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I Was Sniffed for Explosives by Guard Dogs at Prime Minister Harper's Maternal and Child Health Summit

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I don’t think I’ve ever had my things sniffed for explosives by a dog and certainly not twice in one day. Nor have I been escorted to the bathroom since childhood, but that’s exactly what happened last week to me and other journalists covering Prime Minister Harper’s maternal and child health summit in Toronto.

During the closing session Friday morning, World Health Organization director-general Dr. Margaret Chan praised the Prime Minister for his efforts to promote accountability for development aid efforts to save the lives of the 289,000 women and 6.6 million children under five who die each year, mostly from preventable causes. But if the government’s treatment of journalists is anything to go by, it seems it isn’t so concerned about being transparent about its work on saving moms and their babies.

The bulk of the conference, including sessions in which experts discussed pressing issues related to maternal and child health, were closed off to journalists. And we weren't told about the restrictions until we arrived.

Our belongings were sniffed by a ferocious-looking dog, and we were herded through and asked to wait in two rooms before government officials escorted us to the main event. Once there, we were seated at the back in a cordoned-off section from which we could barely see the stage.

And if we needed to leave briefly to make a phone call, go to the bathroom, whatever, we were chaperoned.

It was “doubly humiliating,” said National Post health reporter, Tom Blackwell, after he was escorted to the loo by a woman.   

A government official stood by, listening à la 1984, when I had to step out of the room to chat on the phone about another VICE story with a colleague.  

And, as soon as the off-limits sessions began—including an address by WHO’s Dr. Chan—we were promptly escorted out.

When coffee breaks rolled around, we weren’t allowed to wander out and speak to delegates. In fact, I almost got into trouble for interviewing a doctor in the off-limits coffee break area—about the good things that Canada is doing—before a PR person intervened and convinced the government official to leave me be.

“I have been a professional journalist since 1974. I have covered Quebec politics. I have covered national politics. And I have never experienced this kind of treatment of the media before ever,” said  Toronto Star reporter Antonia Zerbisias. “My stuff has been sniffed more often by dogs here than in a whole month by my own dog at home. It’s ridiculous!”

The best explanation I got for the unusual media monitoring process was that it was a “high security” event with important leaders on the floor. Funny that none of the hundreds of delegates had to pass through a security screening or have their things sniffed at by dogs. And that, even after being cleared as explosive-free, we couldn’t wander around and chat with attendees.

“What the heck are they doing?” bemoaned one organization’s press person after they found out what was going on. The NGOs, caught off guard by the tight control, were confused. It certainly wasn’t part of their PR strategy.

It’s odd, as Maclean’s Kate Lunau blogged, that the Prime Minister’s Office would go to such lengths to block journalists from what is more or less a good news story. What's more, when I did find people for interviews, it sounded like we were at a conference filled with delegates who are generally happy about Canada’s efforts to lead the global push to improve maternal and child health.  

The rationale for all the fuss, officials said, was that not having journalists around created space for frank and open discussion.

A frank and open discussion with the Canadian public, however, doesn’t seem to be a priority.

Well-known critiques of the government’s policy—including its lack of support for family planning, its position against abortion and the lack of transparency—were in the news coverage anyways, so what was it trying to hide?

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was just desperate to control the message. Whatever the case, I’d say it was a public relations fail. Twitter was abuzz with disgruntled journalists. Instead of mingling with leading global experts during their coffee breaks, we got material to write stories about what we couldn’t do.

And, at the end of the day, it was pretty disappointing to see the government go to such lengths to make it difficult for journalists to take advantage of a kickass opportunity to write about how and why mothers and their children are dying by the thousands, and what is being done about it. 


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Hamilton's Pharmacopeia: SiHKAL: Shulgins I Have Known and Loved

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After spending days, weeks, months poring over the work of psychonaut-in-chief, Alexander Shulgin, Hamilton Morris mustered up the chutzpah to give him a call and request an interview. The result is this: an epic love-fest on the man who birthed Ecstasy in a test-tube. Hamilton visits the Shulgin residence (in San Francisco, naturally) and tempers his fanboy freakout with a rare and intensive look at the home and laboratory that caused the balls of millions to trip.

This Guy Has Worn a Different Band's T-Shirt Every Day for 1,000 Days and Counting

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This Guy Has Worn a Different Band's T-Shirt Every Day for 1,000 Days and Counting

Sothern Exposure: Three Nights at the Wrestling Matches

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1959.

Missouri. I’m ten years old, impressionable and neurotic, angry at being born and lacking the perspective to know how lucky I am. I’ve got a couple of Viceroy cigarettes I lifted at home, and I go up to the top stadium seats, where I can smoke and cuss and watch the fight. The Great Bolo verses Oni Wiki Wiki.

The Great Bolo is big and wears a pullover mask. He is rumored to be a cheat. Oni Wiki Wiki is from Hawaii, which just became the 50th US state. He’s the good guy, and Bolo is the bad guy. A little mob of fight fans jump from their seats and shout like hillbillies. I chew a fingernail, tearing it below the quick, and the blood tastes like a silver gum wrapper.

The bell goes ding, ding, ding, ding. Oni Wiki Wiki is the better fighter, but the Great Bolo pulls something shiny and illegal from his mask and bonks Oni Wiki Wiki on his coconut dome. Oni Wiki Wiki goes to his knees. The fans are tearing out their hair, but Oni Wiki Wiki recoups quickly and body-slams Bolo, and when Bolo gets up Wiki Wiki does it again. The Great Bolo feigns cowardness and braggadocio in equal measure. Wiki Wiki gives Bolo a shot to the temple, and Bolo staggers around like a drunk cartoon character. Wiki Wiki picks the half-conscious Bolo up over his head and spins him like a whirlybird. The referee steps in too close and catches Bolo’s left foot in the head and goes down. Oni Wiki Wiki steps back when he should step forward, trips over the prone referee, and falls flat on his back. The Great Bolo crashes down on top of Wiki Wiki, pinning him to the mat. The bell rings, and the winner is the Great Bolo. The fans are outraged. Bolo growls and beats his chest.

I’m having a pretty good time.

Between fights I’m puffing a butt when a couple of older guys, 18 or 19, climb up the steps and sit a couple of benches below me. One guy has a flattop, and the other guy has a greasy pompadour with fenders like a Chevy Impala. They’re drinking from pint bottles and laughing. I’m eavesdropping when the guy with sideburns asks the other guy whether he knows how to eat pussy. The other guy says, “I give up. How?”

He knows I’m listening and grins at me. “First you get you a couple a pencils and put 'em on both sides of her pussy lips and get 'em all tangled up in pussy hair. Then you start turning the pencils like a throttle, and when that juicy pussy opens wide you stick your face in the pink part. When you let go of the pencils her pussy slaps shut with you inside,” he slaps his cheeks with the flat of his hands. “Chow down, slurpin’ slime big time, Fearless Fosdick!”

The guy with the flattop says, “What the fuck you talking about?” The guy with the ducktail points at me and says, "Just ask that juvenile delinquent there—he knows what I’m talking about. Isn’t that right, Huckleberry Hound?”

“Yeah,” I say, as though I know what he’s talking about. “I know all about girls’ pussies.” He laughs and snaps his fingers like a television beatnik. He offers me a Camel, which he calls a hump, lights it for me, and uses the same match to light his own. “Been smoking long?” He asks. “Yeah,” I say and inhale a hot unfiltered puff. “All my life.”

1974.

Florida. I’ve got a Leicaflex with a Vivitar flash and a roll of Kodachrome, and it’s Saturday night at the wrestling matches. I photograph a cop with a fat ass and then a guy on the mat, arms raised to the heavens. I make an exposure of a handicapped guy in a wheelchair and wonder whether maybe he is a genius inside and unable to let us know. I train my lens on a losing wrestler on his way to the dressing room, and he gives me a look, but I don’t hit the shutter. He yells at me to just take the goddamn picture, and that’s when I do.

In the bleachers, I photograph an old security cop and his wife, and she tells me she loves a man in a uniform. I photograph a generic young guy and his wife, and he tells me he’s the luckiest man alive to have a sexy broad like her. I take a few shots of a wrestler who has a mass of self-inflected scars on his forehead and fresh bloody wounds to impress the girls ringside. After the match I follow him outside, where he fucks around with his dog and smokes a cigarette. He tells me that if he commanded it, his dog would tear out my throat before I could count to three. I count to three and take his picture.

1992.

Los Angeles. I’m in a slow-moving line on the freeway ramp to the Los Angeles Forum, where I’m going with my ten-year-old son Austin to a WWF wrestling event. The ticket is good for six lowercase fights and a main event, Papa Shango versus the Ultimate Warrior. Austin’s an Ultimate Warrior fan.

“How come,” I ask, “the Ultimate Warrior has such weird nipples?”

“They’re not weird, and it’s from his muscles.”

“So if you had muscles like that, you’d have weird nipples?”

“I wouldn’t have muscles like Ultimate Warrior.”

“I thought he was your favorite.”

“He is my favorite, but that doesn’t mean I want to be him.”

“What? You don’t wanna BM?”

“Yeah, Dad." He rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to pee, either.”

Inside, our assigned seats are too high, so I take us down closer and lay claim to a couple of better seats. We watch the Nasty Boys against Owen Hart and Koko B. Ware. The Legion of Doom defeats the Beverly Brothers. The Mountie and Sgt. Slaughter go mano-a-mano, and I get confused over who is who. Shawn Michaels get his ass whupped by Bret Hart.

When it’s time for the Ultimate Warrior, I keep an eye on Austin as he goes down to the entrance tunnel and climbs a couple of steps behind the railing and holds out his arm, open palm. Ultimate Warrior comes running out and gives him a high five. The look on Austin’s face is the best part of my three nights at the wrestling matches.

Hindu Nationalism in the Age of Modi

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A group of swayamsevaks, or RSS volunteers, prepare to stretch as part of their daily shakhas. All photos by the author.

It was barely 6 AM, but the vast park in the center of Lucknow, the capital of the northern Indian state of Uttar Pradesh, was already bustling with people taking advantage of the early morning cool before the stifling May heat set in. Children were playing on the trim grass, swings, and miniature rock walls. Adults dressed in tracksuits and salwar kameezes were walking briskly on the cement path.

And secluded in a corner of the morning hustle, in plain sight to anyone who cared to cast a glance, a group of five men were performing their morning drills. They began with simple stretches. Raise the right leg about eight inches off the ground. Rotate clockwise for eight seconds. “Ek, do, teen, chaar, panch, chay, saat, aath,” they counted in Hindi. Reverse and repeat the twist count counter-clockwise. “Ek, do, teen, chaar, panch, chay, saat, aath,” Switch to the left leg.

From there they moved to unwinding their heads, shoulders, and back, lining up or forming a circle depending on the exercise. During one jogging routine, for example, each person would run the perimeter of the circle while chanting “Bharat Mata Ki, Jai”—“Hail Mother India”—as many times as he could while holding his breath. It was an endurance test.

All five men were dressed for physical activity—shorts and polo shirts—but two of them were wearing the trademark khaki shorts volunteers of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS) sport during these morning drills, known as shakhas.

“We salute the [RSS] flag, we play games, we say prayers, exercise—everything is combined in the shakha,” Karan Singh, 22, a journalism student at Lucknow University and RSS volunteer who had come that morning, told me.

The RSS is the right-wing Hindu nationalist organization that spawned the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP), the party that recently won a landslide victory in India’s general elections and whose prime ministerial candidate, Narendra Modi, was sworn into office last Monday in Delhi. The RSS is also the world’s largest non-political volunteer organization. Its various offshoots, including the BJP and the Vishva Hindu Parishad (VHP), another right-wing Hindu group that advocates for the banning of cow slaughter and construction of a temple devoted to the Hindu deity Rama on a contested site between Hindus and Muslims in the northern city of Ayodhya, collectively comprise the Sangh Parivar, or Sangh Family.

The RSS is widely viewed as a Hindu extremist organization that pushes for an Indian agenda known as hindutva. Modi’s background as a former RSS volunteer and the organization’s role in helping the BJP win a sweeping victory in the elections have left many people in the country chewing on the idea of what a hindutva agenda under Modi might look like. The BJP won an impressive 282 of 543 seats in India’s lower house of Parliament, enough for Modi to become prime minister without needing to secure any alliances from regional parties, which is what normally happens in Indian general elections.

That’s why I went to the park that morning. With the RSS’s reputation swirling like a foreboding cloud over Indian politics and concerns about Modi’s stern leadership and impressive mandate, I decided to see for myself what a shakha was like, and how RSS volunteers view themselves and the idea of India as a Hindu nation.

“When you come to these shakhas, you exercise and say prayers, and so you’re building up the character of a person,” said Anil, 30, a vistarak in the RSS who was leading the shakha that day. Vistaraks make a three-year commitment to the RSS to recruit more volunteers and run shakhas and other activities. He didn’t want to tell me his last name so I couldn’t place his caste, which can sometimes polarize communities in these parts of the country during election season. People often vote for candidates according to their caste or identity, and politics can turn friends against each other.

Yet the BJP’s wide margin of victory shows caste didn’t play as large a role in these elections as it did previously. The role of religion, however—especially the consolidation of Hindu voters—is unquestionable, said Ram Dutt Tripathi, a political analyst and independent journalist in Lucknow who reported for the BBC World Service for 21 years.

“The main theme of this election has been communal polarization, religious polarization,” he told me. “The idea of secularism is that the state is non-patronizing [to voters of a certain religion]. But there has been a Hindu revivalism.”

That revivalism is associated with a movement away from caste politics, according to Pralay Kanungo, a professor at Jawaharlal Nehru University and author of the book RSS’s Tryst with Politics: From Hedgwar to Sudarshan. “When you talk of a larger Hindu identity, the whole idea is to demolish these factors [like caste] to create a larger Hindu identity,” he told me. From the RSS standpoint, he said, a Hindu is someone who considers India both her motherland and her holy land. This understanding of Hindu originates from the term hindutva, which was first coined in 1923 by Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, a freedom fighter and author of the influnetial pamphlet titled “Hindutva: Who is a Hindu?”

“Hinduism is a fraction of Hindutva,” Kanungo told me of Savarkar’s definition. “Hindutva is the larger history which encompasses history, religion, culture—everything. He’s very clear that Hindutva is not Hinduism.”

A little girl (far left) joins the group of RSS volunteers in performing their stretches and prayers. Hardly anyone in the crowded park paid attention to the group even though the khaki shorts gave it away they were part of the RSS.

