I don’t know Matthew De Abaitua’s sci-fi novel The Red Men, but this short film, Dr. Easy, is based on it:
(Hat tip to Boing Boing.)
I don’t know Matthew De Abaitua’s sci-fi novel The Red Men, but this short film, Dr. Easy, is based on it:
(Hat tip to Boing Boing.)
Handle just finished reading William J. Stuntz’s The Collapse of American Criminal Justice which includes this chart of murder rate versus black population percentage:
The friendly professor, Handle explains, spends the first half of the book trying to explain it away, and the second half of the book proposing policies that fly in direct contradiction to it.
Addendum: The Amazon preview did not include the figure, but it did include this table:
Joe Rogan interviews Victor Conte of BALCO fame:
He mentions ESPN’s 9.79 documentary and an old OC Register article.
This nanny-cam footage of a home invasion in Millburn, New Jersey should make your blood boil:
A significant number of criminals report that they feel a sense of accomplishment when they commit a crime:
Let me put that in terms you’ll understand: Think about how you felt when you graduated from college, or when you bought your first house, or when you snagged that promotion you worked so hard for, or when you lost that extra weight, or when you completed that big project. Think about what it did for your self worth. Think about what it did for your mood. Do you have it in your mind? Good.
That’s how this guy felt after beating that defenseless woman bloody in front of her small child.
Now I ask you:
Are you willing to let that into your home unchallenged? When that breaks into your home are you going to assume it just wants your jewelry and DVD player? Or perhaps the medications your recently deceased husband was taking to ease his pain from terminal cancer? Are you going to let them have free reign and hope they don’t hurt the people you love?
When a criminal kicks in your door you do not have the luxury of assuming they’ll go away and leave you unhurt if you just give them what they want. You don’t have the luxury of waiting for 911 or the alarm company to send help.
This Swedish example of Anarcho-Tyranny is just too much:
Yes, that’s a meter maid ticketing burned-out cars.
Vigilante patrols to prevent such vandalism have also led to arrests — of the vigilantes, of course.
This video of the Woolwich terrorist is surreal, as the youth casually apologizes to a camera crew — that our women had to see this — while still covered in blood and holding bloody knives:
“You people will never be safe. Remove your governments. They don’t care about you.”
I can’t imagine things going down quite this way in, say, Texas.
Hundreds of “youths” have set fire to cars and attacked police and rescue services in Stockholm’s suburbs:
“We’ve had around 30 cars set on fire last night, fires that we connect to youth gangs and criminals,” Kjell Lindgren, spokesman for Stockholm police, said on Wednesday.
Yes, the key feature is that they are youths:
The riots appear to have been sparked by the police killing of a 69-year-old man wielding a machete in the suburb of Husby this month, which prompted accusations of police brutality.
I can see why the youths would feel such strong solidarity with a 69-year-old man and would be baffled by police brutality toward him for the simple act of wielding a machete.
So, what are the real issues?
While average living standards are still among the highest in Europe, governments have failed to substantially reduce long-term youth unemployment and poverty, which have affected immigrant communities worst.
Ah, long-term youth unemployment and poverty. Yes, yes, terrible that this youth unemployment is afflicting these immigrant communities:
Some 15 percent of the population is foreign-born, the highest proportion in the Nordic region. Unemployment among those born outside Sweden stands at 16 percent, compared with 6 percent for native Swedes, according to OECD data.
Among 44 industrialized countries, Sweden ranked fourth in the absolute number of asylum seekers, and second relative to its population, according to U.N. figures.
All this despite Sweden’s generous welfare benefits…
This Vice piece on the “war” between Mormons and drug cartels dwells a bit much on the Romney connection, but it is fascinating for any number of reasons:
This is what winning looks like, according to Vice‘s ironically named documentary on Afghanistan:
“Advising” impoverished nations backfires in predictable ways — a lesson we could have easily learned from Vietnam, or from Nationalist China.
Marines arrive at a base to find all the protective barriers sold off as scrap. Fuel, ammunition — anything really — “falls off a truck” on a regular basis. Police and soldiers force local kids to do their manual labor and hold civilians for ransom. And then there are the truly creepy crimes…
Watching the Afghans “fight” also drives home how much they love to pull the trigger with no idea who or what they’re shooting at. It’s no wonder they see small arms as ineffective and demand heavy weapons. Of course, wild shooting means (a) they don’t hit the “enemy”, who might only be our enemy, and (b) they get more ammo from us, and can sell off the spent casings.
Ned Zeman tells a tale of love and madness in the jungle, near San José, Costa Rica:
Rich expats gravitate to a suburban area called Escazú, because that’s where the embassies are and because misery loves company. It was there, in a high-security apartment complex for short-term diplomats, that I first met Ann Bender, Central America’s most captivating accused murderess.
