back,” Chuck said. “He just needs some QT [quality time].”

Tim nodded hopefully.

The following fall, Chuck tried to re- enroll as a senior, but the high school would not admit him; he had already turned nineteen. Then the judge on his old assault case issued a warrant for his arrest, because he hadn’t paid $225 in court fees that came due a few weeks after his assault case ended. He spent a few months on the run before going downtown to the Warrant and Surrender Office of the Criminal Justice Center to see if he could work something out with the judge. It was a big risk: Chuck wasn’t sure if they’d take him into custody on the spot.

Instead, the court clerk worked out a monthly payment plan, and Chuck came home, jubilant, that afternoon. That fall Tim started speaking again. He remained very quiet, preferring to communicate with a small smile or a shake of his head. Tim’s first arrest came later that year, after he’d turned eleven. Chuck was driving Tim to school in his girlfriend’s car, and when a cop pulled them over the car came up as stolen in California. Chuck had a pretty good idea which one of his girlfriend’s relatives had stolen the car, but he didn’t say anything. “Wasn’t going to help,” he said. The officer took both brothers into custody, and down at the police station they charged Chuck with receiving stolen property. They charged Tim with accessory, and later a judge in the juvenile court placed Tim on three years of probation.

With this probation sentence hanging over Tim’s head, any encounter with the police might mean a violation and a trip to juvenile detention, so Chuck began teaching his little brother how to run from the police in earnest: how to spot undercover cars, how and where to hide, how to negotiate a police stop so that he didn’t put himself or those around him at greater risk.



Chuck and Tim’s middle brother, Reggie, came home for a few months then. He was an overweight young man of fifteen, and already developing a reputation as good muscle for robberies. Older guys in the neighborhood referred to him as a cannon, meaning a person of courage and commitment. Reggie had heart, they said. He wouldn’t back down from danger. Miss Linda described her middle son as a goon. Unlike herself and her oldest son, Chuck, Reggie seemed utterly uninterested in neighborhood gossip. He didn’t care if someone else was out there making money or getting girls—he only cared if he was.

“And he fearless,” she said with some pride. “A stone- cold gangster.”

Reggie also had a lesser- known artistic side: he wrote rhymes on the outside, and penned a number of “’hood” novels while he was locked up. When Reggie came home this time, he planned a number of daring schemes to rob armored cars or big- time drug dealers, but he could rarely find anyone around 6th Street willing to team up with him. “Niggas be backing out at the last minute!” he lamented to me, half- jokingly.

“They ain’t got no heart.”

Chuck tried to discourage Reggie from these robberies, but Reggie didn’t seem to have the patience for making slow money selling drugs hand to hand, so he contributed only sporadically to the household. “My brother’s the breadwinner,” he acknowledged. A month after he turned fi fteen, Reggie tested positive for marijuana at a routine probation meeting. (This is referred to as a piss test, and when you test positive, it is called hot piss.) The probation board issued him a technical violation, and instead of allowing them to take him into custody, Reggie ran out of the building. They soon issued a bench warrant for his arrest.

That evening, Reggie explained that there was no point in turning himself in, because being in juvenile detention is much worse than living on the run.

“How long are you going to be on the run for?” I asked.

“Till I turn myself in.”

“That’s what you’re going to do?”

“No, that’s something I could do, but I’m not.”


“’Cause what happened last time I turned myself in? Time.”

“Last time when you got locked up you had turned yourself in?”

“Did I.”

“How long did you sit before your case came up?”

“Like nine months.”

During the time Reggie was on the run from this probation violation, he also became a suspect in an armed robbery case, so the police issued a body warrant—an open warrant for those accused of committing new crimes—for his arrest. The robbery had been caught on tape, and the footage was even aired on the six o’clock news. The cops began driving around the neighborhood with Reggie’s picture and asking people to identify him. They raided his mother’s house in the middle of the night, and the next morning Reggie told me:

Yo, the law ran up in my crib last night talking about they had a body warrant for a armed robbery. I ain’t rob nobody since I had to get that bail money for my brother last year. . . . They talking ’bout they going to come back every night till they grab me. Now my mom saying she going to turn me in ’cause she don’t want the law in her crib. . . . I’m not with it. I ain’t going back to jail. I’ll sleep in my car if I have to.

In fact, Reggie did take to sleeping in his car, and managed to live on the run for a few months before the cops caught him.

* * *

Some people in the neighborhood said that Chuck and his younger brothers got into so much trouble because their fathers weren’t around, and their mother failed to set a good example. By virtually all accounts, Miss Linda was an addict and had not raised her boys well. One had only to step foot inside her house to know this: it smelled of piss and vomit and stale cigarettes, and cockroaches roamed freely across the countertops and soiled living room furniture. But many of Chuck’s friends had mothers who hadn’t succumbed to crack, who  worked two jobs and went to church. These friends, too, were spending a lot of their time dealing with the police and the courts.



Mike was two years older than Chuck and had grown up just a block away in a two- story home shared with his mother and uncle, who had inherited the house from Mike’s grandfather. His mother kept an exceptionally clean house and held down two and sometimes three jobs.

Mike’s first arrest had come at thirteen, when the police stopped, searched, and arrested him for carrying a small quantity of marijuana. He was put on probation and managed to stay out of trouble long enough to finish high school by taking night classes, as the large graduation photo on his mother’s mantel attested.

The two jobs Mike’s mom worked meant that he had more money growing up than most of the other guys—enough for new school clothes and Christmas gifts. Chuck and Alex sometimes joked that as a result of this relatively privileged upbringing, Mike had too strong an appetite for the finer things in life, like beautiful women and the latest fashion. His elaborate morning routine of clothes ironing, hair care, body lotion, and sneaker buffing was the source of much amusement. “Two full hours from the shower to the door,” Chuck quipped. Mike defended these habits and affinities, claiming that they came from an ambition to make something more of himself than what he was given.