Traditional Hinduism was considered a way of life, premised on the idea of sanathana dharma, the eternal law that states there is no end and no beginning. The word Hindu came from Sindhu, the river in modern-day Pakistan also known as the Indus River.

“The Arabs called people living on this side of the river Sindhu as Hindus,” J.P. Shukla, a political analyst in Lucknow who spent 18 years reporting for the English newspaper The Hindu, told me. “The Indian constitution does not define the word Hindu. Who is a Hindu, you cannot say definitely at all.”

The RSS’s core belief that India is a Hindu holy land is what ostracizes religious minorities in India like Christians and Muslims, Shukla said. This is because of an unsaid but widely believed corollary: that non-Hindus in India are somehow foreigners or interlopers, or not really Indians. The RSS was founded in 1925 by Keshav Baliram Hedgewar, a Hindu ideologue who had felt the Indian National Congress Party had become overly concerned with catering to Muslims, according to the book RSS: A Vision in Action.

“Dr. Hedgwar was equally emphatic that winning over the Muslims should not end in compromising the spirit of nationalism,” the prologue of the book reads. “He was also convinced that ultimately the Muslims could be made to give up their aggressive and anti-national postures only when the Hindus became organized and powerful enough to make them realize that their interests were best served in joining the Hindus in the national mainstream.”

Although the RSS has since softened its stance, its ideological conviction is more or less the same, Prof. Kanungo said.

But as I watched the men do their drills that morning and later talked to them, it seemed most of them were quite innocent and sincere in their affiliation with the RSS. They have Muslim friends and don’t consider themselves hardliners. The shakha was more like an ROTC meeting than a Klan rally.

“The RSS is working to build an ideology where the individual does not come first, but the nation comes first for him,” Anil, the recruiter, told me.

“This is the oath you swear down in your heart,” Singh, the journalism student, said. “That whenever the country needs you, you are there. Serving all small or big causes.”

Singh told me he was first motivated to join the RSS when he was 18 years old and decided to attend a meeting in his neighborhood in Lucknow’s old city. He was inspired by the RSS’s commitment to social service. Whenever there is a natural disaster, for example, the RSS is always one of the first groups on the scene to provide assistance.

“I still remember the day...It was the 19th of January in 2010,” Singh said. He paused. “The RSS supremo Mohan Bhagwat was in town.” He spoke slowly as he recollected the experience. “First I thought these people [RSS supporters] were just spreading hatred or something of that sort. But slowly slowly, when I heard the RSS ideologies, I realized that it’s not so.”

But the RSS’s uncompromising reputation is not unfounded. The Indian government banned the group in 1948, when a member of the RSS assassinated Mohandas Gandhi, and again during the 1970s and 1990s. More recently, it is widely believed the RSS engineered communal riots in Muzaffarnagar, Uttar Pradesh, last September to turn Hindus and Muslims against each other. Amit Shah, Modi’s top aide and the secretary general of the BJP, was recorded on video several months later telling a group of Hindus in the sensitive area that the election was one of honor and revenge.

“A man can sleep hungry but not humiliated,” Shah had said. “This is the time to take revenge by voting for Modi.”

His comments are partly why an April report in the Times of India stating nearly 45,000 shakhas were counted in India last year raised fears. Among them, 8,417 were in Uttar Pradesh, India’s most populous and politically sensitive state. If the RSS were to rise, its opponents believe, it might attract younger generations to a fundamentalist regime.

Amarnath, a pracharak, or full time volunteer with the RSS, says India's greatest problem is that it's unorganized, which is why the RSS is necessary to help the country revive itself.

The shakha I witnessed was anything but strict, however. As the five RSS volunteers, or swayammsevaks, as they are called in Hindi, continued their morning routine, a few older gentleman who obviously weren’t as agreeable to waking up so early joined them. A little girl, as well as two 20-year-old Muslim men, also came to spy on the activities taking place. The Muslims kept their distance and told me they just wanted to see what was going on, since the sight of the men at this park was new to them. The little girl was more unabashed about her curiosity; she sat down with the group occasionally when they recited prayers, as well as took part in some stretches. The men were friendly to her and inquired her name, but didn’t pay her too much attention thereafter. She simply became part of the background.

Similarly, most of the people in the crowded park either ignored the men or didn’t think their presence was worthy of concern. Only a few looks came our way.

The RSS volunteers I met also viewed their affiliation with the group as perfectly normal.

“It has nothing to do with your religion, your caste, your creed, or your color,” Kamal Aggarwal, 43, told me after the drills finished. Aggarwal has been involved with the organization for the past 35 years, is married, and has a family. He monitors different shakhas as a part-time volunteer with the RSS.

Full-time volunteers, known as pracharaks, however, do renounce marriage and family life. Later, after some of the volunteers and I had some chai, we went to an RSS office in the city so they could introduce me to one of these full-time volunteers.

He was wearing a crisp pink kurta and sat with excellent posture. He told me his name was Amarnath and, like Anil, refused to give me his last name.

“I am not important,” he said. “According to the RSS, a person is not important. The organization is important.”

Amarnath said India’s problem is that it is unorganized, which is why the RSS is needed to help India revive itself.

“When a state or nation becomes an unorganized nation, that nation loses its identity,” he told me. “It loses its power, loses its culture -- all things which belong to a nation is lost...but by our behavior, one day will come, when everyone will be able to know what is the true hindutva.

Amarnath wouldn’t tell me what exactly his view of hindutva was, however. He also refused to answer my question of whether the RSS was meant only for Hindus -- because Hindu, as he put it, meant “nothing.”

As we parted ways and he took off in a motorcycle to talk with people in the community -- which is part of his job -- I wasn’t exactly sure what to make of my day with these volunteers. They seemed fairly normal and harmless. But a conversation I had with someone who used to follow the RSS, but doesn’t anymore, was lingering in my mind.

It was about a week earlier, just after the results of the elections were announced. Twenty-six-year-old Abhishek Pandey was sitting with his laptop at a Cafe Coffee Day in Lucknow, not too far from the park where the shakha took place. He had been actively campaigning for the BJP during the elections, and now that it was over, he could afford to catch up on some reading.

Pandey told me he used to attend a school sponsored by the RSS until he was about 13 years old. He stopped because his father wanted him to attend a better school in the city. Then he later stopped following the RSS philosophy completely when he was about  21. That’s when he started reading more aggressively, including biographies, history books, and other religious texts, and began thinking of the RSS more critically.

“The RSS is an excellent example of an ideology being transferred from person to person,” Pandey told me about his experience with the RSS. “They are categorically brainwashing people, to be very honest...They always make these things very clear in the Hindu mind: We must prepare for war. Don’t forget you’re Hindu. Don’t forget your roots. Don’t become secular.”

Shiv Visvanathan, a social scientist who recently wrote an op-ed in The Hindu on how Modi was able to take advantage of the liberal understanding of secularism to win votes, said it was understandable that religion maintained itself as a strategy in the election.

“India can never divorce itself from religion,” Visvanathan told me. “Our religions have always been interacting...but secularism became this kind of modernist snobbery.”

Visvanathan said the real battle in India now, in light of the election results, is between hindutva and Hinduism. Hindutva tries to organize itself as an orthodox church whereas Hinduism was always non-hierarchical and never had a church.

But these supporters of the RSS don’t necessarily pay attention to these nuanced definitions of hindutva and Hinduism.

“Hindutva, for me, means being human,” Singh, the journalism student, told me. “It is the feeling of oneness that you and me are the same.”

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I Visited Winnipeg's First Medical Marijuana Vape Shop, Which Is Run by an Ex-Cop

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The 1400 block of Main Street, Winnipeg. All photos via the author.
The 1400 block of Main Street is now home to Winnipeg, Manitoba’s first medical marijuana vapor lounge, and an ex-cop is among the founding partners.

Vapes on Main Medical Marijuana Lounge & Resource Centre opened its doors two-weeks ago. The intention of the space is to provide medical marijuana users in Winnipeg with a safe, social place to take their medicine, while at the same time acting as a resource centre for those who need help navigating Canada’s rather problematic medical marijuana system.

“We’re trying to fill a gap. That’s what we’re about here,” Bill VanderGraaf, one of three partners behind Vapes on Main, told VICE during a recent visit to the lounge. “Teaching people how to access their medicine through the legal process.”

VanderGraaf is a retired Winnipeg Police officer with nearly 30 years experience behind him. For the final years before his retirement, he was staff sergeant in charge of the homicide, major crime, and street gang unit in a city that has plenty of all of the above. VanderGraaf became interested in the medical marijuana issue in 2007, when both his father and daughter came to rely on the stuff to treat various serious health concerns.

Since then, he’s become an outspoken advocate and proud member of Law Enforcement Against Prohibition (LEAP). I first met Bill about four years ago, as he was speaking at a 4/20 event in the Osborne Village head shop where I worked at the time, and his passion for the cause seems only to have intensified in the years since.

“Ultimately, we’re fighting for full legalization,” VanderGraaf explained, as a young man in a medical marijuana t-shirt worked on setting up the space, still a considerable work-in-progress. “We’re fighting for legalization, control, and proper regulation of this product, to take it out of the hands of organized crime. I believe after 30 years of police work that people respond better to proper regulation than they do to criminalization.”

Some of the posters and propaganda on display at Vapes on Mane.
VanderGraaf, and his partners John Tran and Leah Kent, envision Vapes on Main as a private club, where members and guests are welcome to visit, vape or smoke, and socialize. Visitors must supply their own marijuana, and there is a zero tolerance policy for selling on the premises. Alcohol and other drug use are also strictly prohibited.

“It’s strictly a medical marijuana lounge and resource centre,” VanderGraaf repeated. “I will not tolerate the use of alcohol and drugs here.”

Vapes on Main is housed in an unassuming building in Winnipeg’s North End, across from a hardware co-op, and down the street from a 7/11. Inside the front door, a simple wall divider obscures the lounge. Guests are greeted by a desk, with a sign asking guests for $5 donation, while members are likely going to pay a monthly fee for use of the lounge (the cost of which has yet to be determined).

“If you don’t have the money when you drop in, OK,” said VanderGraaf. “We’re not a for-profit organization here.”

The walls of the lounge are painted with pseudo-psychedelic images, and adorned with “Save Medical Marijuana Gardens” and “Save the Head Shops” posters, and images of Che Guevara. Various leafy green (non-smokeable) plants are spread throughout the room, along with a number of water pipes and vaporizers.

“People can bring their own vaporizers, their own bongs,” VanderGraaf explained, with a wave towards a nearby Volcano. “But a lot of medical marijuana users don’t know how to use a vaporizer. They can come and learn how to use them before they buy one, because they can be quite a significant investment. We’ll have someone show them how to use it.”

A long table takes up the front half of the room, where we sit for the bulk of the interview. A bowl full of rolling papers sits in the middle. The back half of the room is made up of a sofas and easy chairs. There is a TV with a PlayStation near the middle of the long room, though VanderGraaf told me Vapes will regularly screen “war on drug videos, marijuana advocacy videos, those kinds of videos.”



Sign greeting guests at the entrance to Vapes on Main.
After seeing the success similar establishments enjoy in Vancouver and Toronto, and witnessing the changing attitude towards marijuana in the United States (particularly in and Washington state) and VanderGraaf, Tran, and Kent felt the time was right to open Winnipeg’s first vapor lounge.

To date, the city’s response to Vapes on Main has been positive, prompting a stirring debate on Winnipeg’s talk radio station CJOB, and coverage from other local media. The word is certainly out. When I was there, early in the afternoon on a Thursday, they had just opened up, and before our interview was over, a young man stopped in, the first of many. When I called back later, to try to reach Tran or Kent (who weren’t around during my visit), the place was too busy for them to take my call.

Support from the local medical marijuana community has also been strong.

“Vapes on Main has the potential to bring the pro-medical marijuana community together in a way that has never before been available [in Winnipeg],” Ryan Lacovetsky told VICE. Lacovetsky is the owner of Shine Glass Works, a smokewear manufacturer based in Winnipeg. He’s been in the business for over ten years. He’d been to the lounge the day before me, in the late afternoon, remarking how “the place was full and buzzing.”

In the past couple years, though, Winnipeg head shop owners have been under increasing scrutiny from some local politicians and the Winnipeg Police Service itself. In February, Jeremy Loewen, a long-time shop owner and member of the business community, had his store raided by police, while others reported increasing harassment by city cops. After a media backlash, the WPS denied that head shop owners were being harassed, and the charges against Loewen were dropped.

VanderGraaf himself has heard of many instances of medical marijuana patients facing what he believes to be undue harassment at the hands of the WPS.

“The police are operating strictly under the CDSA, the Controlled Drugs and Substances Act,” he explained to me. “It’s a tenuous situation for the police, it’s a tenuous situation for medical marijuana users… It’s a hell of a situation when people are forced to make a decision between being a criminal and their own personal health. That is ridiculous. That must stop.”

But VanderGraaf has no fear of becoming a target for his former colleagues at the WPS. When I asked if he had any fears or inkling of the law stepping in to disrupt their business, he just shrugged.

“No,” he said, unperturbed. “I haven’t heard a thing.”

And while their lounge may be just one storefront on Winnipeg’s Main Street, they feel they are part of a larger movement, one whose time has finally come.

“Now’s the time,” VanderGraaf told VICE, hammering his hand on the table in excitement. “We have civic elections coming in Winnipeg, provincial elections and federal elections coming pretty soon. Our goal is to put every candidate that we can committed to a viewpoint. Either you’re with us or against us. If you’re against us, then we’ll support politicians that support legalization, that oppose the criminalization of people in our cities. We’ll come out in full force to support those kind of candidates.”

“If Winnipeg is not ready, we should get ready,” Lacovetsky said when asked if our rather conservative city could handle a vapour lounge. “The future is coming, one way or another.”

VanderGraaf, Tran, and Kent aim to continue to provide their services at Vapes on Main to the community with open doors, whether Winnipeg is ready for them or not.


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We Talked to Jon Daly About the Respectful Way to Make Fun of Celebrities

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Photos by Megan Koester

Jon Daly is a true comedy renaissance man. He’s had some high profile acting roles, a supporting part in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty and the stand-out character on Amazon’s Betas, but Daly is probably best known for his sketch comedy work. He’s the co-star of Kroll Show and a fixture of Comedy Bang Bang and the UCB Theater as a master of bizarre characters like Bill Cosby-Bukowski and Sappity Tappity, the Drunk English Rollerblading Christmas Tree.

