The mythology of crack cocaine was strong. Everyone knew it, and it made perfect sense. That its active ingredient was no different than powdered cocaine somehow never seeped into the public consciousness. Guys who freebased became animals, killers. They magically got the strength of ten men, as cops would tell the story, and had to be dealt with forcibly or there would be dead cops in the streets instead of dead crackheads.
And when women used it, they gave birth to crack babies, who would obviously suffer from disastrous complications, physical, intellectual and emotional, that would produce a generation of children incapable of a normal life. Who would care for them? What would we do with them? Not only was this beyond dispute to most people, because this was crack, the devil drug, but there was medical science to back this up. It was a looming catastrophe.
Except, as it turned out, none of this was true. Crack was just a different delivery system for coke, and crack babies ended up being like pretty much any other baby. Still, the panic caused by the myth informed our legal system, medical practice, education and sense of morality. And because we’re human, we’re doing it again, using the same myth to breed panic to dictate policy and execution. Continue reading
