It's 3:00 a.m. This bar doesn't have a name. If you want to enter the bunkerlike building, the man at the door must have seen you there before or someone has to vouch for you. This place couldn't be more discerning about its clientele if it carried a South Beach address and had pretty boys manning velvet ropes out front. But the reasons for tight security here are less abstract than South Beach's elusive code of entry (where clothes and attitude can get you turned away from the doors): This club sells cocaine behind the counter.
Otherwise it's a standard bar, the type you find in Liberty City and Overtown. It's funky and a little faded. One of the bartenders, a robust middle-age woman, is friendly. "First time here?" she asks, then delivers a round of drinks on the house. The bar is well-stocked with brand liquor and beer.
Red discovered this joint earlier this year and thought he had stepped back in time to a Prohibition-era speakeasy. It was a revelation, he says, because this country is at war with itself over drugs, and here's a place where people behave as if détente has been reached. He's right about that. If the street corner where fifteen-year-olds swap plastic Baggies for fistfuls of cash are the frontlines of the battle, then this joint is way behind enemy lines. It's a world not many see. Red, who doesn't snort or smoke (he prefers a strong drink), thinks it shows how established the drug culture has become. To him this place represents an alternative to armed dealers with beepers fouling the stoops of homes where hardworking people are too scared or too tired to shoo them away.
"It just seems so calm in this setting, while the hype in the media makes you feel like anyone doing drugs is a wild animal," he says. That's why he invited along his two friends who are visiting from up north -- Paco, an acid-jazz musician, and James, a computer consultant (not their real names) -- and me to see the place.
As we enter the bar's main room, Red nods toward a table on the left. A man in a rust-orange zoot suit and white Panama hat sits at a table, holding a drink. A small white plate, an orange-handled flour sifter, and a playing card lay in front of him. Nearly everyone present -- a mixture of fifteen to twenty blacks and Hispanics -- are sitting at tables with small plates in front of them. We make our way past a jukebox stuffed with soul and R&B standards by Otis Redding and Marvin Gaye, among others. Behind the jukebox is a billiards room where a scuffed pool table, dusty with chalk, lists slightly to the left. On the walls over our heads are two TV monitors broadcasting images from security cameras outside. The cameras cover both front and rear entrances: safety measures in case of a police raid.
Given our culture's ambivalent attitude toward drugs and the current political blather during the presidential election, this place is suddenly, strangely relevant. George W. Bush has been backed into a corner, forced to make nondenials of youthful cocaine use, which might be considered at odds with tough drug laws he approved as governor of Texas. In September Michael Pollan pointed out an interesting hypocrisy in the New York Times Magazine: While Bush squirms, former Republican presidential candidate Bob Dole stumps for Viagra, a sexual stimulant, in national magazine and TV ads. The social difference between the two drugs is stark; one is legal, one is not. The chemical distinction is less clear, as it can be argued that both are taken with pleasure in mind.
That's a theme New Mexico's Gov. Gary Johnson, a Republican, has been mining lately. He's been calling for legalization of drugs, or at least decriminalization, prompting a flurry of criticism (the state's public safety director resigned) and support (a state judge publicly championed the governor's stance). "I was somebody who smoked marijuana in college," Johnson was quoted by the Associated Press as saying. "I didn't experiment with marijuana; I smoked it. I made a bad choice, but even then it wasn't a choice that I felt should have landed me in jail.... I hate to say it, but most people use drugs responsibly."