The day he was set to headline the comedy show I run in Silverlake with other VICE LA writers, I caught up with Jon for coffee to chat about jet skis, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and vaccinations.

VICE: So you just came back from jet skii’ing with Kurt Braunohler for his Kickstarter?
Jon Daly: Yeah. I just got back from St. Louis. We did a thing where we jet skii’d down the Mississippi River. Well, he’s doing the whole Mississippi River. I joined him from one leg of the journey in St. Louis. 

I saw some pictures of you guys on the jet ski. Looked pretty wet and wild.
It got pretty gnarly. It was a disgusting river made of gasoline and detergent apparently. We went 25 miles on a jet ski down the river. I dunno if you’ve ever been on a jet ski. It’s the best thing in the world. It’s incredible. There’s nothing more fun than that. 

Yeah, jet skis do give you a weird feeling of calm and power. 
It’s a boatercycle. It gives you tremendous personal power. I’m in the water and I want to get from here to there. Let’s do it at 30 mph on this fuckin’ Honda Turbo Waverunner. It was incredible.

And this was all for charity, right?
Yeah. He’s doing this to raise money for 500 goats & 1,000 chickens to send to Africa.  Apparently a goat can change an African village’s entire outlook because a goat provides milk and companionship. We did a stand-up show, 60 people came out. We gave everyone ribs. I just came out and was his hype man. I called him the New American Bono.

That’s a great nickname, I hope that sticks. Seems like you’ve been busy yourself, though, between Walter Mitty, Kroll Show, Betas…
I’m shooting Kroll Show season 3 now. I just finished a movie called Lost In Austin with Linda Cardinelli and Craig Robinson; an indie movie. But I don’t have anything else going on [laughs]. My other show was canceled. 

Is that the official word on Betas?
It was up in the air, but it went through all these phases of dying but then it finally died, unfortunately. It was a dream job.

It was cool seeing your face on all the billboards everywhere.
It was cool for my parents, too. It was like “hey, see? I’m in show business.” And they were like oh hey it’s really real.

Then RHCP2014, that fake Red Hot Chili Peppers song you did, this past Super Bowl, was amazing. It was spot on.
Ah, thanks. I have been doing a Kiedis impression for like 25 years but it’s also my buddy Cyrus [Ghahremani], he played bass and did Flea.  

So many people thought it was real.
It wasn’t too far away from something that sounds like what they would actually do, if you’re just casually listening to it. If you listen closely, it makes no sense — in an aggressive way. But it’s not far away from it, like if you listen to the Chili Peppers, they are just ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding-dong [laughs]. I have respect for them. I hope they weren’t insulted by it. I mean, anytime you’re making fun of someone, that’s a possibility. I think they would agree though that they kind of deserved it. Chad Smith from the Peppers tweeted it out with the message “hahahaha” so he liked it. 

Yeah, that’s gotta be validating.
It validated it less than I wanted because what I wanted was to be invited into the band to sing. Just Kiedis with Jon Daly singing. 

Y’know, I could probably play sax. I’m a good sax player. I’m pretty fuckin’ good. Kenny G thinks I’m pretty good. We traded riffs on his porch.  He gave me one of his soprano saxes. He has his own line of saxes. He gave me a black sax and we played back and forth. It was great. We jammed a bit. It was a hot jam.

That was your second “Imaginary Friend” video, right? The first one was Fabio, then you did Kenny G. 
I’m trying to find the perfect person to do the next one. There’s a pattern established with Fabio and Kenny G: they’re the nicest guys in the world, and they both have long hair. That’s the pattern. I’d love to get the Gosling. But yeah, I’d love to do it with Madonna or Mr T. It has to be the perfect person.  Kenny G was my perfect choice, he’s who I always wanted. I happened to know someone making a documentary about him and then it just happened. It was a dream. We ended up shooting on his patio, I got to play sax with him. It was incredible. He’s a pretty bad ass guy.

It seems like you like poking fun at a certain kind of celebrity, but you’re also keen to make sure they’re in on the joke.
I don’t want them to be offended, but I am making fun of them. Now I’m doing Mall McCartney, which is just Paul McCartney but he’s singing all about malls. He just sings about malls and mall stores.

That seems like something he would actually just do.
Yeah. We’re going to try and get a mall, or part of a mall, rented out and stage a concert and just have Mall McCartney just singing dumb stuff about mall stores. “When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the Gap.” 

I love that way of doing celebrity characters where you sort of just take them and turn them into this original thing rather than a straight-up parody or mockery. Like your Bill Cosby-Bukowski.
Right. Well, Bill Cosby-Bukowski, I was already just doing a Cosby impression but I wanted it to be disgusting. I just wanted a way to do my Bill Cosby impression but also be disgusting and, you know, I’m white so I just made it Bill Cosby-Bukowski.

You retrofitted it. 
I retrofitted it, yeah.  

One thing I didn’t know until I looked at your IMDB earlier - you were in a Disney movie with Martin Lawrence and Raven Symone in 2008.
So, that director, Roger Kumble, he directed Cruel Intentions. Do you remember that movie? 

Of course. Plus it had that Verve song!
[hums opening of "Bittersweet Symphony"] God, I love that movie, it’s so stupid and great. So I just kissed his ass and he needed to cast a small role so he cast me in it. Yeah, I got to work with Martin Lawrence. It was an acid trip, dude. I got there at 6am and I was just sitting there being lit because it’s just a small part so there’s no stand-in, I’m just standing there while the lighting guys do their thing. Then this guy, who’s super cool, this black dude with dreadlocks — just effortlessly cool, comes up and he’s like “hey, man, you’re Jon Daly, a comedian, that’s awesome. This is cool, huh?” I was like yeah, this is great. Then he goes, “I’m about to introduce you to the one and only Martin Lawrence.” I mean, he says it sarcastically but he’s like, “the one and only..!” — and then Martin Lawrence comes up and is like, “Hey man whats up?” Then he just goes to his mark and starts the scene. [laughs] I realized that Martin Lawrence has his own personal hype-man. 

See, that’s the job I’m hoping for someday.
Haha, right? So, we go to start the scene and Martin’s improvising, then I’m improvising — and we’re both cops — so Martin is like, [in the scene] “hey man, you’re not a real cop, you’re a campus cop. If you’re a real cop, what’s a 417?” I go, “that’s an overturned fruit cart.” And he lost it. He starts laughing harder than anyone I’ve ever seen. He’s laughing and yelling out “cut, cut!” Just breaks the scene. Then the rest of the day, everything’s so easy, he keeps being like “man you so funny. Overturned fruit cart.” He loved it. 

Did that make it into the movie?
Nah. Got cut pretty short. There was too much other great stuff to get in there. [laughs]

That almost sounds like, I could be wrong, is that a movie star move? Was he blocking you from one-upping him or something?
Nah, I think he just thinks it was funny. He just recognized it as funny. He wants it to be funny, he wants it to be good. But he’s Martin Lawrence, y’know, he’s an animal, he’s a great stand-up. I watched Runteldat, I never realized how amazing he is. He’s one of the best stand ups of all time but doesn’t really get recognized as such.

People forget where you come from after doing so many family-friendly movies.
Hopefully that’s where we’ll all be. Aw, people think I lost my edge. I got this 2 million dollars, people forgot about me. Guess I better do more improv shows.

Definitely a high-class problem. Speaking of, anything you want to plug?
Yeah! I’m doing the new season of Next Time On Lonny. It’s this great webseries with Adam Scott, Paul Scheer, me, from Ben Stiller. And I’ll be in Drunk History next season. I got to do an awesome one. I don’t want to give it away. But it’s so, so good. So ridiculous, so fun.  Oh and I’m gonna bring back Austin Powers. ‘Yeah baby’, that’s gonna be my thing. 

‘Bout time!
Oh and I don’t believe in vaccines. I read a book from Alicia Silverstone. Tea Loni came to me in a dream and told me that mumps vaccines give people AIDS so I’m not gonna do that anymore. 

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Offline Activism Is the Tricky Part for #YesAllWomen

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As with every mass shooting in the last decade, Elliot Rodger sparked a clash of ideologies. This being a misogyny-fueled massacre, instead of the usual gun debate, it provoked a nationwide Twitter war between anti-patriarchy feminists and a bunch of apologist white guys, with most tweets focusing on the fact that while not all men denegrate women, all women are denegrated by men, and culminating in the latest clicktivist hashtag #YesAllWomen. It's a strong hashtag, and it has staying power, but does it have the potential to inspire people offline?

When a branch of the American Revolutionary Communist Party concerned with banning pornography for the benefit of women, called StopPatriarchy.com, organized a series of #YesAllWomen rallies in Seattle, New York, Philadelphia, Portland, and San Francisco, it meant another attempt at turning global social media awareness into community activism, in the hopes that the effort is broadcast somewhere, anywhere. Best case - recursively on social media; worst case - word of mouth. This cyclical advocacy happens fair often with little effect, #BringackOurGirls and #Kony2012 come to mind. 

Ralph Nader was right, "the Internet doesn't do a very good job of motivating action." 

When I arrived at six sharp to San Francisco's 24th Street Mission BART Station, it appeared that besides a handful of organizers, the only other participants were journalists, reporters, and photographers—all decidedly unattached to the rally and standing on the sidelines like spectators. After passing out pre-made signs bearing popular, uncredited #YesAllWomen tweets, one of the younger organizers began to speak over a megaphone. “We live in a world where it’s not safe to be a woman! We talk about respecting women, not because they are somebody’s mother or daughter, but because these are human beings! They’re going to reduce women to only being breeders of children!” I recognized most of the statements as tweets I’d seen over the last week.

When she offered the megaphone to the crowd, I hoped something more substantial and personal would materialize. Nobody stepped up. The organizer repeated a few more salient points: “The world doesn’t have to be this way, things are really messed up! One in four college women will be raped while in college! If that doesn’t make you uncomfortable, what does?” She pointed at a young blonde woman in gold boots holding a big sign reading "PATRIARCHY PREPARE TO DIE" and offered her the megaphone. She too declined. For a few seconds everybody averted their eyes, and an uncomfortable silence descended on the crowd. “Nobody has anything to say?” asked the organizer of the crowd.

Finally, an old woman came up to the center of the circle, and in a heavy Spanish accent began, “They say he does not like women! They say he is mean! No! David Campos loves women! He supports you! Vote David Campos!” The organizer looked uncomfortable and took back the mic. Gold boots stepped up and said "If you don't know a woman who has been sexually assaulted, that's because she hasn't told you." Another powerful tweet from the past week.

For the next hour, men and mostly women spoke out against the systemic struggle woman face. Some screamed and wept as they demanded an explanation for a list of grievances perpetrated by men. By 8pm the crowd had swelled to about fifty people, half media and half activists, and as they began to march down Mission Street, I ducked into a bar to think about why, despite the strong message, organization, and relevance of the protest; this all felt inherently ineffective.  

As a straight, white, man living in San Francisco, occasionally, I’ll be forced to defend a position that I believe I have no involvement or stake in. Last week for instance, I was angrily asked if my doctor was a white man. I don’t have a primary physician, nor the luxury of choosing who my HMO assigns to me, so the attempt to paint me personally as a racist and misogynist in order to prove a point triggered my defensivenes, and instead of addressing the topic, I was keen to dismiss the entire argument altogether. 

This week, when men around the world began defending themselves as not being of the same cloth as Elliot Rodgers, I recognized the response. At the rally, one of the few men who spoke put it thusly, “All the regular, ‘nice guys’ who say #NotAllMen, they’re the ones who make this possible. They’re more concerned with protecting themselves than helping anybody out.” And that seems to be the root of the problem.

Despite the high intrinsic value of the pro-women movement, the opposition is difficult to pinpoint. There are no counter-protesters at these rallies, and although it is not hard to find people like Elliot Rodger (ust look into any sexually frustrated online community centered on dating difficulty to find misguided resentment towards women) these are not the people exclusively responsible for denying women birth control, abortions, and scores of other privileges. #YesAllWomen wants you to realize that the real movers and shakers of patriarchy are the men who deny it, and who have the privilege to do so. 

Surely there were slave owners who had no personal qualms with black people, and who never beat or abused their slaves, and yet slavery could not exist solely on the whims of confederate-style, proto-Klansmen, rednecks, just as patriarchy and misogyny are wholly dependent on the “average nice guy” who is unwilling to admit that he too is part of an oppressive problem.

As a man, I was at the rally to listen, and hopefully come to some place of useful empathy. The meaning behind the words was there. The rhetoric was strong. The problem is clear to me and my kind, and we're truly eager to examine our own faults and help with the cause, but this rally just made me want to get on my phone check Twitter. What gives?

In theory, it doesn’t take much to create substantial protests out of trending topics. You’ve already got a few thousand slogans to choose from and a vocal base of potential supporters who might actually show up. But the measure of an effective rally seems more dependent on how widely spread the coverage is afterwards. To that end, what does a relatively small, and culturally saturated rally like #YesAllWomen accomplish that can’t be said in a vlog or piece of clickbait?

Today’s soapbox against the patriarchy was cathartic for those fifteen who attended, but completely ignored by any male apologists who might be reading about it for the first time here. When the end game of social media protests is to be written about on social media, for whom do they exist? When the end game is "trending now," stick to online awareness. You'll just end up there anyway. 

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One of Austin's 'Future Goals' is a Statue of Danzig Riding a Dragon

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One of Austin's 'Future Goals' is a Statue of Danzig Riding a Dragon

Raiding an Online Archive of Weird Russian Photographs

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Snooping around the back alleys of the web last month, I found myself in a Russian unsecured directory, where the residents of a region called Karelia back up all their files. The directory is labeled as "public," which means that it is legal for anyone to get in, look at whatever users have uploaded, and download it.

It’s taken me one and a half months to go through the whole catalog—a large part of which is taken up by school coursework, pirated copies of Photoshop, and Russian soap operas—and the process has been tedious to say the least.

However, occasionally I come across a whole lot of photographs—ranging from family shots to images of women doing strange things in barrels. To me, this insight into the lives of people who are completely unaware of my existence makes up for all the time spent browsing mountains of files.

More from Zachary at his website.

The Trashiest Beach in Athens

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The characterization "worst" might be a tough one, but it is nonetheless accurate. It doesn't refer to its natural beauty nor does it have to do with whether the place has clean seawater. The B Voula Beach has been abandoned for years. A small walk around is all it takes to realize the magnitude of the disaster. In which country do you find a beach in such a horrible state, just 11 miles from the city center, in what is supposed to be a lively coastal zone?

