SULLIVAN'S STATEMENT TO POLICE

Mayor Befriended Two Addicts, Paid for Drugs

Statement made by Sam Sullivan submitted to Inspector Paul Nadeau,
RCMP May 1, 2006

In my twelve years on City Council, I have been frustrated by the
terrible harm caused to drug addicted individuals and the communities
they live in. Whereas most jurisdictions rely on three pillars of
public policy -- Prevention, Enforcement and Treatment -- I became
convinced that we needed to add a fourth pillar -- Harm Reduction. In
the late 90s, I began to advocate this in Council Chambers.

Although former Mayor Philip Owen initially had reservations, he
eventually came to the same conclusion and the Four Pillars policy was
the result.

I supported Mayor Owen by working hard to convince my NPA Council
colleagues to unanimously approve a Safe Injection Site and the NAOMI
heroin maintenance trial.

Between five and seven years ago, while this new Four Pillars concept
was being discussed, I developed a friendship with two people with
addictions who gave me great insights into the subject.

In the year 2000, a front page article was published detailing how I
gave money to a 20-year-old woman to buy heroin to prevent her from
risking her life and health by prostituting herself to get drug money.

I also disclosed to a journalist writing a feature article about me
that I gave money to a crack cocaine addict.

For five years no one ever questioned the legality of my actions or
worried about the health of my addicted friends.

During the 2005 Election campaign, former Mayor Larry Campbell and his
Vision Vancouver party made these experiences a focus of their
campaign and in particular bombarded the Chinese media with
inflammatory advertisements. Former Mayor Campbell wrote to the
Solicitor General questioning whether I was fit to be Chair of the
Police Board. At that time, my political opponents developed much
concern about the health of these two individuals. Because of the
increased public awareness, the Police Chief had no alternative but to
request that the RCMP investigate these incidents.

Although this caused me great personal distress at the time, the
voters ultimately chose to support me as Mayor and Chair of the Police
Board.

The following describes in detail my interactions with two
individuals, which prompted the review currently being conducted by
the RCMP:

In the late 1990's I met 20-year-old Michele outside of a convenience
store in my eastside neighbourhood. I asked her to leave the area but
noticed she was crying.

She had skin lesions covered by heavy makeup.

She confessed that she was a heroin addict forced to degrade herself
as a prostitute because of her addiction.

She had excelled at sports in high school, had a mother who loved her
desperately, but her stepfather had kicked her out of the house for
smoking marijuana.

She was afraid of her customers but became nauseous and sick when she
tried to quit. I asked her how much money she would need from me per
day to stop putting herself at risk of becoming one of the missing
women she spoke about.

She said $40/day. For the next 3 weeks, I gave her
money.

I loved the fact that my neighbours could go to the convenience store
without harassment and that she could be free of the customers who
terrified her. I tried to get her into detox but she was afraid of the
withdrawals. I convinced her to try methadone but she seemed furtive
and suspicious when she was on it. When she had just a bit of heroin
she was clear and lucid.

I went through a goal setting session with her and I asked her to
visualize what she wanted for her life. She had a very clear vision of
being curled up on her sofa in front of a fireplace with a white fur
throw carpet on a hardwood floor.

After 3 weeks, I really noticed the effect my support was having on my
bank account, and I became resentful that over 90% of my money was
going to support organized crime.

I told her I would not be able to give her any more
money.

I saw her working Kingsway for a while after that and then I never saw
her again.

I often wonder if she ever ended up on that sofa in front of a
fireplace or as an anonymous soul on a pig farm in the suburbs.

One day a couple of years later, I was checking my email at City Hall
and found one from a man named Shawn, a crack cocaine addict who
wanted to raise money for the missing women through a cross-Canada
bike tour. I was impressed with his thoughtfulness and eloquence and
his desire to help others. We agreed to meet at a restaurant, that I
would buy him dinner and then drive him to his west end home. He told
a fascinating story about how he could stay off crack only if he could
ride his bike intensely every day. He had ridden his bike to Alberta
and back but once he stopped riding he would fall back to drug use.
The natural endorphins produced from bike riding were a substitute for
drugs.

I asked him what would prevent him from taking crack.

He replied that if he could drink what millions of Americans used to
drink -- Coca-Cola -- by its original formula with a small amount of
cocaine in it, it might be just enough to prevent him from binging.

He also stated that if he could do what millions of South American
Indians do every day -- chew coca leaves -- it might be enough to
reduce the cravings.

We talked about the mechanics of the cross-country bike trip. In the
middle of the dinner, he started to get fidgety and said he was going
to leave.

I asked him if it had something to do with drugs.

He confirmed it. I wondered if he would have to do something illegal
to get the money for the drugs.

I was also conscious that I had committed to driving him home. I made
a quick decision. I was there to learn.

He had me drive him to near the police station where there was a busy
trade in illegal drugs.

People were smoking crack and shooting up in the open while police
cars drove by. I gave him some money and he disappeared into the crowd.

I saw him weaving back and forth like a pro, searching out an
acceptable dealer.

I lost sight of him. He returned with drugs and showed me a makeshift
crack pipe made from simple materials. He smoked it while seated in my
passenger seat. I drove him home, but part way there he said he wanted
to go back for more. I agreed, but asked him if he could tell me what
he was looking for as he weaved through the crowds.

I parked in what I thought was a better location to see the deal and
gave him the money.

Once again I lost track of him. I drove him home and he spoke about
his lack of food money.

I gave him some cash, hoping that he would use it to subsidize his
bike riding and keep him from the drugs.

I learned a lot from these two wonderful people and what they taught
has helped shape my thinking and City policy.

I am committed to going further in following the path of harm
reduction as a means of helping people like Shawn and Michele and as a
way of reducing the harm to our neighbourhoods caused by drug addiction.