“There’s one,” the police sergeant said as we drove through the Tenderloin.
“There’s one of them there.
That guy, see him?”
And another.
Sgt. Kevin Healy was showing me known drug dealers, and they were everywhere — swarming the neighborhood, chatting and smiling.
They didn’t seem to have a care in the world.
That’s because they don’t.
Not in San Francisco.
“It’s almost impossible to get convicted in this city,” said Healy, who works in the Police Department’s narcotics division.
“The message needs to be sent that it’s not OK to be selling drugs.
It’s not allowed anywhere else.
Where else can you walk up to someone you don’t know and purchase crack and heroin?
Is there such a place?”...
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