I stand and look at the sign in the entrance. Written in green spray paint are the words "Open Public Beach”—but inside the sight is heart-breaking. Tons of trash and debris, abandoned ghost buildings, and an unbearable smell, makes you forget you’re on a beach. As I walk around I look at the beach facilities—the toilet, dressing rooms, dining rooms, bars and some parts of the building, which were never finished. Today the homeless live there—their personal belongings are scattered around.

Last March, Vari’s Mayor Spyros Pannas, opened up the public beach which had been closed for over a decade. A symbolic gesture through which, the municipality expressed its desire to put the beaches under the management of the municipality. "We'll be here every day, to care, to preserve and to make this the most beautiful beach in Attica’s plateau”, the mayor had said. But, two and a half months later, nothing has changed.

I called city hall and talked to their PR manager, Georgia Koutri. "Unfortunately, the beaches are privately owned and are not under the jurisdiction of the municipality. They are owned by ETAD. We do not have the right to perform any kind of actions on the beach," she said.

Despite my repeated attempts to communicate with someone in ETAD ultimately I couldn’t get through to anyone. The question of course remains: Why does the second Voula Beach continue to be closed, while nearby in privately owned beaches, bathers are stacked over the other? And why has this beach been abandoned and allowed to become a zone of contamination due to the trash and storm water conduit?

The Canadian Government Is Introducing New Legislation to Exile and Banish Its Citizens

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It’s medieval times, thanks to the Harper Government’s new citizenship bill—and not the fun one where guys in costumes beat each other up, either. This one involves exile.

Bill C-24 promises to shred the passports of Canadians who the Minister of Immigration deems terrorists—and deport them to countries they may have never seen before.

“It’s so wrong it isn’t funny,” says immigration lawyer Barbara Jackman. “Exile and banishment—those went out in the Middle Ages.”

The bill, known by its euphemistic title of the “Strengthening Canadian Citizenship Act,” gives the Minister of Citizenship and Immigration the right to strip any Canadians’ citizenship for a host of reasons, so long as they have a connection to a foreign country.

Canada’s legal community says the bill is flatly unconstitutional. NGOs have widely called for the bill to be pulled, or substantially amended—to remove just about every controversial part of the legislation. However, a House of Commons committee passed the bill last night without amendment. It will likely become law before Parliament breaks for the summer.

This bill is so broad, critics say, it could allow the government to strip the citizenship of someone as ostensibly innocuous as an environmental activist, or an individual as internationally feared as an Al-Qaeda operative. Any undesirable that falls under the broad categories laid out in the bill—whether they were born in Moose Jaw or Karachi. If the Minister of Immigration decides that the citizen is un-Canadian, they’re outta here.

It’s so loosely worded that honorary citizens like Nelson Mandela might get caught in the net. That’s because the bill would make those charged with international crimes, like Mandela himself, in a state of precarious citizenship. Immigration Minister Chris Alexander, however, says this bill wasn’t intended to go after the Nelson Mandela’s of the world:

“A conviction in a country that is totalitarian or doesn't have the rule of law is not a democracy, a conviction that was political in nature, would not be grounds for refusing citizenship in Canada. We would have the ability to make that determination,” he said in the House of Commons.

While the government maintains that they would never deport someone based on trumped up charges by an autocratic or corrupt regime, they admit that there are no safeguards in place to stop future governments from doing so.

Here’s the catch: to get the Napoleon-goes-to-Saint-Helena treatment, you need only be convicted of one of a list of crimes: Treason, high treason, espionage, or terrorism. The minister can also revoke your citizenship if they believe you served in an army, or an armed group, that “engaged in an armed conflict with Canada,” whatever that means.

For most of the offences, like espionage and treason, you need to be sentenced to life in prison in order to qualify for getting the boot. For terrorism, however, you only need to be convicted of something resembling a terrorism charge and be sentenced to five years—anywhere in the world. You know, like Gandhi.

The government says the foreign definition of 'terrorism' has to match up with the charges found in the Canadian criminal code—that's something the federal court has already established. But the streamlined system won't leave much room for a judge's watchful eyes. While being shown the door, a prospective ex-Canadian can apply for a judicial review, but if a judge doesn't intervene right away, they'll be whisked onto a plane in no time at all.

Those who qualify for this special status of tenuous citizenship need to either have citizenship in another country, or have access to foreign citizenship. While the bill promises that it will leave nobody stateless, it’s unclear how Canada can force someone to obtain citizenship in a foreign country before deporting them.

The process is relatively quaint: to strip a Canadian’s citizenship under the new rules, the Minister must send a letter, informing them that their citizenship is under review, and offer them a chance to submit a reply. If they don’t, the Minister can terminate their citizenship. If they do reply, the Minister can consider it, then terminate their citizenship.

A hearing is not required and the soon-to-be-ex-Canadian will never go before a judge.

“The fact that they’re going to a letter-writing process to take away something as fundamental as citizenship when you can get a hearing in court on a traffic ticket shows that they are very dismissive of citizenship rights,”says Jackman.

Canada is not pulling this out of thin air. The law mirrors a 2002 bill adopted by the English Parliament. For the last 12 years, secretive courts can quickly deport any citizen of the United Kingdom for an array of issues—sometimes on suspicion alone. It has happened 27 times since the bill passed.

That includes Mohamed Sakr, the London-born twenty-something who had his citizenship revoked while out of the country for reasons that remain unclear—what is known is that the English counter-terrorism unit was monitoring him for several trips to the Middle East. Trips that his parents maintain were innocent in nature.

He was killed by an American drone strike while in Somalia, in February 2012. Another man met the same end after being exiled by 24 Downing Street.

There’s also enormous concern that banishing radicalized youth to war-torn failed states might not be the best way to promote stability. But, it’s not just suspected terrorists who may be at risk.

Ehab Lotayef may well be a prime candidate.

The Cairo-born, Montreal-based engineer has been a Canadian citizen for over two decades. He also founded the “Canada Boat to Gaza” organization, which has been trying to sail through the Israeli blockade of Gaza, inspired by the initial Gaza Freedom Flotilla in 2010.

Lotayef was arrested by the Israelis when soldiers boarded the ship during the group’s second try, in 2011.

The group maintains that their goal is to bring aid and supplies to Palestinian civilians. The American and Israeli Governments have charged that the flotilla’s funders and participants have ties to Hamas.

Hamas is, of course, a terrorist organization under Canadian law. They are also the government of the Gaza Strip.

“They would probably claim that by aiding a group that they claim to be terrorists…we could be considered terrorists as well,” Lotayef told VICE.

Lotayef says the group doesn’t actually work with Hamas, for the record. He says the group works civilian-to-civilian, and only deals with governments when absolutely necessary.

He caught the attention of CSIS, however, when the group first launched. He basically told the spies to amscray, but has no doubt been the subject of some surveillance since.

Certainly, if Lotayef or one of his cohorts faced charges in Israel or elsewhere—for just about anything from piracy to supporting a terrorist organization—Ottawa could revoke his citizenship.

Lotayef says the group is currently trying to orchestrate a reverse-flotilla; they’re funnelling money into activists within Gaza, helping them build their own boats. The idea is to provide ship-building jobs within the occupied territory, and sail through the blockade as an act of defiance.

I asked Lotayef if he’s worried about the new citizenship bill could put his Canadian passport in jeopardy.

No, he says.

“I think that would be a farce.”


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Gentrification Comes to LA’s Skid Row, and the Homeless Get the Shaft

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A street corner in downtown Los Angeles. Photo via Flickr user Toni Heim

One of the worst things about being rich is sometimes you're forced to interact with the poor. When not in a sitting in orthopedic chairs in skyscrapers or on Italian leather sofas in luxury condos, the wealthy are often forced to walk on their own two legs—at street level—as if they were proletarian slobs. And this is upsetting, for on a sidewalk, anyone, even the hideously unprivileged, can look you in the eye.

Developer Geoffrey H. Palmer thinks this is wrong. In 2009, the real estate mogul sued the city of Los Angeles and successfully overturned its requirement that he provide some affordable housing in his massive faux-Italian apartment complexes. But while that kept poor people out, it didn't do anything to address the problem of the poor people Palmer’s wealthy future tenants would have to deal with in the still-gentrifying downtown area.

So when Palmer started construction on two new buildings, complete with a pool and indoor basketball court, he proposed a pedestrian bridge connecting them to minimize “potential incidents that could occur during the evening hours, when the homeless population is more active in the surrounding area.” In other words, the rich will be able to literally walk over the less fortunate.

Initially, city planners rejected Palmer’s proposal, arguing that the area next to the 110 freeway would be improved by having more street traffic. But Palmer appealed the decision, maintaining that to force his tenants to “use the street and interact with the homeless population” would be an injustice to the morally upstanding bankers and real estate agents who will be moving in to his new development.

Local business leaders had his back. “There's 20 people now encamped underneath that freeway,” Hal Bastian, executive vice president of the Downtown Center Business Improvement District, told the Los Angeles Times. “This bridge is essential while the area is going through its transition.” There are still poor people there, Bastian was saying, so this bridge is a necessary compromise while we work to push them out.

The LA City Council unanimously approved the bridge in April, the latest in a long series of signs that big business and the local government have decided that downtown Los Angeles belongs to the rich, and that the poor who already live there need to go.

Two decades ago, the area was all but forgotten by the city's elite. Many of the lavish million-dollar theaters built along Broadway in the 1920s and 30s had been converted into evangelical churches and low-end retail outlets, and the massive, ornate apartment buildings erected back when downtown was the cultural center of LA had been transformed into sweatshops for the textile industry. But now, downtown is being “revitalized,” meaning it’s once again full of mustachioed white people drinking Prohibition-era cocktails—and those who once called it home are being pushed out.

A group of homeless people on Skid Row. Photo via Flickr user Neon Tommy

These changes are most obvious on Skid Row, an industrial district full of warehouses and thousands of poor people. Some live in pay-by-the-week hotels and others make homes out of tents—a stark reminder, in an era of record corporate profits, that our civilized society leaves many of its people out in the cold. For years, no one gave much of a damn about the people of Skid Row or what they did, as the population was safely segregated far away from rich neighborhoods in Santa Monica and Beverly Hills.

Then the people with money started coming back. In 1998, the Staples Center, home to both of LA's basketball teams and a number of chain restaurants, was constructed at a cost of $345 million ($531 million in today's dollars). The cash started spreading through the rest of downtown to the point that those on the fringes—those sleeping under freeways and on the streets—found themselves on the front lines of gentrification. The once affordable (if not luxurious) housing got renovated to accommodate the young professional couples taking the place of the poorer tenants. The city began enforcing an ordinance banning the homeless from sleeping on the street—literally criminalizing poverty—until a federal court ruled that constituted cruel and unusual punishment; now the rule is only enforced during daylight hours.

Helping speed this transition along are eight business improvement districts, groups formed by local property owners and merchants that impose fees on local businesses to fund private security forces that work in concert with the LAPD to keep downtown safe for capitalism.

In 2005, the Central City East Association (CCEA), which administers the business improvement district that includes Skid Row, began a “Neighborhood Watch Walk” through the neighborhood in an effort it said was aimed at “reclaiming a community” that it wasn’t a part of. In CCEA literature promoting the walk, Skid Row is described as being “covered with people injecting drugs day and night” with addicts “in full overdose seizures.” “Acts of prozstitution” are carried out “in full view of passing vehicles and pedestrians,” as are “violent transient-on-transient attacks.”

Though the CCEA emphasized the “positive impact” of its efforts and the “outreach/intervention” work that resulted, the primary response to the misery of Skid Row was a concerted law enforcement crackdown that began shortly after the CCEA’s walk.

As the Washington Post later reported, “a combination of police strategy, newspaper exposés, political will, and loft-building devezrs pushed Skid Row to the top of the city's agenda,” and in September 2006 Los Angeles launched the Safer City Initiative (SCI), which saw an additional 50 uniformed police officers and dozens of undercover cops deployed to the notorious 50-block district of warehouses and abandoned buildings. That made Skid Row “home to the largest concentration of police officers in the country” according to the Los Angeles Community Action Network (LA CAN), a group of local residents that argues the crackdown is a little more than institutionalized harassment of a community that needs assistance, not more men with badges and guns. One of the officers’ primary responsibilities was to write tickets for “quality of life” crimes like public urination and public drinking and sleeping on the street during the day—that is, things people have to do when they don't have houses—and officers have issued more than 10,000 citations, according to a lawsuit that LA CAN filed in March against the LAPD and CCEA.

“We don't need that many police,” said Joe Thomas, a Vietnam veteran who told me he's been living on the downtown streets since 1992. In his experience, “this is one of the safest communities.”

Violent crime in Los Angeles hasn't been this low since the 1960s, but on Skid Row, where police have focused on combating minor offenses, an initial drop in violent crime after the 2006 crackdown was followed by a an upswing in serious incidents. That suggests that if you want to reduce violent crime, you shouldn’t be so fixated on locking people up for sleeping and drinking in public. Indeed, the LAPD says that crime dropped again in 2013 in part because cops were making fewer arrests for minor crimes and focusing instead on increasing their visibility on the street.

Many residents are convinced that the crackdown on Skid Row isn't so much about preventing serious crime as it is about driving the undesirables out of sight. As Thomas said, “The city believes the solution to homelessness is incarceration because incarceration is one of the biggest industries this state has."

Others I spoke with echoed his feeling of being persecuted by the city’s new priorities. “Gentrification means kicking people out,” said James Porter, a member of LA CAN who has lived here for the last 40 years. I met Porter at LA CAN's downtown office, which is located a block away from a new pet shop that features a “pawbar” and “bathhouse,” the latter the kind of amenity not available to most humans who live on the downtown streets. “CCEA is claiming to be the voice of the people downtown, but they don't speak for the low-income people. They don't speak for me.”

So long as there is capitalism, there will be homelessness, said Porter, but he thinks the money flowing into downtown could be used to help some of those left behind. The white yuppies who are moving in can keep their lofts and expensive dogs, but their arrival doesn’t need to come at the expense of those already living here—in fact, Porter told me, all the money they're bringing in provides “an opportunity to get the homeless of the street. We have to take advantage of that growth.”

But business leaders have refused to prioritize the poor, and despite all the capital injected into downtown over the last decade, very little has trickled down to those who need it. “There's nothing here,” said Thomas. “They're taking it all away—and yet they still blame us.”

