DRUG WAR IS LOST CAUSE -- LIKE PROHIBITION

Sixteen-year-old Jonathan Kollman had been clean for several months -- a
struggle, but he was hanging in there. Then he ran into this babe in a red
sports car who offered to buy him a fix. For a fragile teenager holding on
by his fingernails, it was one temptation too many. He made the buy and 10
minutes later, he was back in the jaws of the dragon with heroin in his
veins.

But what of the Dragon Lady? Who was this evil temptress? Turns out she
was a cop -- an undercover narcotics officer from the Plano, Texas, police
department who needed an informant. Playing on the kid's vulnerability, she
reintroduced him to his habit, and once he was rehooked, she was able to use
him for a half dozen drug buys.

If you believe the end justifies the means, this little operation would have
to be considered a resounding success -- three dozen people busted for
selling or holding heroin, including Kollman. But a lot of the folks in
Plano are uneasy about this business of using kids as offensive weapons in
the drug war. The boy's parents, for example -- having just waged a titanic
battle to free their son from addiction -- are understandably dismayed that
it was the police who turned him on again.

But for all their trauma, Jonathan Kollman's parents are lucky. Chad
MacDonald Jr.'s mother probably would trade places with them in a second.
When her son's badly damaged young frame was found in an alley south of
downtown Los Angeles last month, it was revealed that he, too, had been
lured into the service of the law. Earlier in the year, the Brea Police
Department in Orange County had captured MacDonald with a half ounce of
methamphetamine, and they apparently saw in him the makings of a useful
snitch.

After MacDonald's arrest in January 1998 on charges of possession of
methamphetamine, the police offered Chad and his mother a deal, and the
pressure must have been intense because they went for it despite the obvious
danger. Rather than treat his addiction, the deal dropped this high school
student unprepared into the boiling pot of cutthroats who populate the
illegal drug trade. Since these guys often are facing 10 or 20 years if
they're caught, they disdain informants -- a fact they underscored by
torturing the kid before killing him and then raping and shooting his
girlfriend and leaving her for dead in the San Gabriel Mountains.

Undoubtedly this is an arrangement that everybody involved wishes they had
to do over again, but the truth is, we're likely to see more of this kind of
thing in the future, not less. Consider the problem from the cops'
viewpoint. You have a bunch of high school kids dealing drugs to one
another in private. How do you break into this closed circle? That's the
intractable nexus of the war on drugs, the thing that has driven our ongoing
assault on the Bill of Rights for more than 80 years. In a drug deal,
there's no complaining witness.

Most other criminals -- the rapist, the robber, the ax murderer -- have
somebody chasing them or have victims or survivors demanding justice. But
when there's nobody to call the cops, the cops have little choice. To break
up what is essentially a private transaction, they inevitably have to resort
to some subterfuge that will trample the Constitution, whether it's turning
your kid into a junkie or splintering your front door without bothering to
knock or forcing you to the pavement because you happen to be a black man in
an expensive car.

It is the nature of the drug war itself that creates this ethical quagmire,
not the perversity of the police. Brea Police Chief William Lentini simply
was trying his best to carry out the impossible task we've handed him.

Our hands are hardly clean on this issue. The latest polls show that 70
percent of the American people think the drug war is a failure -- and that
we should keep at it. As President Clinton has pointed out, doing the same
thing over and over and expecting a different result is the definition of
insanity.

Like a man who has set his hair on fire and is trying to put it out with a
hammer, we will continue to pulverize our principles and devour our young
until the drug war's violence and corruption finally reaches every nook and
cranny of our lives. Only then will we face the fact, as we did with
alcohol Prohibition in 1933, that the problem is not what's in the bottle,
but how we've chosen to deal with it.