Confidential File

Mash Notes and Comments

(Press Release) "Recently, Don Porter saw an elderly lady standing at the curb of a busy street.

"Going up to her, Don said, "Are you going across?"

"The
old lady took his arm and started off. At the other side, the old lady
turned to Don and said, "There you are, my dear, you are quite safe
now. But never be afraid to ask anyone to help you across.'"
(signed) Aleon Bennett, Public Relations, 8273 Sunset Blvd, Hollywood, 46.

-Next time, ask a boy scout, Don. They don't give you all that lip.

"Dear Paul,

"I'm glad there is one real journalist who is not afraid to speak his mind and expose the Beverly Hills petty tyrants.

"You are right about the Beverly Hills police. If they don't find violations, they create them.

"I know from personal experience.

"Before
I became a Californian, I was attempting to park in Beverly Hills. My
car was stopped preparatory to backing into a parking space.

"A motorcycle (three-wheeled) officer pulled up behind my car, preventing me from backing up.

"He greeted me with a surly questions, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I said, 'I'm going to park there,' and started to back into the parking space.

"He
said, 'You foreigners (I had Illinois license plates) think you can
come here and run all over us, but I'm going to teach you a lesson.'

"He then proceeded to give me a ticket for DRIVING BACKWARDS."
(signed) Les Norman, 8770 Shoreman Dr., L.A.

-If you don't like it here, why don't you go backwards where you came from.

Dope Department's Busy in County Jail

A kid from a "good family" came into my office yesterday.

He'd been out of County Jail for a few weeks. But something was gnawing at him.

"How come," he wanted to know, "it's so easy for guys on the inside to get narcotics?"

He
himself landed in jail for possession of marijuana. But it was his
first brush with the law. After two months' dead time, he got probation.

While
he was behind bars, he got something else: an education. He learned
that where there's an addict with a yen — no matter how thick the
walls or how high the bars — there's going to be a source of supply.

The kid recited the ways by which he saw dope smuggled into jail.

The
first instance happened only hours after he was picked up. He hadn't
even been transferred over to County Jail yet. He was  in the hype tank
at City Jail when another prisoner who'd just been booked retched up
four balloons of heroin and shared them with his cellmates.

At County, the kicks ran the gamut: marijuana, pills, hard stuff and inhalers.

"The guy who pushed the cigarette cart around — he's a county employee — brought in the inhalers," the young man told me.

The prisoners would break them open and chew the little Mephentermine-soaked cotton pads. They'd really get high.

In drugstores, the inhalers sell for 59 cents. In cell blocks, the price varies from $1 to $4.

"Marijuana,"
the kid continued. "I saw brought in a couple of times by other
prisoners. Usually in their shoes. Under the soles."

That's an old trick. Dope taped inside of shoes or cached in false heels.

But a method he described of smuggling in heroin was a new one — at least to me:

"A
friend on the outside will cook, say, half a gram of heroin in a
spoonful of water, dip the end of a sock into it until the sock absorbs
it, and then have the family bring in the socks.

"Some prisoners
cut up little squares of cloth from the socks, and peddle them to other
addicts. But they say that won't work if you're in on a narcotics
charge," he added. "They say that the guards soak hypes' clothes in
water."

We talked in detail about the methods the junkies used
to get their stuff into the jail. The kid was extremely articulate and,
apparently, observing.

Never once, he said, did he get any
indication that the guards were involved. But, he added, there were —
from what he could learn — five hype outfits circulating inside the
jail — all kept in the trusties' section.

I told him that a lot
of his information might be of interest to chief jailer Joe Gaalken,
and , asked if he'd be willing to talk to him — especially concerning
the county employee peddling the inhalers.

He would, he said, so I called chief Gaalken and outlined the kid's story.

The chief listened attentively while I spoke. Then he told me, "That kid — he's got good information.

"As
a matter of fact, we nailed the man with the inhalers a couple of weeks
ago. It must have been right after the boy was released.

"But,
unfortunately," he added with a sigh, "we couldn't get the D.A.'s
office to file a complaint. All we could do was fire him."

It
was only days ago that a county prisoner died of an overdose of heroin.
"We busted 20 other prisoners when that happened," Gaalken said. "We
did get seven convictions out of it."

How Do the Junkies Operate?

Then
he detailed the precautions against smuggling taken by the jail. They
were sound precautions. They made sense. And they made me wonder how
any narcotics could possibly get in.

"We have tons of supplies coming in every week," chief Gaalken said. "We just can't open every head of lettuce."

And, considering the desperate ingenuity of the dope addict, I'm afraid that's just about what he'd have to do.