At twenty- two, Mike was working part time at a pharmaceutical warehouse and selling crack on the side for extra cash. His high school girlfriend was about to give birth to their second child.

A few weeks after his daughter was born, Mike lost the job at the warehouse. Complications with his daughter’s birth had caused him to miss work too many days in a row. He spent the first six months of his daughter’s life in a fruitless and humiliating attempt to find work; then he persuaded a friend from another neighborhood to give him some crack to sell on credit.

Mike had no brothers or sisters but often went around with his young boy Ronny, whom he regarded as a brother and in more sentimental moments as a godson. Ronny was a short and stocky boy who wore do-rags that concealed a short Afro, and hoodies that he pulled down to cover most of his face. His mother had gotten strung out on crack while he was growing up, and he spent his early years shuttling between homeless shelters. An adopted aunt on his father’s side raised Ronny until he was twelve. When this beloved aunt died, his maternal grandmother took over his care. That’s when the trips to detention centers started.

A self- proclaimed troublemaker, Ronny was repeatedly kicked out of school for things like hitting his teacher or trying to steal the principal’s car. When his grandmother asked him to be good, he smiled with one corner of his mouth and said, “I want to, Nanna, but I can’t promise nothing. I can’t even say I’m going to try.” Daily she threatened to send him away to a juvenile detention center. Ronny began to carry a gun at thirteen, and at fifteen he shot himself in the leg while boarding a bus. Ronny was also an excellent dancer and, in his words, “a lil’ pimp.”

The first time we had a real conversation, we were driving to various jails in the city to find where Mike was being held, because the police had arrested him earlier that morning. We were sitting in my car, and Ronny asked how old I was. I told him my age at the time: twenty-one. After a moment he grinned and said, “I’ve been with women older than you.” Soon after we met, Ronny made a name for himself in the neighborhood by getting into a cop chase from West to South Philly, first by car and then on foot through a gas station, a Laundromat, and an arcade. He spent most of the next six years in juvenile detention centers in upstate Pennsylvania and Maryland.



Alex had grown up a few blocks off 6th Street, but he hung out there all through his childhood and became good friends with Chuck and Mike in high school. He lived with his mother, but when he turned fi fteen his father had reconnected with the family, which improved their circumstances substantially. His dad owned two small businesses in the neighborhood, and Alex got to hang out there after school.

By twenty- three, Alex was a portly man with a pained and tired look about him, as if the weight of caring for his two toddlers and their mothers were too much for him to bear. He had sold crack and pills on the block in his teens and spent a year upstate on a drug conviction. By his early twenties, he was working hard to live in compliance with his two-year parole sentence. He worked part time at his dad’s heating and air-conditioning repair shop, moving to full-time hours by the end of 2004. Sometimes Mike and Chuck grudgingly noted that if their dads owned a small business they’d have jobs, too, but mostly they seemed happy for Alex and hoped he could keep his good thing going.



Anthony was twenty-two years old when we met, and living in an abandoned Jeep off 6th Street. The year before, his aunt kicked him out of her house because she caught him stealing from her purse, though Anthony denied this. He occasionally found day- labor work in light construction, sometimes getting on a crew for a few weeks at a time. In between, Mike sometimes gave him a little crack to sell, though he was never any good at selling it because he put up no defense when other guys robbed him. “Living out here [in a car], I can’t just go shoot niggas up, you feel me?” Anthony explained. “Everybody knows where I’m at. I ain’t got no walls around me.”

When Anthony and I met, he had a bench warrant out for his arrest, because he hadn’t paid $173 in court fees for a case that ended that year. He had spent nine of the previous twelve months in jail awaiting the decision. Soon after, two neighbors who knew that Anthony had this bench warrant called the police and got him arrested, because they said he had stolen three pairs of shoes from them.

“Where would I even put three pairs of sneaks?” Anthony asked, pointing to the backseat of the Jeep.

“He probably sold them,” Mike said, “for food and weed.”

When Anthony got sick with what looked to be pneumonia, Chuck started letting him sleep on a blanket on the floor next to his bed in the basement, sneaking him in through the back door after his grandfather was asleep. Chuck’s mother, Miss Linda, let Anthony stay even after Chuck got locked up later that year, though Anthony’s tax, she said, would have to go up. In angry moments Anthony complained bitterly that he would never be able to leave Miss Linda’s for his own place, because she continually stole the money he was trying to save from his pockets when he was asleep.

* * *

The legal issues that Chuck and his friends on 6th Street struggled with seemed immense to me—too numerous and complex to keep straight without copious notes. Between the ages of twenty- two and twenty- seven, Mike spent about three and a half years in jail or prison. Out of the 139 weeks that he was not incarcerated, he spent 87 weeks on probation or parole for five overlapping sentences. He spent 35 weeks with a warrant out for his arrest, and had a total of ten warrants issued on him. He also had at least fifty-one court appearances over this five-year period, forty-seven of which I attended.

Initially I assumed that Chuck, Mike, and their friends represented an outlying group of delinquents: the bad apples of the neighborhood. After all, some of them occasionally sold marijuana and crack cocaine to local customers, and sometimes they even got into violent gun battles. I grew to understand that many young men from 6th Street were at least intermittently earning money by selling drugs, and the criminal justice entanglements of Chuck and his friends were on a par with what many other unemployed young men in the neighborhood were experiencing. By the time Chuck entered his senior year of high school in 2002, young women outnumbered young men in his classes by more than 2:1. Going through his freshman yearbook years later, when he turned twenty- two, he identifi ed roughly half the boys in his ninth- grade class as currently sitting in jails or prisons.



