The criminals are much more like the police then they’d ever like to admit. If that sounds, or feels, or smells familiar, it’s because it is. They are the hands and arms and backs that hold up a corrupt system, and they do it for their own profit. They are an I-beam in the foundation of drug abuse and violence in Baltimore. It’s the old chicken versus the egg if McDonalds never existed, would people still eat fast food? If the Barksdale crew wasn’t selling drugs, would junkies still find their fix? The answer is, of course, of course, but the fact of the matter is that they are a contributor to a problem.
They act as if the junkie is the only one at fault for being a junkie, and that’s just not true. It’s funny to me as well how hardcore conservative the other dealers get about D’Angelo’s position. The sale can go down without treating a junkie poorly he’s going to buy the drugs one way or another. When a drug addict comes up, clearly looking for a score, D’Angelo treats him with humanity while the other dealers treat him like garbage. D’Angelo gets it (through an assist from the police), and doesn’t see any sort of reason why things have to go on the way they do.
All of this corruption and violence and pain is totally, completely useless. All I can hear, ringing in my ears: “It doesn’t have to be so hard.” The Wire is a show that reinforces that for me. I’m not sure when or where or why this phrase began rattling around my mind, but it’s been beating against my brain like an elevated heartbeat.
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