Pubdate: Wed, 16 Apr 2008 Source: Phoenix, The (IL Edu) Contact: http://www.loyolaphoenix.com/home/lettertotheeditor/ Website: http://www.loyolaphoenix.com/ Address: 6525 N. Sheridan Rd., Chicago, IL 60626. Copyright: 2008 The Phoenix Author: Nicholas Gamso Note: Nick Gamso is the editor-in-chief. SMOKE SIGNALS I know that last week I promised to write about making tangible change for Loyola, and that idea - that uber-Jesuitical philosophy - isn't going anywhere. But when we decided to devote this edition to drug use, to the myths and misconceptions and the limitations of personal freedom that our public discourse on the subject upholds, I decided to give the question my full attention. As we say in our staff editorial, we're not advocating any kind of substance abuse, but we're not caught up in moralizing a complex, infinitely faceted issue either. We're making reasonable suggestions - in this case, the legalization and regulation of a soft drug - which are as applicable at Loyola as anywhere. This is an institution that's considering (you must've seen the signs) creating a tent - a cage, let's say - for cigarette smokers, that requires incoming freshmen to take an online quiz on the evils of alcohol before registering for classes and that litters our inboxes with e-mails reminding us, "Don't drink too much this Halloween" or, as a recent poster reads, "reen puke isn't pretty." It's good advice, knowing your limits and making informed decisions (and, obviously, no puke is pretty); but informing your decisions means considering real information, employing the ability to approach the problem of substance abuse from its cultural foundations. We've written before about the stanky, shining-city ethos of simplistic, puritanical Americana and the double standards by which our politicians, clerics and public figures live, in illicit sexual activity (any red-blooded Republican senator will tell you that gay people are totally worse than heroin), in avarice and, sure, in drug use - a scene again and again painted in wide swaths of mascara and resin, washed over with a few douses of Old Fitz and hung in the Capitol above Dick Cheney's grizzly, salted frame: You can gargle your Xanax tablets with a liter of coffee and a fistful of Excedrin, and while you're at it, you can score some Ritalin for your raunchy, deviant step kids. Then you can run for congress, and win - you're an American, swimming in drugs and bitching about some harmless dude smoking a fatty and watching Planet Earth. Priests walk by swinging big buckets of incense, leering at their fans while John Medeski rox out on that huge organ and Robert Lowell drives headfirst into the void ("If we see light at the end of the tunnel / it's the light of the oncoming train"). Spooky stuff. And this is one of the points I've been stressing for so long. It's more than a double standard, more than the fact that, say, offenses for white-collar drugs such as cocaine incur a fraction of their inner-city cousins' minimum jail time (5 grams of crack for 500 grams of the pure, powdered version). And it's more, too, than the fact that many of our most stodgy, conservative figures have long-standing, and very dangerous, addictions to prescription painkillers. It's that we're a people inundated with foggy, distorted illusions about virtue and morality and the future of those cracked out step kids, about the divinity of the white working man, and, most importantly, about the most egregious evils - atheism, gay marriage, liquor you buy by the can, cable television, illegal immigration. Whatever. Abortion, too. But how much is said - aside from in your equally foggy Anthro courses (if you get mah drift) - about the perilous course of systematized violence and structured poverty that bogs so many down, and, drawing your attention aside with the aid of a few sultry D.A.R.E. officers, repeats itself infinitely? We're addicted to denial, and - check it out - it's like completely free. But we should be past this, and we can be. We've got to start listening to new, alternative voices, to people who can qualify their passion with the ability to reason and experiment, to think for themselves but with others in mind. Now THAT's "using your ethics more than your Blackberry." And that, alone, is a good enough reason to think before you write me a letter. Unless you're too stoned to write one. - --- MAP posted-by: Jay Bergstrom