A trashcan on Skid Row. Photo via Flickr user Vi Bella

Its PR-friendly protestations aside, the business community appears at times to view the destitute and displaced as criminals. In one particularly jarring example, CCEA's top executives giddily worked hand-in-hand with law enforcement to target Ann Moody, a homeless woman who has been arrested at least 59 times—at a cost of $250,000 to taxpayers—for refusing to move her tent from the sidewalk and violating the city's ban on sitting or lying on the street during daylight hours. Cops and corporations see her as a symbol of defiance. And they want her gone for good, as emails released by one of Moody’s public defenders show.

“Any chance of an Ann Moody arrest Thursday or Friday?” wrote Steven Keyser, the then director of operations at CCEA, in a February 2011 email to Shannon Paulson, the LAPD lieutenant in charge of the SCI. “She is in constant violation. I spoke with a couple local community people who strongly favor enforcement of illegal encampment and other crimes to make the area safer and more comfortable for law-abiding citizens.”

Two months later, Keyser was ecstatic about what had been termed “Moody was taken,” he wrote in an email. “Way to go SCI!!!”

“Yup,” replied Paulson. “I'll be damned if I'm gonna let her thumb her nose at us.”

Another email chain,from 2010, shows just how gleeful cops and CCEA officers are at throwing a 59-year-old woman in jail and seizing her property. When Sergeant Ronald Crump of the SCI wrote to say that Moody had been sentenced “to 180 days with no early release” and the judge “also took the $200 she had on her personal property and applied it toward the public defender's fee’s.” [sic]

“That's great,” wrote Vicky McCormick, the then director of CCEA. “Thanks to all of you.”

Businesses are not typically in the business of altruism; they exist to churn out profits. Likewise, their allies in the LAPD are more attuned to the interests of the 1,166 businesses and 575 property owners who make up the CCEA than those of the thousands of people who live in the streets or shelters of Skid Row. But to hear the authorities talk, the neighborhood’s true grifters are those advocating on the poor's behalf.

In 2007, Officer Dean Joseph argued on the LAPD's official blog that those opposing the city's crackdown on petty crime on Skid Row are the real profiteers. “I do not consider enforcing laws, whether it is for jaywalking or murder, as harassment,” he wrote. Some homeless activist organizations, he added, are hoping “that chaos will continue to reign in Skid Row” because “that is how they get their funding. If we make the streets safe here, they will not be able to profit from people's pain.”

That's a theme that comes up again and again from developers and their allies in law enforcement: Advocates for the poor are just in it for the money. To those who only see value in the monetization of people and things, the poor choose to be poor because that's how they plan to get rich.

Indeed, Paulson, in an email to another city official about “problem child” Ann Moody, wrote that the homeless woman “uses the homeless charade as a way to make tax free money through selling alcohol, untaxed cigarettes and crack pipes.” Because the real money isn’t in selling condos to “creatives,” but in hawking individual beers and cigarettes to transients out of the tent in which you live.

Were local business leaders and their LAPD enforcers interested in helping the homeless, they wouldn't just be seeking to “reclaim” their community, but create a healthier, more sustainable one. Instead of pushing the homeless off the street with criminal prosecutions,moneyed interests would be looking to provide them housing. The rich are doing the opposite.

A homeless man on Skid Row. Photo via Flickr user mpeake

“Plan to turn Cecil Hotel into homeless housing is withdrawn,” announced an April headline in the LA Times. The Los Angeles County Department of Health Services—along with the United Way of Greater Los Angeles and that hotbed of radical Marxism, the LA Chamber of Commerce—had advocated converting hundreds of rooms in the hotel into efficiency apartments for the homeless, complete with “on-site counseling and mental health treatment to stabilize residents.”

But there was a snag: The moneyed minority didn't want it there.

“It's like having an AA meeting in a bar,” developer Tom Gilmore told the Times. Gilmore—joined in opposition by Gloria Molina, a member of the LA County of Board Supervisors and the best friend a skeezy developer ever had—owns a number of nearby properties, but he claimed his opposition was in the interest of those he was denying shelter to, saying of Skid Row, “You could move a thousand people out tomorrow and in two weeks you'd have a thousand more people.” So, the logic goes, why help any of them?

Patti Berman, the president of the downtown neighborhood council, acknowledged to the Times that the city has a terrible problem with homelessness—between 2011 and 2013, the number of people sleeping unsheltered on the streets of LA increased by 67 percent—but, she said, “That building was not going to solve it.” What the area needs, she told the paper, is a boutique hotel.

The homeless can go to hell, in other words—or go live behind bars. While it can't find much money to fight poverty, the LA County Board of Supervisors is perfectly happy to spend more than $2 billion on new jails. Meanwhile, the city council is considering a $3.7-million plan to clean up Skid Row, but the focus wouldn’t on building new restrooms or housing, but on expanding a storage facility where homeless residents can put their possessions.

Al Sabo, another homeless resident of downtown LA, told me he would have welcomed the new affordable housing. Though critics of the Cecil Hotel plan argued there were already enough shelters in the area, Sabo said many homeless people shun them because they aren’t practical.

“You have to spend half a day waiting in line to get a bed and then they kick you out at 5, 6 AM,” he said. And as soon as you get out, “next thing you know, it's three 'o' clock and you have to get back in line.”

Sabo argued the rejection of the Cecil Hotel plan is simply part of the business community's strategy to deprive the area's homeless of services that “attract” the poor, who they want to get lost, not house. “If you try to eliminate the 4,000 to 5,000 homeless who sleep on the streets, where are you going to put them?” he told me.“Their answer is jail. If we can get their asses in jail, we can get them off Skid Row.”

More than just housing, though, community activists say the homeless need respect. Eric Ares, an organizer with LA CAN, told me his group is “in the process of drafting model legislation” that would seek to enshrine in California law certain inalienable rights, including the right to sleep in public spaces without fear of going to jail, the right to sleep in a legally parked car, and 24-hour access to bathrooms. Last year, California State Assembly member Tom Ammiano introduced legislation that would have done much the same thing, but that bill died quietly in committee; an editorial in the liberal San Francisco Chronicle summed up the opposition's attitude when it asked, incredulously, “These are rights?

“We were very disappointed,”said Carlos Alcala, an aide to Ammiano. “However, we known from a lot of experience that progress is often achieved only after many failures.”

The poor of downtown Los Angeles have certainly suffered from enough failures over the past decades. They were neglected until developers became interested in redeveloping the streets they slept on; now, instead of helping them, the forces of gentrification seemed fixed on taking away what little the homeless have left.

“We don't even have water fountains,” Joe Thomas, the homeless veteran, told me, “but the dogs do.”

Charles Davis is a writer in Los Angeles. His work has been published by Al Jazeera, Inter Press Service, the New Inquiry, and Salon.

Goodbye, Alexander Shulgin

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Photo of Shulgin's laboratory by the author

On Monday at 5 PM Alexander Shulgin died in his Lafayette, California, home surrounded by friends and family. He is survived by his wife and collaborator, Ann Shulgin. At 88 his death was not unexpected—his physical health had been declining for several years—but it still brings me and countless people who knew and loved him great sadness. Over the next weeks many things will be written about the brilliant accomplishments that marked Sasha's life and career—which I wrote about several times for VICE. I had the great fortune of visiting Sasha and Ann's home on at least a dozen occasions, eating in their kitchen, talking about chemistry in his laboratory, and tending to cacti in his garden. Forgoing the basic biographical information, let me quickly share a few important things to remember about the master and his work that might not appear elsewhere. 

He embodied scientific ideals every young researcher should strive for.
Shulgin authored articles in the most high-impact journals in scientific publishing and generally did so from his home laboratory, something that is almost unheard of. He pushed the boundary of what is legally and scientifically acceptable, not to thumb his nose at the establishment but because he believed in scientific freedom and cognitive liberty. Most important, he was unwilling to make compromises that he knew would impact the scope of his work—he was interested in the mind of humans (not rodents) and directed his research accordingly. Shulgin generously shared his data and hypotheses to benefit future investigators—directions for new areas to explore appear throughout Pihkal and Tihkal. The only thing more important to Shulgin than his research was ensuring that it would be carried on. (For example, Shulgin hinted that the sea-sponge-derived tryptamine 5-Br-DMT would be psychoactive in humans and was delighted when it was demonstrated and published last year). 

He was an unnecessarily kind teacher to the young, stupid, and strange.
When I first emailed Alexander Shulgin as a college freshman, it was done impulsively in a moment of awe. I had not yet had the time or chemistry education to read the entirety of Pihkal and Tihkal or his 100-plus scientific publications, and I shudder when I think about the exact questions I asked him. Suffice to say they warranted no response or, at best, a dismissive citation of the requested information. Instead he responded with genuine kindness and interest. And I was not unique in that regard: I know dozens of other people who were openly received by Sasha when he had nothing to gain. He treated questions from postdocs, high school students, and convicted felons with the same consideration and respect.

He was a great science writer.
Shulgin is generally called a psychonaut before a science writer, but I struggle to find anyone who could write more convincingly about the wonder of organic synthesis and scientific exploration, Primo Levi included. Case in point:

The extension of the two-carbon chain of mescaline by alpha-methylation to the three carbon chain of TMA approximately doubled the potency of the compound. And it was felt to be a completely logical possibility that, by extending it one more carbon atom, to the four carbon chain of alpha-ethyl-mescaline, it might double again. And following that logical progression, the doubling of potency with each additional carbon atom, the factor would be 2 to the 7th power by the alpha-octyl (or 256x that of mescaline, or a milligram as active dose) and with a side chain of a 70-carbon alkyl group (alpha-heptacontylmescaline) it would take just a single molecule to be intoxicating. This was rich fantasy stuff. As an active compound, just where would it go in the brain? With an 80-carbon side-chain, would one-thousandth of a single molecule be enough for a person? Or might a single molecule intoxicate a thousand people? And how long a chain on the alpha-position might be sufficient that, by merely writing down the structure on a piece of paper, you would get high? Maybe just conceiving the structure in your mind would do it. That is, after all, the way of homeopathy.

His research extended far beyond MDMA.
The role Shulgin played in the rediscovery and popularization of MDMA is what the media generally emphasizes, but there is just as much to be learned from the dozens of compounds he synthesized that never achieved widespread use in humans. His creation 2C-SE was the first and only psychoactive drug to feature the element selenium. He pioneered heavy psychoactive drugs with beta-D, his successful attempt to alter the activity of mescaline via the substitution of deuterium for hydrogen atoms in the molecule's beta position. Beyond these carefully planned investigations, his curiosity led him to the serendipitous discovery of many new types of drugs he could have never anticipated: extreme time dilation from 2C-T-4, tactile hallucination from 2,N,N-TMT, an unexpected fugue state from 4-desoxymescaline, and the still unclassifiable effects of 5-MeO-pyr-T.   

He did unique things with a non-unique skill set.
There is absolutely no question Shulgin was a unique visionary and extraordinary chemist, but it would be a mistake to think that his career was the product of an understanding of chemistry that was entirely unique––and that was his greatest power. There are tens of thousands of chemists who could have technically accomplished Shulgin's synthetic feats but didn't. With minimal financial resources in a tiny backyard lab, Shulgin made some of the 20th century's most important contributions to the fields of psychopharmacology and medicinal chemistry, and it wasn't because he possessed knowledge that nobody else had but because he was passionate and willing to risk his freedom and financial stability to explore something he knew had vital scientific importance.

I used to say, "There will never be another Alexander Shulgin," and that is true, but the last thing Shulgin wanted was to be the only scientist of his kind. So let me revise that: There will never be another Alexander Shulgin, but he created so much and inspired so many that there doesn't need to be.

Ground Zero: The Destruction of Daraa - Part 2

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In March 2011, Syrian citizens began protesting oppressive government rule in the city of Daraa. Assadi government troops fired on the protesters, resulting in the beginning of the war in Syria.

Three years later, rebels are still in a deadlocked civil war with President Bashar al Assad and his sympathizers that continues to rip the country apart.

VICE went to Daraa to see out where the revolution started, where it continues, and where the loss to the people of Syria can be seen on every bombed-out street corner.


The George W. Bush Museum Is Just as Infuriating as You Think It Is

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George W. Bush is history’s greatest monster you’d like to have a beer with. He’s a fun-loving, DUI-acquiring, shit-kicking everyman like you—a self-defined cowboy who slurred his way through Yale and into his stolen role as the former Leader of the Free World.

Miles away from his much-maligned presidency, he currently exists as an affable, inoffensive talk show guest, the kind who takes relish in presenting Jay Leno, America’s Former Late Night Leader, with semi-competently rendered portraits of himself. In spite of this we have not forgotten, nor forgiven, his misdeeds. We (and by “we,” I mean “I,” because I’m the one writing this) still hate him with every fiber of our beings. We, however, aren’t docents at his presidential library and museum. In the interest of checking out his apologists’ fun spin on revisionist history, I decided to visit the museum, located, naturally, on the campus of Dallas’s Southern Methodist University.

The first thing I witnessed, after walking by the “Freedom Registry,” was the sight of children on a field trip being shuffled through a metal detector. I have visited many presidential museums in my time, up to and including Richard Nixon’s. This, however, was the only one I had been to that required the frisking of its visitors. Nixon had enemies—a whole list of them, in fact. But in fairness, Bush’s enemies list is countries—his own included—long. I could understand the man’s paranoia.

An exhibition of childlike paintings of world leaders, titled The Art of Leadership: A President’s Personal Diplomacy, was where I began my tour. Portraits of Bush’s cronies, displayed among tchotchkes given in friendship, hung alongside glowing reviews of his character. Tony Blair was quoted as saying, “I’ve admired him as a president and I regard him as a friend. I have taken the view that Britain should stand shoulder-to-shoulder with America after September 11th... I am proud of the relationship we have had.”

The Dalai Lama, perhaps due to his infinite capacity for kindness and forgiveness, said, “I really love him. Really.”

I was informed that, in spite of his horrific nature, Vladmir Putin acted totally cool to us post-9/11, and so we should probably give him a break.

I was told that Saudi Arabia’s King Abdhullah, regardless of the fact that he runs one of the most ass-backward countries in the world, “established a strong personal bond” with Bush and, therefore, isn’t as bad as I think he is. As I stared at the “art,” a child remarked, “The paintings are all good, but some of them are creepy.” I concurred.

In the corner, a docent asked children whether they knew what diplomacy meant; she then struggled to define it in spite of their overwhelming lack of interest. They, it seemed, were even less interested in learning than Bush. I visualized Condoleezza Rice doing the same as he licked Cheetos dust off his fingers and transfixedly stared at a television playing Fox News like a bro watching the big game in a sports bar. Unlike the president, the children didn’t really need to learn what diplomacy was. In spite of it all, they were still going to graduate, 'cause no child left behind, right? The “No Child Left Behind” section was the only one kids paid attention to, incidentally, because it had a climbable school bus to horse around on. It was conveniently located next to the downer that was the 9/11 memorial.

