HOW BAD HEROIN POISONS US ALL

Some are dull, wizened junkies. Others are fresh-faced young
customers, flitting like moths to a flame. Still others are shrewd
and seasoned explorers, drawn to the remarkable high from a
painkiller 80 times as potent as morphine. But no matter what brings
them, the unluckiest pay a few bucks for a rapid rush they don't live
long enough to enjoy.

Should the rest of us care that bad choices are leading to dead ends?

Week after week this spring, drug users have been dying by the dozens
in Chicago, Detroit, Philadelphia and more locales after injecting or
snorting heroin laced with the otherwise useful drug fentanyl. Not
that those who shun illicit drugs have paid more than fleeting
attention. Hey, this isn't happening on our blocks.

We should care, though. And not only because even the most broken
spirits, those who live dose to dose, are somebody's children. Consider:

- - The deadly heroin mix confronts each of us with what happens every
day in too many neighborhoods: Eager drug buyers shower revenue on
violent drug gangs that--to protect their turf and to settle their
differences--turn city streets into sluices of blood. Now more of
those buyers, Chicagoans and suburbanites alike, are dying. A drug
that oncologists use to pre-empt cancer patients' pain during
difficult procedures instead is shutting down respiratory
systems--literally snuffing out lives.

- - Federal authorities think they have traced the illicit fentanyl to
labs in Mexico. That's a separate reason for concern: Say what you
will of U.S. drug laws, which some Americans think encourage
distribution of unregulated--and sometimes contaminated--narcotics.
But foreign drug lords shouldn't get away with exporting inordinately
lethal substances into U.S. cities.

- - Heartless as it sounds, drug deaths on this scale have costs that
go beyond loss of life. No one is toting up the huge burdens that
these fentanyl deaths have created for police patrol officers and
investigators, for paramedics, for emergency room staffs, for
toxicologists and pathologists, for public and private programs that
educate and treat addicts. Like deaths from a heat wave or a homicide
spree, these costs get absorbed in municipal and hospital budgets.

- - Drug use that moves from reckless to deadly rips at society's
already thin fabric. The danger isn't as clear-cut as it is with the
drunk driver who speeds past schools. But selfish behavior by people
who've chosen to ignore the risks arguably makes cities less safe.
Like vandals who break windows or squeegee men who hassle drivers,
peddlers and users of deadly heroin stoke fears and menace the peace.

- - Then there's the intangible reason to care about these deaths: Most
of us are the people whom our parents, our teachers and our
trustworthy friends have raised us to be. Maybe we can't stop the
sale of fentanyl-laced heroin. We can, though, applaud the work of
law enforcement and health officials who are laboring frantically to
save lives less fortunate than our own.