The Vagaries of Concern
...and the annoying limits of modern wire journalism!
The AP via MyWay: Pot-Growing Takes Root in the Suburbs
In Coldwater Creek, a middle-class housing development outside Atlanta, the neighbors mind their own business and respect each other's privacy - ideal conditions, it turns out, for growing marijuana in the suburbs.Police this month raided an utterly ordinary-looking red-brick house on the block and broke up a pot-growing operation with 680 plants arrayed under bright lights.
"You'd never know from the outside. I guess that's the idea," said Doug Augis, who lives with his pregnant wife and a toddler in Coldwater Creek. "That doesn't give you a really good feeling."
Copyright 2007 Associated Press. All right reserved.
This is a fascinating subject to me. I wish Errin Haines had published more of what he said or pushed a little harder for his reasoning behind it. I know it's nice to have Concerned Neighbor make an appearance in War on Drugs stories, but this guy is hinting at things with significance greater than or equal to the relentless state life-grinding machine.
Why, Mr. Augis? Why does that bother you?
Is it a wish to have an accurate picture of the people who live around your family? It's better to be told the truth than to be deceived by lies, I have no doubt about that.
Is it simply an emotional reaction to seeing a drug bust in your neighborhood? A group of men armed with paramilitary training and the ample will to use their firearms raided a home within shooting distance of yours. It was possible the growers were armed as well and they could have decided to fight it out.
Is it a reaction to knowing Drug People lived near you? I know that decades of government propaganda and media fear-mongering can take a heavy toll on one's objectivity. While I'm comfortable around many recreational drugs and drug users, there are instances where the distance between me and them isn't enough. Some people just don't know when to quit.
Is it your desire to know what others are doing inside their homes? I have neighbors whose public lifestyle and house exterior arouse great curiosity about the activities inside. Their lawn is fed a steady diet of beaten up trucks, empty bags of chips, and discarded cases of beer. My only face-to-face interaction was with a middle-aged Hispanic man wearing pants that had seen many construction projects who, in terrible English, eventually explained he wanted to borrow my phone to call his boss to pick him up the next morning.
Is it a subtle comment about the bizarre economic situations those in the recreational drug market face every day? Drug prohibition has driven billions of dollars and thousands of people underground to conduct their business. They want their production to be kept quiet and unknown, the opposite of a healthy market. I feel a sense of dread as I see people twist their legitimate lives into pretzels to avoid government attention and wonder what it holds for us in the future.
Or is it really a matter of wanting safety and security for you and yours at all costs, resulting, in practical reality, in the removal or elimination of anything that upsets you? What upsets you, in the case, is the "crime" of growing marijuana for profit and the attendant black market elements that are often involved with it. Well, we can safely say those black markets and the frequently dishonorable people who operate within in wouldn't exist if pot wasn't outlawed. There wouldn't be an artificial price premium attached to it and wouldn't nearly attract the current degree of organized crime's attention.
I'm sure there are other layers of possible explanation for your unpleasant feeling, Mr. Augis. If you ever run across this web page, feel free to e-mail me to give your side of the story.










