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Once, I met a friend in a bar, in Rio de Janeiro, and he invited me to smoke a joint. We were supposed to smoke in my car, driving around, but my friend suggested we walk to the end of the street instead, next to the beach. It was late at night and there was nobody around, so I saw no danger in it. We stood by the corner and my friend lit the joint. We were smoking when suddenly the cops came driving up in an old VW Beetle. My friend threw the joint away, inside a garden by the sidewalk. The cops stopped their car and came at us with a flash light. While one cop asked questions, the other searched the garden and found the joint. They handcuffed us and put us in the Beetle's back sear. Then the cops started driving around, scaring us, saying that we would be taken to the next police department to be locked in a filthy jail, full of criminals. We would probably get tortured. We, two white middle class kids, would be certainly beaten and raped by HIV+ inmates. After that, we would be tried and sentenced to six months in a state prison, sharing a small room with murders and psychopaths.
At that point we were both shaking. I begged for mercy and told those cops that we were good guys, and pot was not a big deal. Our lives should not be destroyed just because of a joint. The officer then said that pot would make me a fag, an impotent, a dumb ass... He said that I should have my life destroyed, get kicked on my balls, on my head and get raped in jail, because, smoking pot, I was just asking for it . When my friend started crying, the cop turned back and punched him in the face. We shut up. After a long silence, I said that we could find a better way to solve our problem, a way in which we all could get satisfied. I told the cops that, by screwing us up, they would get nothing. So the cop asked how much we had in our pockets. Me and my friend had about US$ 100.00. So, the pig said that that amount was not enough to make him happy. But I told him that I could get more, he could call my father. He accepted the deal and we stopped at a public phone next to my home. They called my father and asked for US$ 2,000.00. My father had only US$ 1,000.00 in cash, but the cop said that he could give a check for the rest, but also said that, if the check was bad, he would come back and kill me the next day. My father came totally pissed off, paid the cops, and we were released.
Moral of this story: Brazilian police are really nasty, corrupted and criminal. The Brazilian drug laws and justice system are also rotten, medieval and inhumane. In Brazil, pot is illegal because it feeds an entire industry of corruption. The successful drug lords here work for cops and politicians, the same ones who create and enforce our stupid laws. They do not want to legalize pot because it would destroy their profitable business of selling and busting drugs. Also, this criminalization allows them to sell the worst pot in the world, for an expensive price. A pot grower in Brazil, if busted, can get 12 years in jail and their property gets confiscated. Pot smokers in this country live under real terror and fear.