Signs informed me that faith had helped Bush find the strength to stop drinking. That “the role of government is to create an environment in which the entrepreneurial person… who works hard and dreams big can realize his or her dreams.” (Which was a quote by Bush, spoken over 20 fucking years after Reagan expressed exactly the same sentiment.) An exhibit touted his “experience” as a failed businessman and lauded the fact that he was the only commander-in-chief to have ever earned an MBA.

The Decision Points Theater allowed me to tackle the tough choices Bush made during his administration, the implication being that he actually made any of the choices in question—that he is capable of making choices that don’t involve what cowboy hat to wear in order to prove how salt-of-the-earth he is or what shade of carmine he needs to use in order to capture former Australian prime minister/major league asshole/trusted ally John Howard’s bloated, reddened visage.

The theater could select from four key “decisions”: Threat of Saddam Hussein, Hurricane Katrina, the Surge, and Financial Crisis. We chose Saddam. Breaking news occasionally jutted in and prevented us from listening to our advisers, the reliability of whom we voted on. We had but four minutes to decide the fate of the nation. I’m sure the same applied to the big man too. And by “the big man,” I mean Dick Cheney. One breaking news clip told us we had found Saddam’s WMDs… as if they actually existed. WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, AMERICA! it implored. TO THIS DESPOT WHAT DONE TRIED TO KILL DADDY BUSH!

We, as a theater, sought a new UN resolution. Bush didn’t. “Before 9/11,” Bush explained afterward, “Saddam was a problem America might have been able to solve. But after 9/11…” He then dropped the mic, picking it up only to remark, “The world was made safer by his removal.”

I played again. The Hurricane Katrina decision involved whether or not to invoke the Insurrection Act. Breaking news footage described lawless hoodlums roaming around New Orleans with guns. There was no talk of sending food, or water, or helicopters. Just to stop these black guys from killing one another. (Reports of rampant violence post-Katrina were mostly exaggerated, but that makes for a less exciting game.) In the museum’s incredibly small Katrina section, Bush is absolved of all guilt. Fuck Kanye West, it implies. George Bush totally cares about black people! He’s hugging a sobbing one in this photograph!

As I watched a video about how Bush totally didn’t steal the 2000 election and how Al Gore was acting, at the time, like a little bitch, an old woman probably named Dixie shook her head in reverence at the sight of former adviser Karen Hughes. “She was great, wasn’t she?” she marveled. The same former Southern Belle then called Gore a “jerk.” Greatest Generation or no, I wanted to slap her. She smelled like baking powder, as did everyone else there. Anyone who wasn’t a child forced to be there was in a wheelchair, pushing a wheelchair, or pushing the age in which they’d need a wheelchair. AND THEY VOTE. You don’t. You probably should. They loved to talk, in quiet tones, among themselves about political policy, as if they knew what the fuck they were talking about. Even Dubya knew more.

"DID YOU KNOW?" A placard asked. “Before 9/11, federal anti-terrorism efforts were hampered by rules that discouraged the sharing of information between intelligence and law enforcement officials.” But don’t worry… the USA PATRIOT ACT FIXED IT! Thanks, 43!

A sassily worded sign read, “President Bush nominated Justices to the Supreme Court who understood that the role of the Court is to respect the balance of power by strictly interpreting the Constitution, not drafting new laws to advance a personal or political agenda.” Because when I think agenda-less, I think Samuel Alito.

The hubristic weight of placing Dubya’s museum in the same city where John Kennedy’s assassination took place was not lost on me. One of the divine ironies of Bush’s administration was that, in spite of the ire his presidency illicited, no one ever attempted to kill him. He was, it seems, too stupid to suffer, as evidenced by the lighthearted video near the end of the tour, hosted by his equally vacant daughters, that poked a bit of fun at his legendary inarticulateness. If you can’t laugh at yourself, the video asked, how do you expect people to see you as a leader? Wait, what?

The gift shop, filled with $60 leather embossed notebooks with Bush’s signature on it, $20 guides to his exhibition of paintings of world leaders, $50 polo shirts and golf memorabilia, was more offensive than the 9/11 Museum gift shop everyone recently got their panties in a twist about. Mostly because if 9/11 had never happened, this shrine wouldn’t. We wouldn’t have been scared enough to reelect him for the first time.

On my way out, I was presented with the words “Now we go forward—GRATEFUL FOR OUR FREEDOM, FAITHFUL TO OUR CAUSE, and confident in the future of the greatest nation on Earth.” A “9/11: Never Forget” magnet, affixed to the back of an enormous truck parked sideways, taking up far more than its share of space in the parking lot, was the last thing I saw. Don’t worry, I thought. I won’t forget anytime soon. How could I?

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We're Giving Away Tickets to See Mac Demarco in Dawson City, Yukon

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We're Giving Away Tickets to See Mac Demarco in Dawson City, Yukon

This Is How Europe Takes Drugs in 2014

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Photo by Patrick D Bortz

The 2014 European Drug Report came out last week and told us exactly what we already knew: that Europeans are very fond of drugs. 

For better or worse, the Old Continent has arguably been the world's most prolific drug-consuming landmass for at least a century or so. In the 1930s, while Reefer Madness was convincing Americans that smoking weed would turn their children into rapists, Turkey was supplying Greek proto-hippies with the continent’s crumbliest hash; in the 80s, Zurich turned Platzspitz Park into a legal, open-air drug market; and, in the early 90s, half of Manchester spent their weekends existing almost exclusively on pills and poppers.  

The situation is no different today. The European Monitoring Centre for Drugs and Drug Addiction (EMCDDA) report estimates that around a quarter of Europe’s adult population have taken an illegal drug in their lifetime, and states that the consumption of just cocaine and cannabis throughout the continent adds up to around 2,000 tons every year.

There’s also Europe’s recent insatiable taste for legal highs to take into account. Over the past few years, drugs that sound like Diamond Head support bands—“Exodus Damnation", “Dragon Pellet", “King Cobra”, etc.—have made their way from the quiet head-shop stalls of Reading Festival to the shouty headlines of the European press. And for good reason—81 new legal alternatives to pills, coke, and weed were discovered in 2013 alone, and each of those untested substances comes with its own unique set of risks.

Worryingly, users in many countries have progressed from snorting, smoking, or ingesting these chemicals to injecting them. That, of course, opens them up to all the regular, blood-borne dangers that intravenous users have been flirting with ever since people started poking needles full of gear into their veins.

To give you a proper rundown of the current European drug climate, we’ve taken a bunch of statistics from the Global Drug Survey 2014 and turned them into the maps you see dotted throughout this post. We also dug through the 2014 European Drug report—as well as a load of other recently released studies—pulled out the most significant points from a few of the countries surveyed, and turned them into easily digestible sentences so you can remember them at a bar this evening.

All graphs by Alex Vissaridis (Click to enlarge)

DENMARK
According to one international survey aimed at drug users, cannabis was actually more popular in Denmark than tobacco, with 66 percent of respondents saying they had smoked it in the last year.

ESTONIA
Estonia has a pretty serious problem with fetanyl, a very strong synthetic opioid. Because of this, the country has the largest number of drug overdoses in Europe, and the rate of HIV outbreaks is high.

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FINLAND
A drug sold as legal cocaine—MDPV, a mephedrone-like substance—has caused a number of deaths in Finland. 

GREECE
As VICE reported last year, Greece is suffering a catastrophic problem with the drug called sisa, a type of methamphetamine that can be as cheap as a dollar per hit.

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IRELAND
On average, a gram of weed in Ireland costs $27, making it the most expensive place to get stoned in Europe.

NETHERLANDS
Dutch people fucking love taking stimulants. More than 50 percent of respondents to one survey aimed at drug users in the Netherlands said they had taken MDMA in the past year, making it more popular there than cannabis. The country is also big on producing pingers—2.4 million ecstasy tablets were seized in the Netherlands in 2012, the largest haul of pills ever intercepted in the European Union.

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NORWAY
Norway has the second-highest rate of drug overdoses in Europe, behind Estonia. According to government figures, 76 per million people will die of a drug overdose in the country, due in part to the capital Oslo's heroin-addiction problem. 

ROMANIA
Romanians are getting into legal highs. In fact, they're now so widespread that more than a third of those entering drug-treatment programs for the first time were doing so because of new psychoactive substances. In comparison, only 21 percent of first-time patients were using heroin.

This is partly due to a shortage of heroin in the country in 2010 and 2011, with users switching to the legal highs that you can just buy online. Injection of these drugs is now on the rise, with 33 percent of specialized drug-treatment participants injecting some form of legal high as their primary drug, and with one needle and syringe program in Bucharest reporting that 51 percent of their users were injecting new psychoactive substances.

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SPAIN
Acting as the gateway to Europe from Morocco, more than two thirds of cannabis resin seized in the EU is in Spain. The country is also fond of synthetic cannabinoids—herbs sprayed with chemicals that emulate the effects of cannabis. Although only 20 kilos were seized throughout the first half of 2013, it's still the largest reported interception of this type of drug in Europe.

TURKEY
Turkey, as it has been for decades, remains a trafficking hotspot, with drugs destined for both the European heroin market and the Middle East being seized. Since 2007, the country has also held the enviable title of being the leading EU member state for herbal cannabis seizures.

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UK
Since being banned in 2010, mephedrone has made a substantial dent on the black market. There were approximately 1,900 users of the drug entering treatment programs in 2011 and 2012, and more than half of those users were under 18 years old. Some injecting users of the drug have been mixing it with heroin—a cheaper version of a speedball, which is traditionally a mixture of heroin and cocaine.

You may have already worked this out from the fact that trace amounts were recently found in the national water supply, but the UK is Europe's leading consumer of cocaine, with nearly 10 percent of the population stating that they have consumed the drug at least once in their lifetime.

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The VICE Reader: The Con-Artist Wing of the Democratic Party

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Former US Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner (left) yucking it up at a meeting of global elites in 2009. Photo via Flickr user IMF

The most consequential event of this young century has been the financial crisis. This is a catchall term that means three different things: an economic housing boom and bust, a financial meltdown, and a political response in which bailouts were showered upon the very institutions that were responsible for the chaos. We will be seeing the fallout for decades. Today, in Europe, far-right fascist parties are on the rise, climbing the unhappiness that the crisis-induced austerity has unleashed. China is looking away from the West as a model of development. In the US, Congress is actually less popular than certain sexually transmitted infections, and all institutions of national power are losing their legitimacy. At the same time, the financial system did not, in the end, collapse, and there was no repeat of the Great Depression.

More than anyone else, it was then US Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner who shaped this response, and who bears praise, blame, and responsibility for the outcome. And finally, with the release of his book, Stress Test: Reflections on Financial Crises, Geithner is getting to tell his side of the bailout story.

Stress Test is an important book, because Tim Geithner is an important man. Economist Thomas Piketty may be explaining essential social dynamics of inequality, and Elizabeth Warren may be describing the need for Americans to get a break from the banks, but it is Tim Geithner who, for better or worse, actually shaped our institutional, legal, political, and economic dynamics at the moment when the system was most malleable.

That said, Geithner is not a popular man, and he knows it. “I never found an effective way to explain to the public what we were doing and why,” he writes. “We did save the economy, but we lost the country doing it.” He knows he’s never going to win the argument, he knows he can’t possibly convince people he did the right thing. Even his book tour is being described as an undertaking that "could have been worse." But he’s going to try to convince you anyway.

Stress Test is a fun, if long, book. It’s enjoyable, it’s charming, and it’s well written (or least well written by ghostwriter Mike Grunwald). It’s replete with simple and colorful anecdotes that explain the complexities of capital markets, without condescension and with a minimal amount of jargon. There are two parts to the book. The first is a set of arguments, told through his experiences during the crisis, about why bank bailouts are essential—the financial world according to Geithner. And the second is an autobiographical account of Geithner’s life.

I’ll address both of these, since they are intertwined. For as I read the book, and compared the book with what was written at the time and what was written afterwards, I noticed something odd, and perhaps too bold to say in polite company. As much as I really wanted to hear what Geithner had to say, I quickly realized that I wasn’t getting his actual side of the story. The book is full of narratives, facts, and statements that are, well, untrue, or at the very least, highly misleading. Despite its length, there are also serious omissions that suggest an intention to mislead, as well as misrepresentations of his critics’ arguments. As I went further into Geithner’s narrative, even back into his college days, I got the sense that I was seeing only a brilliantly scrubbed surface, that there were nooks and crannies hidden away. It struck me that I was reading the memoirs of an incredibly savvy and well-bred grifter, the kind that the American WASP establishment of financiers, foundation officials, and spies produces in such rich abundance. I realize this is a bold claim, because it’s an indictment not just of Geithner but also of those who worked for him at Treasury and at the Federal Reserve, as well as indictment of the Clinton-era finance team of Robert Rubin, Larry Summers, Alan Greenspan, Michael Barr, Jason Furman, and other accomplices. That’s why this review is somewhat long, as it’s an attempt to back up such a broad and sweeping claim. I will also connect it to what Geithner is doing now: working in the same kind of financial business that made Mitt Romney a near billionaire.

First, it’s important to rehash Geithner’s stated argument in the book about why he did what he did, and go over those debates. I should say upfront that I do not know why Geithner organized the bailouts the way he did, but I do not believe that the intellectual justifications laid down in the book are the actual reasons. Perhaps we’ll never know why he did what he did. It’s still important to chronicle what he says he did, and why he says he did it.

Geithner’s basic stated view is that financial panics are inherent to capitalism, and that they are incredibly destructive if not stopped through massive and immediate bailouts. Geithner uses a metaphor—"wall of money"—to describe this. In traditional bank runs, depositors would be afraid their bank could not honor deposits. Banks would put bricks of cash in the windows, a visible "wall of money," to assure lined up customers they needn't worry, that the bank was solvent. Customers, seeing the assurance, would then go home without needing to withdraw their deposit, secure in the knowledge their money was safe. Breaking the back of any panic is a confidence game.

Geithner argues he acquired this philosophical view from his career as a financial-crisis manager in the public sector. He worked on collapses in Mexico, East Asia, and the United States, and his conclusion is that all crises require a wall of money. The downside of such a strategy, Geithner acknowledges, is that it’s very unpopular. No one likes it when bankers get bailed out, but if you don’t do that, depositors will get spooked and reignite a panic. You must put forth a wall of money, with no strings attached, or all is lost.