By this point — October 12, 2012 — nearly three years had passed since the strange and bloody death of Ann’s husband, John Felix Bender. John, 44 when he died, was known on Wall Street as the troubled genius who’d quit the billionaire track without explanation in 2000 and retreated to a fortified compound in the Costa Rican jungle. His end came just after midnight on January 8, 2010, in the top-floor bedroom of a circular mansion that looked like something Colonel Kurtz would have imagined in his dreams. John was naked in the bed he shared with Ann, who was then 39. The cause of death was a single pistol shot to the back of the head.
The only witness to the shooting was Ann, who’d spent a dozen years as the yin to John’s yang. Together they’d built the tropical Xanadu that surrounded the mansion: a 5,000-acre wildlife preserve built on and around the highest mountain in the most forbidding rainforest in Costa Rica. They nursed each other through a shared battle with manic depression, and together, thanks to a dicey blend of extreme isolation, mental health challenges, and conflicts with enemies real and imagined, the Benders had apparently gone mad.
On the night in question, Ann was found stroking her dead husband’s hand while saying, “I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t.” She claimed John finally made good on his long history of suicidal behavior. But investigators came to doubt her — partly because of forensic evidence that didn’t appear to match Ann’s story. The day I met her, she was awaiting trial on a murder charge that could put her away for 25 years.
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Ann, during our brief e-mail correspondence — which had been initiated by her brother, who’d contacted me at the suggestion of a reporter I knew in Detroit — told me she was suffering from various physical ailments, among them Lyme disease and a potentially lethal blood clot situated just above her heart. Her afflictions and legal problems had caused her to be, by her own admission, a model of instability. There had been hospitalizations, talk of suicide, and anxious late-night e-mails hinting at dangers and conspiracies.
And then she walked in.
“First question,” she said. “Can I hug you?”
She was a tiny thing — five-three, 105 pounds, but in a sleek, elegant way. Black halter, black skirt, black suede boots; piercing brown eyes and unlined caramel skin; hair pulled back in a shiny ponytail. She displayed only one marker of ill health: an adhesive bandage, located just above her right clavicle, discreetly concealing a catheter that dripped small doses of morphine into her veins, to keep her pain and moods in check. “I’m not stoned,” she said. “Trust me.”
Quelle folie à deux.
Somali pirates hijacked 46 ships in 2009, 47 in 2010, 25 in 2011, 14 in 2012, and none so far in 2013:
[Danish Ambassador Thomas Winkler] said in an interview that prosecuting more than a thousand pirates and transferring a significant number to Somali prisons where conditions are grim appears to be having a preventive effect.
“The number of active pirates is perhaps 3,000,” Winkler said. “So if you put a thousand behind bars, and 300-400 die every year at sea from hunger (or) drowning… you will quickly come down” in numbers.
Hopkins said ships from NATO, the European Union, China, Russia and many other countries have succeeded in disrupting and discouraging Somali pirates but they haven’t given up and still roam a huge part of the Indian Ocean as well as the Red Sea and the Gulf of Aden looking for vessels to hijack.
The last successful hijacking — on May 12, 2012 — was of the MV Smyrni, a Greek-registered oil tanker less than two years old loaded with crude worth tens of millions of dollars that was released after 11 months of negotiations and payment of “a record-breaking ransom nearing $15 million,” Hopkins said.
“In my opinion, it is a poster child for what happens when ship owners don’t employ the best management practices… to prevent your ship from being hijacked,” she said. “They did none of them, and they got exactly what one might expect. They got hijacked and they paid a very heavy price for it.”
Hopkins said that while “not a single ship that has employed armed security has ever been hijacked,” there are also many other security measures that have proven effective including training crew members and posting lookouts.
The only mystery is why it took so long to address the problem.
Tell Me and I Will Forget follows paramedics as they deal with conditions in post-Apartheid South Africa:
(You can watch the whole film on Netflix.)
China has gone through periods of anarchy and state-control, so good farmer qualities — working hard, being thrifty, and planning for the long term — led to success only some of the time:
There was thus a parallel model of selection that favored “big man” qualities: charisma, verbal bombast, physical strength, ability to intimidate, talent for mobilizing gangs of young men…
This point is discussed by Feichtinger et al. (1996) who see Chinese history as a shifting equilibrium between farmers, bandits, and the State: “Farmers who produce a good, bandits who steal this good, and rulers fighting against banditry and taxing farmers.” When the State weakened, as it often did, farmers had to placate bandits as best they could. Banditry may have then surpassed farming as the best way to accumulate wealth, prestige, access to women and, ultimately, reproductive success.
