Amin is a friend. During the mourning event before the burial of his brother Mehdi, I counted more than thirty dead people around me. Mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles who lost their children to bullets.
And all these people now add another emotion to their eternity of punishment: fear. So this is what despair sets in. And this despair has been fueled by successive governments.
Drug dealers are the best enemies of power. He is your unstoppable means of hiding your failures, an absolute villain who has come to attack the republic. A disease that must be fought.
But the reality is much worse: drug trafficking is a symptom of a broken society. The symptoms, not the disease. Wounds, infected lesions and amputations. It wasn’t the plague that caused it.
This plague, I call it the “Monster”, is a mixture of all the evils that exist in our republic: cronyism, corruption, political and economic decisions taken against the public interest, racism, social injustice… So you expose the criminals. “Mexican” drug dealer.
But did you know, that drug trafficking is schematically divided into five levels, all of which are autonomous from each other: producers (which are eradicated through diplomacy), shippers (which require international agreements), semi-wholesalers (targets of justice police), retailers (confused by field investigations) and temporary workers (