So that’s his argument.

Geithner also addresses his critics, motivated by what he derisively calls “Old Testament justice.” It may be morally righteous to hang the bankers, he argues, but it’s irresponsible to do this at the cost of allowing a crisis to destroy the lives of millions. He tells an anecdote in the book, about how Bill Clinton pulled him aside and said that he could knife Goldman Sachs’s CEO in a back alley and the populists would be satisfied only for a day.

It’s clear that Geithner doesn’t like his critics, and they don’t like him. Neil Barofsky, the government bailout watchdog, was "untainted" by knowledge of finance. Populists like Elizabeth Warren, former FDIC Chairman Sheila Bair, and even Larry Summers (who comes off as a major foil of Geithner in inter-office spats) could backseat-drive, but they didn’t have a credible workable alternative. "I was sometimes uncharitable about the ‘chicken hawks’ of the crisis,” Geithner writes, who were “the financial equivalent of ardent Iraq War supporters who had never fought in war and had the luxury of distance from the battlefield.” He notes that Summers turned to him one day and said, “You know this stuff is really hard.” Geithner came as close to smirking in prose as possible, as if to wryly note to Summers that "as brilliant as your reputation might be, you’re in my world now."

There are a few glaring problems with how Geithner portrays this debate. First of all, his main foil during the crisis was a fellow technocrat, former International Monetary Fund (IMF) official Simon Johnson, who actually had significant crisis-management experience parachuting into panicked countries and imposing structural reform on their bankers. Johnson became increasingly irate as he saw Geithner diverge from what Geithner himself at the US Treasury and the IMF forced on other countries: conditions. Geithner was hard on oligarchs when they were foreign, but when it was US bankers, well, then the wall of money argument triumphed. In fact, in a paper released in 2013, it was revealed that financial firms with a personal relationship with Geithner himself saw an abnormal 15% bump in share prices when Geithner’s name was floated for Treasury Secretary, and a corresponding though smaller, abnormal decline when his nomination was on the rocks due to his being caught not paying taxes by Senate investigators.

In 2009, Johnson published his essential argument about the US bailouts in an article titled “The Quiet Coup.” Johnson’s argument was political—he portrayed Geithner’s strategy as fundamentally entrenching a political oligarchy. That article put forward the theory that through the bailouts, America’s democratic system was being replaced by rule by financial titans. Geithner has never acknowledged that power was involved in the bailouts; those with power are loath to admit it exists. Critics of Geithner come as close as possible to calling him personally corrupt and have even marshaled the evidence that his cronies did fantastically well.

The second problem with Geithner’s argument is that the reform bill passed in the aftermath, the Dodd-Frank financial-reform law, is inconsistent with the wall of money theory. In the book, Geithner argues that Treasury lacked the legal ability to deal with large failing banks, to put them in a sort of bankruptcy process. Dodd-Frank provides those tools. However, according to Geithner’s wall of money, this doesn’t matter. Either you provide the assurance and everyone gets paid off, or it’s a collapse. If that’s true, why pass Dodd-Frank? Geithner wants it both ways.

The third problem is housing. Economists Amir Sufi and Atif Mian lead the charge in arguing that the Geithner strategy failed to restart the economy because it focused on leverage at the large banks rather than leverage among households, i.e., foreclosures. The shape of the Geithner policy architecture is two-tiered: The financiers recovered; everyone else did not. And the economy, even today, sputters along at just above stall speed because of this. Geithner halfheartedly admits he should have done more here, but then in the book he argues that there was absolutely no more that could be done. It’s a non-apology apology. Even in that, he’s inconsistent.  He said on The Daily Show recently that he supported the judicial modification of mortgage debt for bankrupt homeowners, a pivotal policy, while in his book he says he didn’t think it was “fair” or “economically effective.”

So that’s a rehash: wall of money versus the real economy, or Tim Geithner versus Elizabeth Warren populist school or Simon Johnson technocratic school or however you want to frame it. Yes, there are disagreements on how to run society.

 

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But the book is more than just a set of arguments; it’s also an autobiography of a man. And while I was reading it, I kept getting the feeling I wasn’t learning the full story. I noticed oddities, a kind of set of shimmering ephemera which suggest that there was something the author was holding just out of view of the reader.

Geithner talks about his childhood growing up abroad, with high-powered family members who had advised presidents, and a father who was a senior executive at the Ford Foundation in Southeast Asia in the 1960s and 70s. At that time, the Ford Foundation was a pivotal instrument of US foreign policy, an important vehicle for anti-Communist efforts and heavily integrated into the financial and foreign policy establishment (the head of the foundation even set up an internal committee to organize incoming requests from the CIA). Yet Geithner portrays himself as a largely apolitical and directionless kid, a sort of ordinary person in unusual circumstances, with loving parents. It was an odd way to describe growing up cocooned in the foreign-policy elite. Geithner is far too smart to not have been able to observe what was going on around him, yet he is silent in the book on how he saw power up close at a young age.

At Dartmouth, Geithner portrayed himself an "unexceptional and uninspired student," finding economics dreary and political consulting boring. He didn’t even remember voting in 1980. Yet over Christmas break during his freshman year of college, he notes, he did a short stint as a war photojournalist along the Thai-Cambodian border for the Associated Press. It’s a short piece in the book, meant to describe one Christmas break. But I had to reread it several times, to make sure it was actually in there. I kept thinking, What the hell? Who does that? It’s not that it’s not true; it sounds like it is. But there’s more to this story than “Oh, I was a freshman in college and didn’t like studying, and then I did a stint as a war photographer over Christmas break and decided I didn’t want to be a photographer.” There’s something he’s not saying. He was not just a boring apolitical kid who didn’t notice very much about the world. Such people do not become photojournalists for a week over Christmas in war zones when they are 18.

And then there’s the mystery of how he managed to climb up the career ladder so quickly. He never really explains how this happens. He wasn’t a good student. He notes, as a grad student, that he mostly played pool. “During my orals, when one professor asked which economics journals I read, I replied that I had never read any. Seriously? Yes, seriously. But not long after we returned from our honeymoon in France, Henry Kissinger’s international consulting firm hired me as an Asia analyst; my dean at SAIS had recommended me to Brent Scowcroft, one of Kissinger’s partners.”

I’m sorry, but what? How does this just happen? And it goes on. One day, when Geithner was a junior Treasury civil servant, Treasury Secretary Lloyd Bentsen just called him out of the blue to ask his advice on a matter about which he knew nothing. Why? He doesn’t say—he’s just puzzled. Later on, he advances in Treasury without any real credentials in a department where a law degree or economics PhD is essential. Even Alan Greenspan eventually expressed surprise; he had just assumed Geithner had a doctorate. Power just always seemed to flow to Geithner, and he never says why. He knows why, of course—he’s an exceptional political climber. He just doesn’t say who was grooming him, why he ended up where he ended up, and what he paid to get there. It’s clear he had ideas about how the world should work, but he pretends otherwise.

As the book moved into the guts of his career, the Mexican crisis in the early 1990s, I began to come into contact with events that could actually be fact-checked. In 1994, just after NAFTA was signed, Mexico experienced a massive currency collapse. The roots of the crisis were excessive lending by American banks to Mexico, so the US Treasury–funded bailout helped ensure that Mexico could pay its debts and that US banks had their money returned. Geithner participated in the rescue designed by then Treasury Secretary Bob Rubin. The bailout was deeply unpopular at the time, and Congress refused to fund it. But Rubin found the financing for the wall of money in an old account called the Exchange Stabilization Fund, and the American banks who had lent to Mexico were ultimately paid back. Geithner presents this as a triumph of wisdom over the stupidity and cravenness of a short-sighted Congress and impatient public. Yet as Dean Baker notes, “Mexico had the worst per capita growth of any major country in Latin America in the two decades following” the bailout. It was bad for Mexico, but great for Citigroup.

That’s not the only crisis Geithner misrepresents. There was the East Asian crisis of the late 1990s. Geithner recounts his work saving Thailand, South Korea, and Indonesia from currency speculators and ruin. Geithner again was a calm crisis fighter doing unpopular things too difficult for the public to understand. Geithner, however, doesn’t mention the one country that rejected his advice: Malaysia. This is important because Malaysia pursued a different path, and simply banned speculators from speculating in its currency. And it did fine.

As Joseph Stiglitz, the former World Bank chief economist, helpfully put it, "IMF boosters suggest that the recession's end is a testament to the effectiveness of the agency's policies. Nonsense. Every recession eventually ends. All the IMF did was to make East Asia's recessions deeper, longer, and harder.” The example of Malaysia proves the point. But for Geithner, Malaysia does not even exist. He cannot and will not engage where his narrative fails.

There's another serious omission about this period in Geithner's career: his time as a Treasury lobbyist. As documents unearthed by financial analyst Josh Rosner show, in the late 1990s, Geithner, Summers, and Rubin lobbied for World Trade Organization rules forcing the liberalization of financial services across borders, at the behest of large bank CEOs. This matters because the entire book is about Geithner's reflections on financial crises, and one of the central causes of these crises was 'hot money.' “Globalization had unleashed enormous sums of ‘hot money’ that could instantaneously flow across borders,” he warns, “while the aspects of human psychology that had helped produce financial booms and crises for centuries remained unchanged."

By presenting globalization as an inherent natural force, and not mentioning his role in crafting the policies that led to hot money flows, he misleads by omission. In other words, Geithner wasn't just a firefighter, but an arsonist. You wouldn’t know this, because Geithner in the book laments free capital flows. But he wasn't lamenting them when it mattered (and the position of the US government's trade representative today is still that hot money is good).

You see the same rhetorical tricks and traps as we move to Geithner’s tenure as president of the New York Federal Reserve, which began in 2003. Much of the discussion of Geithner’s book and his time in office is essentially a rehash of the strategies pursued during the bailouts. As with the hot money flows, Geithner pretends he was part of the solution, not the cause of the problem. But Geithner also played a huge role in the run-up of leverage in the financial system, a role he lies about when discussing his time at the Fed.

Geithner served at the New York Fed until 2008, and this region was the center of the financial universe, the place where profits from the boom were husbanded and collected. The New York Fed regulated Citigroup, a massive systemic risk requiring multiple bailouts and obscure financial supporting arrangements. Thus, lying about his tolerance for this run-up in leverage, and about his distance from the financial industry, is critical in painting a later portrait of a cautious but savvy crisis manager.

While at the Fed, Geithner erects a self-pitying picture of an unfair public who thought he came from Goldman Sachs, noting that, for the record, he never worked for a bank on Wall Street or basked in luxury like tycoons might have. These optics set up Geithner and his whole strategy as misunderstood but ultimately correct and mature. Geithner presents himself as having a standoffish relationship with Wall Street bigwigs. “I rarely socialized with Wall Street executives,” he writes. “As I had warned the board, Carole and I did the minimal amount of Manhattan socializing I thought necessary to do my job properly, including a few awkward birthday celebrations for our modern-day tycoons at various museums in Manhattan.”

Yet as he also recounts, he was recruited to the Fed by billionaire Pete Peterson, his patron was former Goldman Sachs head and then Citigroup chairman Bob Rubin, and it was Citigroup executive Michael Froman who introduced him to Barack Obama. He was even heavily recruited to be Citigroup CEO in 2007. Geithner made the Fed far more Wall Street–friendly, recruiting bank veterans for high-level management positions. He also reorganized the New York Fed Board to include prominent financiers, “including Lehman Brothers CEO Dick Fuld; JPMorgan Chase CEO Jamie Dimon; former Goldman Sachs Chairman Steve Friedman, who was still on the firm’s board of directors; and General Electric CEO Jeff Immelt.” As he put it, “I basically restored the New York Fed board to its historic roots as an elite roster of the local financial establishment.” His former colleague on the Obama economic team Paul Volcker even mocked him for being so close to the big banks. These are not the actions of someone who has a distant relationship with Wall Street power players.

An additional lie is that Geithner was never a Wall Street banker. Technically speaking, the New York Federal Reserve, which Geithner headed up for years, is actually a bank on Wall Street. It is in fact a bank of banks—the bank of banks. It’s why Chuck Prince wanted him for the Citigroup job. And Geithner lived like a power player. He entertained Wall Street bigwigs as part of his work and could get anyone in the world on the phone. The New York Fed isn’t subject to federal-government pay caps, so Geithner was paid $411,200 a year, with a $434,668 severance when he went to Treasury. While this is a low salary for a Wall Street banker, it is a lot of money, especially for a public servant. And it’s an especially large amount of money considering the remarkable perk package, which included, as he notes in his book, coffee served by staff on a silver tray and a car with a chauffeur and sirens to get to work every day. In other words, the reason people thought Geithner came from a bank on Wall Street is because, both in a technical and a cultural sense, he did. Geithner knows the New York Federal Reserve Bank is a bank on Wall Street—a special public-private bank, of course, not an investment bank, but a bank nonetheless. Yet he denies this because it sounds better that way.

There’s more. While president of the New York Fed, Geithner argues, he didn’t take on the subprime crisis because “Ned Gramlich, a Fed governor in Washington, was already leading a process to examine excesses and abuses in the mortgage business serving lower-income Americans. I was impressed by Gramlich’s work, and those issues seemed to be getting a fair amount of attention from the Fed in Washington. I didn’t want us to be like kid soccer players, all swarming around the ball.” Gramlich’s work was so impressive, apparently, that Fed Chair Alan Greenspan blocked him from even bringing it up to the board level for consideration. Geithner is nothing if not an incredibly savvy bureaucratic infighter, so he would have known that Gramlich needed help. Once again, Geithner’s excuse for inaction seems extremely fishy. Gramlich died several years ago, so we can’t know what Geithner really said to him, if anything. But this explanation doesn’t wash.

One of the most remarkable and brazen set of misleading statements is Geithner’s recounting of his speeches while president of the New York Federal Reserve bank, which is how he introduces the beginnings of the financial crisis. As Felix Salmon noted, these speeches are online, and you can check them against what he says in the book. And his recollections in the book are just not consistent with the speeches themselves. He says that in his first speech he tried to push back against complacency, which isn’t really true. He says that in nearly every speech he talked about systemic risk, but again, that’s highly misleading. He did virtually nothing at the New York Fed to head off the crisis. And while he says he was concerned about insufficient capital levels at Citigroup, Sheila Bair says in her book, and more recently told Gretchen Morgenson, that the New York Fed under Geithner was undermining her push for higher capital levels at the Basil Accords.  Only a hearing and threat from Barney Frank to Geithner and the Fed allowed Bair to go ahead. The crisis was creeping up on regulators, but Geithner was fighting against the most basic measures to do anything about it.

