IN SEARCH OF THE AMERICAN DRUG LORDS PART 2 of 4
When an American-registered DC9 airliner was caught red-handed, or red-winged, with 5.5 tons of cocaine,
researchers into the murky world of international narcotics smuggling, the number one industry in the world in terms of foreign trades were excited about the prospect that the case would reveal, at long last, the identities of the industrys titans, figures heretofore shrouded in mystery.
In a nation of entrepreneurs whose globe-trotting verve is the envy of the world, it has been a puzzling
oversight that the United States of America officially has no authentic native-born Drug Lords. We seemed to do okay in other areas of organized crime. Our stock swindlers and fraud merchants, for example, are the envy of the underworld. John Gotti could hold his own with any Russian Mobsters. And the Yakuza wasn't kicking sand in anybodys face.
Yet it seems we have neglected to nurture any home-grown American Drug Lords. What does this say to ambitious American youngsters, looking for role models for future careers? Were we fated to import them forever from South America, like we do with junior welterweights?
The hope of course was that at long last we would now learn the names of Drug Lords whose first names weren't "Pablo" or "Juan", that the massive seizure in Ciudad del Carmen, in a remote corner of Mexicos Yucatan, would give American youth role models from their own culture.