In 2007 Chuck and I went door to door and conducted a household survey of the 6th Street neighborhood. We interviewed 308 men between the ages of eighteen and thirty. Of these young men, 144 reported that they had a warrant issued for their arrest because of either delinquencies with court fines and fees or failure to appear for a court date within the previous three years. For that same period, 119 men reported that they had been issued warrants for technical violations of their probation or parole (for example, drinking or breaking curfew).

According to contacts at the Philadelphia Warrant Unit, there were about eighty thousand open warrants in the city in the winter of 2010. A small portion of these warrants were for new criminal cases—so- called body warrants. Most were bench warrants for missing court or for unpaid court fees, or technical warrants issued for violations of probation or parole.

Until the 1970s, the city’s efforts to round up people with outstanding warrants consisted of two men who sat at a desk in the evening and made calls to the people on the warrant list, encouraging them to either come in and get a new court date or get on a payment plan for their unpaid court fees. During the day, these same men transported prisoners.

In the 1970s, a special Warrant Unit was created in the Philadelphia courts to actively pursue people with open warrants. Its new captain prided himself on improving and updating the unit’s tracking system, and getting the case files onto a computer. By the 1990s, every detective division in the Philadelphia Police Department had its own Warrant Unit. Today, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives, and the US Marshals all run their own separate Warrant Units out of the Philadelphia force as well.

As the number of police officers and special units focused on rounding up people with warrants increased, the technology to locate and identify people with warrants improved. Computers were installed in police cars, and records of citizens’ legal histories and pending legal actions became synchronized—first across the city’s police force and then among police departments across the country. It became possible to run a person’s name for any kind of warrant, from any jurisdiction in the country, almost instantly.

The number of arrests an officer or a unit makes had been a key indication of performance since at least the 1960s. When technology improved, taking people in on warrants became a ready way for police to show they were actively fighting crime. Those officers or units who cleared more warrants or arrested more people were informally rewarded; those who cleared or arrested fewer people were encouraged to catch up.

In interviews, Philadelphia police officers explained that when they are looking for a particular man, they access social security records, court records, hospital admission records, electric and gas bills, and employment records. They visit a suspect’s usual haunts (for ex ample, his home, his workplace, and his street corner) at the times he is likely to be there, and will threaten his family or friends with arrest if they don’t cooperate, particularly when they themselves have their own lower-level warrants, are on probation, or have a pending court case. In addition to these methods, the Warrant Units operating out of the Philadelphia Police Department use a sophisticated computer- mapping program that tracks people who have warrants, are on probation or parole, or have been released on bail. Officers round up these potential informants and threaten them with jail time if they don’t provide information about the person the police are looking for. A local FBI officer got inspired to develop the computer program after watching a documentary about the Stasi—the East German secret police. With another program, officers follow wanted people in real time by tracking their cell phones.

* * *

On 6th Street, the fear of capture and confinement weighs not only on young men with warrants out for their arrest but also on those going through a court case or attempting to complete probation or parole sentences. The supervisory restrictions of probation and parole bar these men from going out at night, driving a car, crossing state lines, drinking alcohol, seeing their friends, and visiting certain areas in the city. Coupled with an intense policing climate, these restrictions mean that encounters with the authorities are highly likely, and may result in a violation of the terms of release and a swift return to jail or prison.

The threat of confinement similarly follows men on house arrest or living in halfway houses. Those out on bail understand that any new arrest allows a judge to revoke the terms of their release and return them to confinement, even if the charges are later dropped. And many young men, with and without legal entanglements, worry about new charges. At any moment, they may be stopped by police and their tenuous claim to freedom revoked.

When Mike, Chuck, and their friends assembled outside in the midmornings, the first topics of the day were frequently who had been taken into custody the night before, and who had outrun the cops and gotten away. They discussed how the police identified and located the person, what the charges were likely to be, what physical harm had been done to the man as he was caught and arrested, what property the police had taken, and what had been wrecked or lost during the chase. Police, jail, and court language permeated general conversation. Chuck and Mike referred to their girlfriends as Co-Ds (codefendants) and spoke of catching a case (to be arrested and charged with a crime) when accused of some wrong by their friends and family. Call list, the term for the phone numbers of family and friends one is allowed to call from prison or jail, became the term for close friends. The first week I spent on 6th Street, I saw two boys, five and seven years old, play a game of chase in which one boy assumed the role of the cop who must run after the other. When the “cop” caught up to the other child, he pushed him down and cuffed him with imaginary handcuff s. He then patted down the other child and felt in his pockets, asking if he had warrants or was carrying a gun or any drugs. The child then took a quarter out of the other child’s pocket, laughing and yelling, “I’m seizing that!” In the following months, 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.”

By the time Chuck and Mike were in their early teens, they had learned to fear the police and to flee when they approached.

Excerpted from the book ON THE RUN: THE FUGITIVE LIFE IN AN AMERICAN CITY by Alice Goffman. Published by the University of Chicago Press. Copyright © 2014 The University of Chicago. All rights reserved.


  • Alice Goffman, assistant professor of sociology at the University of Wisconsin-Madison and author of “On the Run.”




The statistics about the incarcerated in America are astounding. Rates remain pretty constant until the late '70s. Then even though crime rates began to fall, cities turned to tough on crime policies, picking up small things, hoping that would discourage them from doing the big things. And now, according to the World Prison Population List, the U.S. imprisons more people than China or Russia. And many researchers have documented the inequities of race and income and justice.

According to the researchers Becky Pettit and Bruce Western, 60 percent of poor blacks who don't finish high school will go to prison, what sociologist Dave Garland calls mass imprisonment. This week, NPR is presenting a terrific series on iniquity in the justice system.