Geithner also misleads the reader about the single most important moment of the crisis: when Goldman got bailed out through Federal Reserve loans to AIG. This mattered because it was when the public really began taking over the debts of the financial system, and it’s well documented in the Congressional Oversight Report of June 2010. When AIG was on the verge of going under, exposing every big bank that had bought insurance from them, Geithner had a choice. He could force big banks to share the losses or just bail them out. He chose the bailout. Rather than forcing Goldman and JP Morgan to share in AIG’s loss, to which they were heavily exposed, Geithner took 100 percent of the liability on the New York Fed’s balance sheet. Then, in November of 2008, the Fed bought back underlying securities from Goldman, at par, despite their trading at 50 cents on the dollar. This was a massive funneling of resources to Goldman in particular.

Geithner then argues that Goldman didn’t profit from the AIG bailout, for somewhat obscure technical reasons. But in literally the next paragraph, he says that when you look at the details, Goldman actually did profit. This same inconsistency is evident when he discusses the bonuses resulting from this raw deal, when AIG gave extra cash to the employees who had crashed the company and the economy. By the time these bonuses became a public scandal, Geithner had already become Treasury Secretary.

Geithner offers shifting and inconsistent statements about these bonuses. At Treasury, Geithner says he didn’t want the government to interfere with bonus payments, for fear of scaring the markets. The right time to have imposed executive pay restrictions was when the bailouts themselves happened, but unfortunately, “I had been too consumed with trying to contain the post-Lehman panic to even consider whether we could do anything about executive compensation.” Yet this plainly wasn’t true. Earlier in the book Geithner recalls fighting against Senator Max Baucus during the TARP negotiations. “I didn’t think Congress should mess around with TARP as a way to reform executive compensation,” he said, “not because I approved of the industry’s lavish salaries and bonuses, but because reducing them seemed like a secondary objective in a crisis.” In other words, Geithner first says he sought to preserve bonuses for bailout recipients, and then he says he didn’t.

Geithner makes yet another dubious claim about the economic stimulus, saying he was never an "austerian" when it care to stimulus even though, as Paul Krugman noted at the time, he called the stimulus "sugar." Geithner also says that an $800 billion stimulus was far larger than anyone expected, which is, once again, false. Geithner’s deceptive narrative is so cheap that he uses as evidence in the cause of his own boldness that the stimulus was larger, in absolute terms, than the entire New Deal. Well, considering the economy today is 15 times larger, of course it was. And movies used to cost five cents.

Aside from all the lies and misleading statements, there are many claims that are difficult to verify. Geithner writes that he tried to get haircuts from banks that were counterparties to AIG, but seven out of eight AIG counterparties refused to take anything less than 100 cents on the dollar. Yet Goldman Sachs CEO Lloyd Blankfein said in press reports that he had never even been asked to take haircuts. If you look at the bailout watchdog reports released at the time, it’s clear efforts to get haircuts cannot even fairly be considered halfhearted. Later on, Geithner says his no-haircut strategy was a "no-brainer." He wasn’t trying to save taxpayer money; he was trying to appear like he was trying to save taxpayer money while funneling money to banks.

Geithner also says that as incoming Treasury secretary he recommended that the administration retain Sheila Bair at her position, even though press reports at the time and counter pressure from Congress suggest he was trying to get her fired. He also claims that Bair agreed to guarantee Wachovia’s liabilities after she saw how ruinous her strategy of penalizing shareholders and bondholders at Washington Mutual had been. She had “gotten her glimpse into the abyss, her taste of the burden of fear that Hank, Ben, and I had carried for more than a year.” Bair tells it differently, of course, pointing out that Wachovia and Washington Mutual had different institutional risks and different regulators.

The list of misleading statements goes on and on, and it’s a long book. Dean Baker captured a lot more of them, from misleading statements about a Second Great Depression to the housing crisis run-up to a bad analysis of the first-time home-buyers' tax credit. Recognizing this tsunami of deceit is actually central to recognizing what happened during the bailouts. The bailouts were, simply put, done in bad faith. Geithner was hired to lie, steal, and cheat on behalf of bankers, and he did so. The rival books, the competing stories about what happened, aren’t a philosophical debate over policies anymore than stabbing someone in the back with a knife is an honest airing of disagreements.

 

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So why did Geithner actually release this book? Perhaps he wants to make himself look good. It wouldn’t be the first time for a DC memoir. Or maybe the reason is more prosaic—maybe the book actually helps Tim Geithner make money. Geithner left Treasury and is now the President of Warburg Pincus, a powerful private equity group that buys and sells companies. Geithner has no understanding of this business, but he was hired anyway to run it, or at least appear like he runs it. Why? Sure, he’s a talented guy, but one obvious reason is because of his network of contacts in government and in the banking world. Elites like Geithner trade on their credibility, so he must have his fictionalized version of the crisis in print. If he doesn’t, then officials might eventually listen to the version put out by Elizabeth Warren, Neil Barofsky, and others and tune him out. While Geithner can’t block Elizabeth Warren from telling her story, at least he can throw sand in the umpire’s face.

That isn’t, of course, what he said publicly about his new job.

Geithner told Ezra Klein at Vox that he chose private equity because of ethical concerns: He did not want to go through the revolving door to the banks, he said, and did not want to be involved in companies he had been regulating. Of course, private equity as an industry was actually placed under regulation by none other than Tim Geithner through Dodd-Frank. The industry is heavily dependent on large banks for syndicate financing, so Geithner’s contacts and credibility should come in handy.

Beyond that, one of Warburg’s very first investments with Geithner at the helm was a $100 million infusion of cash into a company called Source, which is a large European asset manager that handles a shadow banking instrument called an exchange-traded fund (ETF). The government recently warned that ETFs may help contribute to the next financial crisis. And amusingly enough, there is a bitter fight between the regulators as to how and whether to regulate these companies, one that Geithner could be swaying behind the scenes (as he did so often with policies he did not like during the crisis). And this is just one example—Warburg owns many companies in the heavily regulated finance space, and I’m sure Geithner can add value to many of them. Already, SEC Chairman Mary Jo White is aggressively fighting to prevent any regulation of these asset managers. White was nominated to be SEC Chairman on January 24, 2013, the day before Geithner left Treasury. Her nomination might have been the last substantive decision he made in government, and it could be profitable for his new employer.

Moreover, the idea that private equity is an ethical industry is a remarkable claim. It is an industry dedicated to financial engineering over creating real value. The government recently came out with its very first analysis of this industry, which is known to most Americans as the place where Mitt Romney somehow got wealthy by laying people off. It turns out that more than half of the private equity funds the SEC examined were engaged in outright violations of laws in their financial dealings (or, more politely, were said to have "material weaknesses of controls"). Private equity funds routinely overstate returns, mislead investors, loot companies they buy, and break the law. Geithner found an industry even scummier than working as an executive at a Too Big to Fail bank and jumped right into it.

This book, in other words, is not an honest account of the crisis. It is simply one more tool for Geithner to use to get what he wants, and if there’s truth in it, that’s just merely because at that moment truth was convenient for Geithner’s ends.

Ultimately, Geithner was a hit man for American democracy—and the middle class that sustained it. Geithner has acknowledged substantial fraud in the crisis, but he won’t even deign to answer why the administration did nothing about the individuals who perpetrated it. He doesn’t discuss distributional questions from the bailout. He sneers at the notion of justice. He argues for "anti-democratic" measures in a financial crisis, including emergency powers for the president similar to those the president has for national security. He won’t really explain why he refused to fight for writing down mortgage debt, or even what his role was in doing so. Geithner even takes time to knock Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s handling of the Great Depression. In other words, Geithner never grapples with any of the political or moral consequences of what he did. It’s just TARP-made money, baby! Or, as I’ve laid out, buckets of lies, misstatements, and omissions. 

Geithner is at heart a grifter, a petty con artist with the right manners and breeding to lie at the top echelons of American finance at a moment when the government and financial services industry needed someone to be the face of their multi-trillion dollar three card monte. He’s going to make his money, now that he’s done living his life of fantastic power after his upbringing of remarkable mysterious privilege. After reading this book and documenting lie after lie after lie, I’m convinced that there’s more here than just a self-serving corrupt official. There’s an entire culture, of figures at Treasury, the Federal Reserve, in the entire Democratic Party elite structure, and in the world of journalism, a culture in which Geithner is seen as some sort of role model.

Americans may not get the reckoning, investigations, and jail time for wrongdoers, including Geithner himself, which they want, at least not now. But they don’t have to buy Geithner’s version of events. Far less important than what kind of regulation is in place is the ethical and cultural question of whether people like Tim Geithner can continue to lie, cheat, and steal at the highest reaches of government. Hopefully, Americans have learned enough from the financial crisis so that the answer will be no.

The task of reclaiming democratic power will involve making work at Geithner’s Treasury a black mark on a resume, an embarrassment and a shameful episode. That has already started. Larry Summers was prevented from becoming the Chairman of the Federal Reserve by progressives on the Senate Banking Committee, including Elizabeth Warren, Jeff Merkley, and Sherrod Brown. This week, the same coalition blocked the appointment of Michael Barr, the architect of Treasury’s housing policies, to an open slot at the Federal Reserve board. The pushback is happening because the Geithner era is increasingly seen as a time of betrayal and lies, not just disagreements over ideas. These people are seen as bad faith cancerous operators who need to be removed from positions of power and influence. Traditionally, Democrats think that the GOP is the party of meanness, of the wealthy, and then wonder why citizens choose to vote for them. But Americans are not stupid, and they saw what Geithner, as the head economic official in a Democratic administration, did. 

As a result, the liberal faction in the Democratic Party is beginning to grapple with what it means to have grifters setting the course for economic strategy. There is now a debate about whether and how to purge this toxic culture. Geithner probably wishes there weren’t, which is one reason he wrote the book. He actually has to try and justify the horror show he put on. Believe it or not, that’s progress. Next time there’s a crisis, if reformers learn anything from this book, it’s to make sure that there are no Geithner types anywhere near the levers of power.

From 2009 to 2010, Matt Stoller worked on the Dodd–Frank Wall Street Reform and Consumer Protection Act as a congressional staffer. Follow him on Twitter.

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Last week Canadians were treated to the news that the Harper government had selected a new Privacy Commissioner, Daniel Therrien. It was a move that deeply concerned privacy advocates. Yesterday, he testified at a House of Commons committee about the kind of commissioner he’d be, and managed to not further deepen that concern. One day down, 2554 to go. Nice one, Dan!

Therrien’s nomination for commissioner alarmed privacy experts and civil liberties groups for a number of reasons. The process was opaque, and the government actually ignored its own selection committee’s recommendation. Therrien has also previously given legal advice to Canada’s spy agencies, leaving him open to potential conflicts of interest. He has no history of working as an advocate for privacy rights, instead working in national security. To boot, the appointment schedule left no acting Privacy Commissioner to officially testify on the government’s C-13 lawful access bill, a piece of legislation that’s been widely criticized as damaging to Canadians’ privacy.

Yesterday, Therrien sided with pretty much everyone except Justice Minister Peter MacKay, telling MPs that C-13 should be split in two, with one law covering cyberbullying and another law covering the other 70-odd pages that expand warrantless police surveillance powers.

Therrien said: “I think I would agree in the end that there needs to be more transparency and I would agree with the Canadian Bar Association that the bill should be divided,” with the troublesome lawful-access provisions coming under independent review.

The Harper government has a long history of conflict with officials who cause trouble with facts, figures, evidence, and inquiry, so it was easy to dismiss this latest appointment as a manoeuvre to nip any kind of that opposition in the bud. As David Murakami Wood, a Canada Research Chair in Surveillance Studies at Queen’s University told me via email:

“They have systematically rubbished or removed any ombudsmen who have criticised them or even just produced factual research which contradicts what they say (like Statistics Canada). The former Privacy Commissioner was a human rights lawyer with a record of standing up for people. Harper's nominee is a career government lawyer with a record of standing up for the government.”

But with yesterday’s hour-long testimony, Therrien attempted to establish himself as a centrist, measured defender of liberty and security, telling MPs “I hope to demonstrate my impartiality through my actions,” would “champion” privacy rights, and would be loyal to Parliament alone.

He defended his record as a career lawyer and advisor for the national security apparatus, saying that "privacy is a fundamental human right, and my career has been about respect for human rights in the application of various government programs affecting liberty and security."

I spoke to Micheal Vonn, Policy Director at the BC Civil Liberties Association, to try to situate Therrien’s appearance today within the larger privacy context in Canada. She argued that while it was “nice to have Therrien on the pile regarding splitting C-13 into two, this position was already well-established and obvious” as the right thing to do. In that sense, taking that position alone doesn’t make him a champion of privacy—it just makes him a sensible person.

Given Therrien’s lack of recognition and experience in the pro-privacy community, Vonn expressed concern over his ability to be a trustworthy Privacy Commissioner from the outset. This is important because Canadians currently find themselves in the middle of a “last-minute cluster fiasco, with a whole raft of important privacy legislation coming along” in the form of bills C-13, S-4, and C-31 as just a few examples, Vonn said. Furthermore, since Therrien’s term will be seven years, he’ll be the lead watchdog for quite some time as Parliament updates Canada’s laws to adapt to digital reality.

The Conservatives will very likely be pushing through their flawed bill C-13 no matter what their own hand-picked privacy expert says. Their dismissal of one effective privacy commissioner just in time to appoint an unknown other, with neither of them officially giving input, is suspiciously convenient at best. At its worst, it’s another sad example of the Harper government’s tendency to classify any and all opposition as illegitimate. When Canadians are presented with an emotionally-charged, deceptive “cyberbullying” bill that promises to impinge on our basic freedoms without ample justification, we’d better hope that we can trust the person in charge of impartially sticking up for us in Parliament. At this crucial moment, not many privacy experts have expressed that trust. This is concerning.

While the new guy tasked with defending our fundamental right to privacy didn’t exactly roll over yesterday, it remains to be seen how he’ll perform in the long run. In light of the very qualified field of candidates he was selected from, the government’s curveball nomination leaves Mr. Therrien with a lot to prove. For the $296,000 salary we’re paying him, Canadians deserve someone not only capable, but wholly dedicated to keeping our privacy rights intact.

@chrismalmo

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