There are so many sick aspects of the failed drug war, but law enforcement forcing people with a drug arrest to choose between a draconian prison sentence or becoming an informant is one of the most nauseating.
What happens when death is taken off the table? Last week, Missouri's Governor bravely and correctly decided not to execute Kimber Edwards, an autistic man sentenced to death by an all-white jury in 2002 for hiring a hit man to kill his ex-wife.
Gonzalez became a paid informant for the agency's office in Miami. Gonzalez's work was so impressive that he spoke at seminars and conferences, delighting in shaking hands with the head of the Secret Service. But this sly devil of deception had tricks up his sleeve all along.
The Drug Enforcement Agency paid over three quarters of million dollars for information that it could have gotten legally and for free. This money went to an Amtrak employee for confidential information about train passengers.
Shortly before Spokane businessman Doug Carlisle was found murdered in the kitchen of his three story home he told his son, "If I disappear or wake up with bullets in my back, promise me you will let everyone know that James Henrikson did it."
Informers have by now become our first line of defense in our battles with the evildoers, the go-to guys in the never-ending domestic war on terror. This duplicitous landscape of "success" has been illuminated yet again.
While the conduct of a couple of loose-cannon informants can be a headache for the FBI and the butt of jokes, behind the scenes authorities are increasingly concerned about evolving threats from across the ideological spectrum.