And now to the growing voices of concern, you can add Alice Goffman's. Alice took an ethnography class at the University of Pennsylvania and ultimately moved onto a block in a poor black neighborhood in Philadelphia, for six years to write her thesis, documenting the world in which young men circle through the court system, and young women visit them in court and in jail - kind of a poor man's version of the prom date.

Alice Goffman's book is "On the Run: Fugitive Life in an America in the City." She's now an assistant professor of sociology at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. And she joins us from the studios of Wisconsin Public Radio.

And, Alice, you call this block Sixth Street, and you first visiting as a tutor. But you befriend a group of young men, including Mike, who caught a case, got arrested, something you learn is common. Start there.

ALICE GOFFMAN: Growing up in a middle-class, very white neighborhood in Philadelphia - not very far from this neighborhood, but a very different scene - I had never known anyone who had caught a case. I'd never known anyone who had been to court. And I thought this was a very grave and significant event in his life. And, like, he knows everybody. Like, he was just greeting, you know, many, many of the young men there.

I got to know his friends. I got to know Chuck and Alex and other members of this - of the young men who live in this neighborhood. And I realized that going to court and having warrants is like a part of normal life for them, which was an absolute, you know, shock to me as an undergraduate.

YOUNG: Let's explain why, because, as you detail, people would get caught in the cycle maybe based on nothing, maybe based on something. But it almost doesn't matter. It's the cycle that becomes important.

GOFFMAN: Right, so let's take Tim. Tim is the younger brother of Chuck, who was a young man who was very close with Mike, who I got to know over these years. Tim's first arrest came at age 11, when he was stopped in a car. His older brother, Chuck, was driving him to school in his girlfriend's car. And a cop pulled them over. They ran the tags, and the car came up as stolen in California.

Chuck had never been to California, had no idea which one of his girlfriends' relatives or who had stolen the car. But the officer took both brothers into custody. And then down at the police station, he charged Chuck with receiving stolen property. And they charged Tim, aged 11, with accessory. And later, a judge in the juvenile court placed Tim on three years of probation. So then he became very worried that any encounter with the police would result in a violation.

Mike, another person, Mike's first arrest came a little later, at age 13. The police stopped, searched and arrested him for carrying a very small quantity of marijuana. He was then put on probation.

Chuck actually managed to get through most of high school without going to jail. He was on a very good path. What pushed him off the path was when he was 18, he was a senior in high school, he got into a schoolyard fight with a guy who called his mom a crack whore. And then the school cops, and then the regular cops who came charged him with aggravated assault. The guy who he got into a fight with was not severely harmed, but the pushed his face into the snow.

Anyway, so he had this aggravated assault charge. So he spent his entire senior year in county jail as the trial dates dragged on and on. He missed a full year of school. And then he was 19 when he came out. So the charges - almost all of the charges were dropped.

YOUNG: But he can't go back to school, because he's too old.

GOFFMAN: But he's 19. He can't go back to school. So then he is a high school dropout. So even though most of the charges were dismissed, he had to pay court fees - about $200, I believe. He couldn't pay them. Didn't have the money. So he had a bench warrant for his unpaid court fees, so then he was on the run.

YOUNG: So it's not even the initial thing you got pulled over for. It's the layers afterwards, the bail you can't make, maybe, or the period...

GOFFMAN: Right, the court date that you missed or the parole - the technical requirements of probation or parole that you violate - precisely, yeah. That puts it very well.

I think there are two ways to think about crime and violence in communities like Sixth Street, in poor communities of color. One: there's some amount of crime that's been basically on par with what white middle-class young men are doing. White middle-class young men are using just as many drugs as poor African-American men. They're also getting into fights. I can tell you from being an undergrad at Penn that they're also using lots of drugs, for example at parties, and there's rape on college campus as we've been hearing a lot about lately.

But none of those undergraduates that I got to know at Penn graduated with felony convictions. Those parties are not raided. They are not stopped and searched. Their crimes go sort of - you know, there's actually a special police to protect the Penn students from the larger police.

But then there is a level of violence that is different and that is higher. The question is where is that violence coming from, and how should we deal with it. Should we deal with violence by locking up 60 percent of young men in a neighborhood, or should we try to understand the underlying causes? You know, for me they're about acute poverty, exclusion from the labor market for generations, and I think those are social problems that demand social solutions.

YOUNG: Well, in the meantime, talk about the counter-culture that has sprung up in at least the neighborhood you were in to sort of serve these people who are in this washing-machine cycle of in and out of courthouses, young men teaching their even younger siblings how to run from the police, families that hide people, this alternative economy. Talk a little bit about that.

GOFFMAN: So by the time I got to this neighborhood, that was 2002. So police curfews had been established around the area for people under age 18, which meant that basically anybody who looked under 30 could be stopped and searched. Now with stop and frisk, that has spread. Police video cameras were on major streets.

So the first 18 months of research that I did, I wrote down all of the interactions with police that I observed in the neighborhood. Every day I saw the police stop someone, arrest someone, with five exceptions in those 18 months. Fourteen times I saw the police punch, choke, kick, beat, stomp on young men as they were chasing them.

So we're talking about a level of police activity and a relationship with the police that's profoundly different from the one, for example, in the neighborhood I grew up in. Mike's mother often talked about the police as an occupying force. So yeah, in this context there becomes this whole shadow economy.

One young man that I got to know, Javone(ph), he had a great acting voice. He always mimicked his older cousins. So he started making all this money from people in the neighborhood, staying home to take these parole calls so that men could have some freedom in the evening. And he, like, developed this whole client base.