As Bianco (1991) notes:
About ten years ago, a Chinese scholar, invited to spend his holidays in Haute-Provence, was worried: “There aren’t too many bandits there?” As an emigrant settled in France since the revolution, he continued — and to this day continues — to associate the countryside with banditry as a matter of course. For a rich family like his own (otherwise he would not have become a scholar), the obsessive fear of a bandit raid, of being taken away or of extortion was constant. The landowners maintained private militias who could at least stand up to the small gangs, and their sons avoided venturing too far away for fear of being kidnapped. The oldest son especially was the most valued prey because the family would have to rush to pay a high ransom to ensure the continuity of their lineage and appease the spirits of their ancestors.
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On some rail lines of southern China, the train almost never reached its destination without being attacked at least once [by bandits]. In the province of Yunnan, highwaymen controlled most of the roads, stopped and ransomed travelers, and those merchants who persisted in pursuing their occupation, since commercial traffic ended up being choked off or became more selective.
We forget, especially the libertarians among us, how awful things were before the State pacified social relations. It was this pacification that made free and open societies possible. It especially made the market economy possible. Ironically, when the Communists wiped out banditry — something no previous regime had managed to do — they also laid the basis for their country’s future economic takeoff.
Peter Frost looks at what drives people to violence:
I first went to elementary school in a largely English Canadian neighborhood of Scarborough. Schoolyard fights were only occasional, and there was almost always a good reason. My family then moved to a largely Scotch-Irish town in central Ontario. There, the schoolyard fights were a daily occurrence, and they seemed to happen for no reason at all. I eventually found out the reason… something to do with “respect” or rather the lack of it.
We like to think that people everywhere respond to situations more or less as we do. If the response is anger — red boiling anger that can kill — we assume there must be a very good reason. Otherwise, the person wouldn’t be so angry.
Hence the puzzlement over the Boston bombers. What drove them to such an act?
“Normal” is a relative term, and in other societies, such as Algeria, people do kill for apparently trifling reasons, as Frantz Fanon discusses in Les damnés de la Terre:
Very often the magistrates and police officers are stunned by the motives for the murder: a gesture, an allusion, an ambiguous remark, a quarrel over the ownership of an olive tree or an animal that has strayed a few feet. The search for the cause, which is expected to justify and pin down the murder, in some cases a double or triple murder, turns up a hopelessly trivial motive. Hence the frequent impression that the community is hiding the real motives.
Boys in such a society are expected to get in fights, come home with bruises, and play “manly” games that build courage and endurance:
This pattern of behavioral development doesn’t differ completely from my [Peter Frost's] own. The difference is largely one of degree. But there’s also a difference in kind: the violent male as an independent actor who fights for himself and his immediate family. For “normal” boys in Western society, male violence is legitimate only when done under orders for much larger entities: the home team, the police, the country, NATO… Everywhere else, it is evil, criminal, and pathological.
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Male violence has long been viewed differently in different societies. In our own, it is stigmatized, except when done “under orders” by soldiers or the police. Some societies, however, had no police or army until recent times. Every adult male was expected to use violence to defend himself and his family. Yes, you could go to a law court to settle your differences with someone. But even if the court ruled in your favor, the sentence still had to be enforced by you, your brothers, and other male family members. That’s the way things were done. For millennia and millennia.
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Initially, all adult males everywhere had to defend themselves and their families, not by paying taxes but by getting their hands bloody. This situation changed with the rise of the State. In other words, some powerful men became so powerful that they could impose a monopoly on the use of violence. Only they or their underlings could use it. Male violence had been “nationalized” and could be used only if ordered by the State or in narrowly defined situations of self-defense.
In this new pacified environment, the violent male went from hero to zero. He became a criminal and was treated accordingly. Society now favored the peace-loving man who got ahead through work or trade. This process has been described for England and other parts of Western Europe by several academics, like Gregory Clark. With the establishment of strong States toward the end of the Dark Ages, and a subsequent pacification of social relations, the incidence of violence declined steadily. Violent predispositions were steadily removed from the population, either through the actual execution of violent individuals or through their marginalization and lower reproductive success. The meek thus inherited the earth (see previous post).
Or rather a portion of it. In some parts of the earth, particularly remote mountainous areas, State control came very late. These are societies in the earliest stages of pacification. Male violence is a daily reality, which the State can only contain at best. Such is life in Chechnya … and elsewhere.
(Hat tip to Konkvistador.)
A Pakistani bus driver in Dubai went to rape an American woman at knifepoint. She was a US navy sailor on leave, and she knew enough jiu-jitsu to triangle-choke him:
The woman, an off-duty US navy sailor, knocked the knife from his grasp, broke it in two, bit his hand, wrestled him to the ground and put him in a stranglehold between her thighs.
Having beaten him into submission, she left the bus and reported the incident to her commander.
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Police arrested the driver the next day at his home. “He was drunk at the time of arrest,” said the attending officer.
The driver, K?S, 21, from Pakistan, was charged with attempted rape, threatening to kill, assault and consuming alcohol illegally.
He confessed only to the alcohol charge and said he was too drunk on the night to remember what else happened.
She broke the knife in two?