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It is, I think, a common misconception that Pablo Escobar was a creature which rose from the depths of big time illegal drug trade. For while it is true, as depicted in this book, that illegal drugs were what made him big, as in fact at the highest point of his criminal career he was one of the world’s richest men, illegal drugs alone would not have made this possible. It was rather the culture of violence, prevalent in Colombian society and where Pablo Escobar was born into and grew up in, which made him what he was.
Violence permeated his world. The country’s two major political factions fought eight civil wars in the 19th century, one of them leaving more than one hundred thousand dead and practically crippled the government. With this, the ordinary people learned to distrust the government and instead found heroes in outlaws and bandits who roamed the countryside defying everything. These ‘bandidos’ became role models and idols of worship to the many powerless, terrorized and oppressed poor.
“Terror became art, a form of psychological warfare with a quasi-religious aesthetic,” wrote the author. Violence is OK, even the gory and sadistic kind. It was in this society where Pablo Escobar grew up.
He started, not as a drug dealer, but as a thief. He robbed banks and anyone who caught his fancy, then went into carnapping, kidnapping for ransom, murder and protection racket. He was ruthless, charismatic and had ambition. Soon he became a local legend, a modern day Robin Hood, murderous but with a social conscience ( perception he nurtured by his well-publicized acts of charity).
This book entertainingly narrates his beginnings, his rise to power, the zenith of his career (when he almost practically brought down the government), his nail-biting, prolonged cat-and-mouse game with the authorities (aided by the US) and his eventual capture, his body riddled with bullets. Even with the most sophisticated tracking devices supplied by American operatives the hunt for him was very difficult because he had tremendous aid and support not only from people under his employ, but from the common people as well.
Fighting illegal drugs while promoting disrespect for the law and a culture of violence and impunity is, I think, a very bad idea. It is like burning a house to kill a mouse hiding in it. Worse, if the whole enterprise is but a pretense because the ones ostensibly fighting the menace are themselves neck-deep into it.
Violence permeated his world. The country’s two major political factions fought eight civil wars in the 19th century, one of them leaving more than one hundred thousand dead and practically crippled the government. With this, the ordinary people learned to distrust the government and instead found heroes in outlaws and bandits who roamed the countryside defying everything. These ‘bandidos’ became role models and idols of worship to the many powerless, terrorized and oppressed poor.
“Terror became art, a form of psychological warfare with a quasi-religious aesthetic,” wrote the author. Violence is OK, even the gory and sadistic kind. It was in this society where Pablo Escobar grew up.
He started, not as a drug dealer, but as a thief. He robbed banks and anyone who caught his fancy, then went into carnapping, kidnapping for ransom, murder and protection racket. He was ruthless, charismatic and had ambition. Soon he became a local legend, a modern day Robin Hood, murderous but with a social conscience ( perception he nurtured by his well-publicized acts of charity).
This book entertainingly narrates his beginnings, his rise to power, the zenith of his career (when he almost practically brought down the government), his nail-biting, prolonged cat-and-mouse game with the authorities (aided by the US) and his eventual capture, his body riddled with bullets. Even with the most sophisticated tracking devices supplied by American operatives the hunt for him was very difficult because he had tremendous aid and support not only from people under his employ, but from the common people as well.
Fighting illegal drugs while promoting disrespect for the law and a culture of violence and impunity is, I think, a very bad idea. It is like burning a house to kill a mouse hiding in it. Worse, if the whole enterprise is but a pretense because the ones ostensibly fighting the menace are themselves neck-deep into it.