YOUNG: It's part of this alternative economy. You also meet a hospital janitor who brings home what's needed to set a little boy's broken arm. There are people who sell a phony license for $1,000 or sell things you usually need an ID for, rental cars and hotel rooms. Alice Goffman's new book is called "On the Run." You are listening to HERE AND NOW.


YOUNG: We're spending some time today with Alice Goffman. When she was studying ethnography at the University of Pennsylvania, she moved onto a block in a poor neighborhood, befriending young black men caught up in the new fee-based criminal system. Arrested for petty crimes, they often couldn't pay fines. Warrants would be issued. They'd drop out of sight and into a more violent world. Her book is "On the Run," and she was often running with them from police.

She was roughed up during home raids. A young man was shot and killed near her. She was splattered with his blood. But she says she had to remain an academic. We'll ask her about that. But Alice, you say that with these warrants, it's impossible for these young men to go to work, go to a funeral, go to a hospital to see a child born.

GOFFMAN: It turned out, you know, and this took me a long time to figure out, but what it is is that they look for you in all the places that you need to go to in order to be a good person. Once you're caught up with probation, parole, court cases, it's exactly the things that you would want to do to be an upstanding citizen and stay on the right side of things that will end up being a path to prison because those are the places that the police will be looking for you.

YOUNG: But you also point out the police are in an impossible position. They're essentially the only government body charged with addressing the significant social problems of these young men.

GOFFMAN: Yeah, I mean, they're certainly responding to policies that have been around for the past few decades. The idea is to arrest as many people as possible. And I think a lot of criminal justice professionals actually now are really thinking very seriously about to heal the relationship between police and communities of color and to kind of envision a new role for police.

So that's all - that's very exciting to me.

YOUNG: Well, talk a little bit more about, again, this alternative culture that grows up around this block. For instance we mentioned people, even if they're shot, afraid to go to the hospital.

GOFFMAN: Right so Ronnie(ph) came home from juvenile detention, and he was thrust into ongoing shootouts between two groups of guys. So he became very scared for his life, and he started carrying a gun, and this gun went off while he was getting onto a bus, and he shot himself in the leg. Because he was on probation and had just come home from juvenile detention, there was no way he was going to go to the hospital.

So he bled on his grandmother's couch for three days until she found the nurse's assistant, and she came over and took the bullet out. I turned the music up very loud and actually put a rag...

YOUNG: You were there.

GOFFMAN: Yeah, yeah, I - she put a rag in his mouth and then took the bullet out and gave him some bandages. And his grandmother paid her with, like, with food and a little bit of money.

YOUNG: You are immersing yourself in a culture the way an anthropologist would, and yet there are times when reading it, I think, well, wait a second, should you have gone for help when you saw illegal activity. Should you call it in? Did you get too close to your subjects?

GOFFMAN: Yeah, I mean, I think, you know, you go to a neighborhood, and you just to basically understand what's happening, and then you try to report on that as truthfully as possible. You know, if I had called the police on all the people who were involved in anything illegal, the study would've been over right there.

YOUNG: So you describe these rituals, going to court, going to jail, as replacing for these young people homecoming, prom.

GOFFMAN: Yeah, so by the time Chuck was in his senior year of high school, women outnumbered young men in his class by more than two to one. You know, many young men in this neighborhood are not coming of age in school. They're coming of age in juvenile detention and then in jail and then in prison. So they're still, like, oh, I wonder if he likes me, you know.

But all these moments, they happen in courtrooms instead of cafeterias. One of the saddest things that I very often observed in these years of research was watching Mike and Chuck and their friends apply for jobs and not get any. And I'm not talking about apply for a couple jobs. I'm talking about applying for dozens and dozens of very low-level jobs.

I think the reason that I really want to be writing about it or reporting on it is because people who don't live in neighborhoods like this don't know what's happening. And I think in this moment of reform that we are in, where President Obama is talking about ending the drug war, and the Attorney General Eric Holder is talking about racial disparities in sentencing, I want people from neighborhoods like to, you know, be part of the conversation.

YOUNG: Well, and you're very - you're a dispassionate observer throughout almost all of the book, very scholarly. And then you write about your methodology. And we learn that as disoriented as you were, as a young white girl going into this black neighborhood, you couldn't even understand what people were saying. It was equally disorienting to come out of it.

You found yourself nervous around large groups of white people. You had missed years of the white culture change. You didn't understand men who seemed, I don't know, more sensitive.

GOFFMAN: Hipsters, yeah, the whole hipster thing completely passed me by.

YOUNG: Yeah, and more than that, when a balloon popped, you're practically having post-traumatic stress. I know that you want all the attention to be on your subjects, but just how has this changed you?

GOFFMAN: I think, you know, when I go to Philadelphia now, I see the - I see Mike, and I see - Chuck is no longer with us, but, you know, these are my...

YOUNG: Well let's - I mean, this is somebody you introduced us to. We spent a lot of time with him. And then we learn he was shot and killed.

GOFFMAN: That's right.

YOUNG: This all had to have affected you.

GOFFMAN: Yeah, I mean, I think the death of someone close to you is - you know, lots of people can relate to that, and I think the people in this neighborhood that I got to know are dealing with more deaths of people around them and people who are younger and people who should not have died a whole lot. So, you know, the whole term, like post-traumatic stress, like it doesn't really make sense because, like, there's no post here.

You know, it's just traumatic. So certainly I was part of that, and, you know, trying to read accounts from other eras of history or other contexts where I might see some kind of similarity, you know, to try to get some sort of purchase on what I was seeing, one of the places was these accounts of very repressive regimes, where there's a lot of - the government is creating informants to, you know, people turning against each other as a whole way of, you know, handling the population and people worried that they will be seized in the streets.

But also reading about people going through wars, you know. It's a very tough way to come of age.

YOUNG: So what do we do? You write about there's a divide: the clean people; the dirty people. The clean people in the same neighborhood, the young boys who stay inside, never go outside so have no problems with crime, but they never go outside; family members that are living clean lives, but they've had to cut themselves off from other family members.

So they may want to have more policing, but it doesn't seem to be working. But then again do you totally abandon black neighborhoods the way some would say they were abandoned in the '60s and '70s? So what to do?

GOFFMAN: Yeah, I mean, I think, well, we're in this moment where a lot of happening. Michelle Alexander's book "The New Jim Crow" has done more in the past few years to change the public conversation than I think anybody else. And for the past four years we've seen these very modest decreases in incarceration after 40 years of growth.

So I'm very optimistic. I think we need to fundamentally re-conceptualize the role of the police. It would be great if police can become people who can mediate disputes. Also we need to think more broadly about justice. We need to think about justice and opportunities for decent jobs, justice in the rates of police arrests, justice in the length of sentences.

How much should people continue to pay after they have come home? You know, is it just for people to be going back to prison for being unable to pay their court fees or for staying out past the curfew of their parole? Should we give prison time for that? Is the prison the best way to be handling the problems of poor people in communities that for a long time have been excluded, drug addiction, unemployment, the crime that comes with that.

You know, is prison the best solution we can think of? We have this very costly system right now that I think is no longer serving the public good, and it's causing a lot of harm in poor communities of color, communities that are already dealing with a lot.

YOUNG: Alice Goffman. Her new book is "On the Run: Fugitive Life in an American City." Alice is current assistant professor of sociology at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. She wrote the book and lived the life while she was a student. Alice, thanks so much.

GOFFMAN: Thanks very much for having me on. It's been really great talking to you. Transcript provided by NPR, Copyright NPR.

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  • Rick

    Young black males commit way more crimes than the general population. That’s why there are so many of them in prison. Maybe you should look into why they are committing so many crimes, instead of implying that their imprisonment is due to a racist society.

    • Rick Evans

      Maybe you should listen to the interview before responding. Early in the interview Goffman identified petty criminality by young white males that gets a pass but which throws young black males into the criminal justice system. It even starts in racially biased punishment in the school system and has been widely reported.

      I won’t change your mind but I’m old enough to remember how violent the predominantly white lower east side of Manhattan was before gentrification.

      • Rick

        I did listen to the interview. And it didn’t change my mind. I have life experience, too, and I’ve seen plenty of white boys go to jail for “a small amount of marijuana” or for beating the crap out of someone who was talking about their mom.

        They complain there is too much police presence (which is very expensive to tax payers, by the way). But you know darn well that they would complain nosy ad much of there was a lap of police presence.

      • Someone

        The problem goes back to integration of our schools, letting white people into our lives, buying their goods working their jobs.

        • Rick

          You sound racist

    • Kathy

      You are way off base, you have to look at the root of the problem, these boys are not given a chance.

      • Rick

        Of course they are given a chance. Just being born in the United States should be considered a blessing. A free public education would also be considered “a chance”.

        • kaaramel

          Ha! Please! I was not born in the United States but I’m here and benefitting. I know that many blacks would be better off if they grew up somewhere else and came to the US later. I told one black Mom who was going through the immigration process for her son, since you don’t live in a good neighborhood seriously consider letting your son stay home. Don’t let him come here until he’s at least 18. So far I have gotten the best of two countries because I happened to leave one at the right time and enter the other at the right time. I grew up poor but I did not grow up in an inner-city concrete/brick jungle ghetto.

  • JD

    Alice Goffman – thank you for your stories which made me look with fresh eyes on this subject.

  • Mary

    This is a great study that illustrates the way that industrial racism affects and imprisons African American males at a very young age and sentences them to a lifetime with limited opportunities.

  • Rob

    Rick, you’ve got to be kidding. To think that white kids and blacks kids are treated the same by authorities if outrages. Need I remind you that those young boys with potential are in those neighborhoods and environments as the result redlining and their parents and grandparents did not have access to the same credit or job opportunities? They haven’t had the same opportunity to acquire wealth over the years. You are defending one of this great countries largest faults.

    • Rick

      Come on, Rob. Redlining ended a long time ago. And it was replaced by programs that went out of their way to lend money to “minorities” and poor people. Many people signed up for mortgages that they didn’t understand and didn’t have the income to keep up with the payments. The results were disastrous. And regarding “job opportunities”, sure there has been racial discrimination. But what about affirmative action? Many blacks and other minorities were sent to the front of the line, in front of more qualified white people. Not to mention the many scholarships that are not available to white students. There has been a huge transfer of wealth from middle class taxpayers (mostly white) spent on welfare programs in these “communities of color”. And what do they have to show for it? We have a media (especially NPR) that LOVES to report on the relatively rare cases of white-on-black crime, but completely ignores the much more common cases of black-on-white crime. And you wonder why there are racial tensions in this country.

      • Libby

        Rick—you, and the millions of white men like you, want us to continue to marginalize those members of our society that have the least. You choose only punishment and put up a wall to all other solutions. Never mind that the people in this punitive system continue on this path and never mind that it becomes increasingly expensive for everyone else- you continue to wag this flag. The poster who said your mind can’t be changed is correct: a person like you is incapable of admitting error. We can only hope this mentality will die off before it is too late for what is an enormous segment of our country that I and many like me would like to see prosper in my lifetime, not suffer as you wish.

        • Rick

          Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m in excellent health and don’t plan on “dying off” anytime soon. As much as you hate white men, they are pretty important to this country in terms of job creation, starting businesses, paying taxes, serving in the military, growing your food, etc.

      • Rob

        Rick, The neighborhoods that were redlined are still predominantly black, and those neighborhoods haven’t realized the appreciation of neighboring white neighborhoods have. I’m not writing of the sub-prime meltdown (in which people of all creeds defaulted) terms of credit, I’m speaking of generations prior where a black man was not afforded the same type of financing as his white equal. Affirmative action is relatively new in comparison of generations of job discrimination, mind you affirmative action still isn’t shoring up job discrimination. A few scholarships for “minorities” does not negate generations of lost educational opportunity. Black people have not been able to realize generations of passive/active wealth accumulation that their white counterparts have. These ghettos are the result of systemic racism, these people are the results of those ghettos/environments. How can you blame someone whom is simply surviving within the terms of their environment? they are playing the cards that were dealt to them.

        Trust me, learning these truths isn’t fun, it is hard for people like you and I to accept these truths but after a while, you can and you’ll be better for it. It took me a long time to realize this too, good luck on your period of self discovery, it’ll be worth it!

        • Rob

          My original reply that was marked as spam; The areas that were redlined are still majority black and haven’t appreciated nearly as much as white areas. Affirmative action is relatively new in comparison to generations missing the opportunity for active/passive wealth accumulation. A few scholarships don’t make up for generations of missed educational opportunity. These areas are the result compounded systemic racism, these people live in environments that were created by policy that didn’t not favor them. and you’re still blaming them for being a product of those created environment? It took me a while to understand and accept the reality of the situation, so I completely understand your resistance to the truth. I wish you the best of luck during your period of self discovery.

          It wasn’t spam

          • Rick

            I agree with you that it wasn’t spam. And I don’t know why it was marked as such. Although I disagree with you on the subject matter, I think your comments should still be posted.

          • Rob

            May I ask what you disagree with, Rick?

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    • Joe Flowers

      I’d like to know where Rick “earned” his PhD is Sociology, but not really.

  • KNPR Fan

    I don’t doubt that there are some terrible double standards that need to be corrected but I had to question the guy who shot himself in the leg with his own gun while getting on the bus.

    • Heaudio

      According to the story, he was simply looking out for himself by carrying the gun. And he almost died rather than face return to prison. I can’t fathom that

      • KNPR Fan

        I am totally for being prepared/self-defense. It’s the “gun just went off” type of story that makes me think something else really happen – like somebody else shot him.

    • Joe Flowers

      It’s called the 2nd Amendment.

      • KNPR Fan

        LOL, ok. I agree the guy has the right to shoot himself in the leg “while getting on a bus” but I was saying the story sounds fishy to me. I am pro 2nd by the way.

  • TheWhiteLilyBlog

    I am so impressed by the insight of this young woman. The present system is broken, and it’s not likely to be fixed because a profit is being made on it (as on almost everything our barren world), as pointed out. In fact, we need to get rid of capitalism and adopt the older system of distribution of ownership, by which it is expected that citizens own their own land and the tools to work it to obtain a living. At the beginning of the 16th century, almost 100% of Europeans owned their own land and were fully enfranchised, and more of them went to free universities than now, relative to the population. Their health care was free, too. The so-called reformation ended all that, and it has taken five hundred years for us to own absolutely nothing but the clothes on our backs and the next paycheck. It is possible to make such a switch, at least from calling for equitable distribution of income to equitable distribution of ownership. Please investigate alternatives to the system we have. Don’t be a democrat or a republican, because they’re the same. New deal! Third party! Break it up and go back to sanity. We have been expropriated until we can no longer breathe, and I mean white people as well as minorities, but the African American community takes the fll-bore brunt of it. This report was heartbreaking. We are being lied to on all sides about solutions.

  • Kathy

    I have three young sons in there early twenties, everything the author has said is true, I never
    Thought I would see the day when it was unsafe for a young black boy to walk the streets of america. The justice system should be ashamed for their role in helping to ruin these young lives instead of helping. It’s just another form of slavery and racism.

    • Rick

      I’m sorry that you feel that way, but to be completely honesty with you, a young black male is most likely to be a victim of crime committed by another black male. Maybe you should focus on that issue more than police officers who are enforcing the law.

      • kaaramel

        One can focus on both, no?

  • mr isaac

    People are finally realizing that the increase in prison funding is directly correlated with the decrease in college funding. Supporting the ‘Prison Industrial Complex’ hurts us all. Thank you for your compassion, your common sense, and the priceless love you showed to that community. I am a 6′, 200lb black man from LA. If ever I have to roll through Philly, I’m rolling with YOU!

  • Micky Duxbury

    I am so appreciative that NPR is covering this issue in depth and I hope you continue to do that. it’s clear from the story that for poor people of color in almost every city and our country, the impact of mass incarceration affects almost every family in some way. This collateral damage from the war on drugs has destroyed not just individual lives, but has created some of the very same conditions that lead to crime and criminality in the first place. It’s inspiring to me that a young white woman gets how structural racism and poverty combined with an unjust the criminal justice system have created a nightmare for people of color in urban America.

  • fishpoverty

    I felt I had to comment after listening to this earnest academic. I have been a peace officer in California for twenty years. I am in management now and have seen most everything bad in this world. I learned that those who make it out of these horrible circumstances do so because of an intact family and a focus on education. That is how I made it out…

  • WhiteWalt

    Alice, I’ve had similar experiences as you. For high school, I volunteered to go the high school that was 95% minority students. Since then I have traveled to over 35 countries worldwide and see how very diverse this world is. Today I manage a few rental properties in minority neighborhoods. One day I was driving in an alley behind my properties and stopped to talk to two of my tenants. I drive a nice car and when I pulled away from my tenants I saw a cop in my rearview mirror. He pulled me over and started asking all these questions about who I was talking to. He then gave me a ticket for rolling through a stop sign. Three months later I was dropping off my black maintenance guy in my nice car in his neighborhood. He got out and I rolled the window down and talked some more. When I pulled away an unmarked car turned on the lights and pulled me over. Three cops came up with flashlights pointed at me and asked who got of my car. I got another “rolling through a stop sign”. Not only is it illegal to be a black, it is illegal to associate with blacks. Many of my black friends have gone to jail for driving while barred (DWB). We call it driving while black! Keep up the fight, as I do the same.

  • http://www.linkedin.com/in/gregman2/ Gregman2

    One of the best radio interviews I’ve ever listened to. Wow! That was intense, and I hope the show covers more stories dealing with the “Prison Industrial Complex.”

  • jessica

    My comment is in regards to the guest’s concluding questions; more specifically, “How long do we continue to make people pay for their crimes after they have committed the crime?”

    I am 29 years old and a Registered Nurse. I am the youngest daughter of three, born to parents that began to abuse alcohol, cocaine, marijuana, and Crack cocaine during our young years of life. My mother started to use Crack cocaine as her ineffective coping mechanism in response to my father’s drug and alcohol habits, irresponsibility, and domestic abuse. My dad had his own own car painting shop in Dallas and would force my mom to write hot checks to cover expenses to where she was finally convicted of a felony for writing hot checks and sustained and received a 10 year prison sentence. Due to my mom’s continued cocaine addiction, she did commit crimes after release from jail and went back to jail time and time again.

    The reason for the background story is this: my mother is a convicted felon. She cannot obtain an employment position other than practically the food industry. As we know they do not pay well. A person has to pay rent, obtain transportation with gas and car insurance, food, and clothing at the bear minimum. $250 every 2 weeks is not going to cover these expenses. As a result of her not being able to pay for housing she has lived in fields outside, under bridges, shelters, and more recently, 2 years ago, even a storage room.

    She cannot obtain any higher paying jobs because she has a felony charge. She reoffended many times because, in her world, jail provided a bed out of the elements, food, warm water for shower, and free medical care. Does she want to be in jail? No. Does she want to live outside? No.

    Here’s the last point. Can the justice system not wise up to the potential, underlying reasons as to why people re-offend and subsequently become the “people in society that are deemed no-good”? The story by the guest is the exactly what is going on with some people in this country. New measures need to go into place for people who have had felony convictions 5, 10, 15, 20 years past. To this day, my mother is still paying for what she did when she was 28. Now she is 54. I missed out on my mother being there for me since the age of 5. I do not blame my mother or harbor resentment for the fact that she is now a Crack addict. My mother was a loving person who took very good care of us before she left. She is also a very innately intelligent, articulate woman with deep critical thinking skills who had the dreams of becoming a Registered Nurse or a lawyer.

    She is still paying for her past mistakes.

  • Linda

    I very much enjoyed the interview of Alice Goffman and I plan on reading her book; however, it is interesting to me how it takes an educated White individual to bring attention to such topics, when the members of such communities can tell you about their life expereinces as a person of color living in an impoverished community. Due to the lack of resources, in communites like the one that the author was immersed in, the memebers are unable to attend graduate school and publish a book about their experiences. It seems as if these life experiences need to be told by a White educated individual to gain the attention that they deserve, which seems to be problematic.

    • Robin

      We wrestled with this, but it’s such a damn good book. Your point is taken

    • kaaramel

      A black educated individual could do it too. My personal take is, as long as the message gets across it’s ‘ok’. I don’t feel great about it but it’s acceptable.

  • Mrs. Rios

    I agree with all that Alice said. I taught GED students in Texas prisons for eight years and wrote a book about my experiences. “Me…Teach Criminals?” I discuss some of the same issues and come to the same conclusions.

  • JB

    Thank you, Alice for your unique perspective on this situation in American society!

    A key element the excerpt interview points out is that even though some of the boys came from families who owned businesses and were in a economically better position, there were still social obstacles for at risk youth in poverty ridden communities. Even moreso when compared to individuals who didn’t have to wrestle with poverty on a daily basis.

    The reality of the situation is that life is in fact a different monster for people who live in poverty and are not white. Whether we’d like to admit it or not white privilege is real. Social programs are an attempt to give just a small of that privilege to others who will never know what it’s like to have it. Poverty is a mindset that becomes more difficult to escape every day you have to deal with it. We need to understand people in these communities have become accustomed to it as apart of daily life.

    Also, the idea that social programs are a wasteland for our tax dollars for people of color to abuse is a lie from the conservative right.

  • Ali

    So while the vanguard liberal ilk that gets the Black vote without even trying, spends hundreds of millions of dollars, in the last three decades, to normalize homosexuality, The Re-enslavement of Black Men has become normal through The Ever Growing Prison Industrial Complex, and it’s New Jim Crow intended consequences.

    There’s a limited amount of resources. The way the liberal democrats have spent their resources is like a bad Family Guy episode. Imagine this hospital triage metaphor. Two people come into the emergency room. One is suffering from an open fracture of the femur and the other has a sprained ankle. They admit the person with a sprained ankle, and care for him in the hospital for a month, until he can walk without any pain. But they tell the person with a thigh bone sticking out through his skin to go home and put some ice on it.

    Yeah! That’ll work. And that’s just about he size of it too.

  • 18235

    a white girl writing how black criminals deserve sympathy—-what an enormous cliché.

  • Ry

    Back in high school my friends and I made up a character named Rick, based on the awful assumption that people named Rick are usually a-holes. We thought up all sorts of situations where Rick shows himself a jerk. Anyway now I’m the ass but I thought I’d share that.

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