http://bigblog.dukechronicle.com/wp-content/themes/press

Supervised injection: injecting the facts

23 Jun 2011, Posted by Trevor Thomas in Backpages, 0 Comments


Coupled with the exemption to the Controlled Drugs and Substances Act was a requirement that Insite be subject to a variety of rigorous scientific evaluations upon its opening. This was to demonstrate whether such a controversial facility was actually improving the Downtown Eastside or if it was actually promoting drug use, the chief fear of those opposed to supervised injection. The first several years of studies have yielded many different scientific reports, including more than 30 peer-reviewed articles in some of the world’s most prominent journals, all of which support Insite and validate the success of supervised injection. There has not been a single article or empirically based critique of Insite that shows it to be ineffective or hazardous to public sanctity. It is important that people become familiar with the objective data from examinations and judge them in lieu of outrageous political statements and policy-based lobbying.

I’ll begin with the chief fear mentioned above: does Insite promote drug use? An article published in The American Journal of Public Health shows that it does not. Researchers found that the average Insite user has been injecting for 16 years—in fact, only one participant in the study reported performing their first injection at the facility. These results excellently mirror what I experienced while volunteering. None of the users with whom I spoke had begun injecting at Insite, and only one of the nurses mentioned that she once helped an elderly participant as he injected for the first time. A study in the British Medical Journal produced similar results. By examining the drug use behavior of 871 injection drug users one year prior to and one year after the opening of Insite, the study found that there was no statistically significant increase in the rate of relapse among former users after 2003—it was 17 percent before Insite opened and 20 percent after.

The injection room within Insite contains 12 booths where participants can use whatever drugs they bring to the facility. Each booth has a mirror so the nurses can observe the faces of the participants and look for signs of overdose.

The prevention of overdose death is likely Insite’s most important achievement. A study by the Lancet puts numbers behind this statement: since Insite opened in 2003, it has been found that overdose rate within 500 meters of the site has decreased by 35 percent. Overdoses occurring beyond a 500-meter radius (in the rest of the city) have decreased by 9 percent since the facility began operating. An additional study by the journal PLoS ONE attempted to estimate the number of overdose deaths potentially averted as a result of Insite’s operation. The authors found that 37 percent of the total overdose deaths in the community were prevented by virtue of the facility—there could have been as many as 51 more overdose fatalities in the Downtown Eastside had Insite not been an available option.

The backdrop of all these studies, furthermore, is one exceptional fact about North America’s only SIF: there has never been a fatal overdose at Insite. I was able to witness several overdoses during my time as a volunteer, but during each one, the nurses knew precisely what to do. I recall my first: this middle-aged man had injected a “speedball,” which is slang for an intravenous combination of heroin and cocaine, and he began seizing on his way out of the injection room. The nurses swiftly reacted, giving him oxygen and monitoring his vitals, and the man was eventually resuscitated and moved to the hospital for further observation. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if he had overdosed in an alley or alone in his home, if he had one. Without Insite as a safe option for injection, he may have become one of the 51 potential fatalities mentioned in the PLoS ONE. In the words of a female Insite client, “Dead people are found in their rooms. They are not found at Insite.”

In addition to providing assistance in the situation of an overdose, the staff at Insite also provides addiction counseling and reference to detoxification programs. While many people feared that an injection facility would actually deter drug users from seeking treatment, a study by the New England Journal of Medicine found that Insite users are significantly more likely to enter a detox program than those who do not use the SIF. Just one year after Insite opened, there was a 33 percent increase in the use of detox services, as reported in the journal, Addiction.

One of the most significant contributors to the HIV rate in the Downtown Eastside is syringe sharing. By providing clean needles and other sterile equipment, Insite is positioned to attack the significant HIV statistics representing the Downtown Eastside—and it has done so quite effectively, as described by another article in the Lancet. Researchers found that Insite users are 70 percent less likely to share syringes than injection drug users who do not utilize the facility. A second article in the American Journal of Infectious Diseases examined the syringe sharing of users in the Downtown Eastside and did not find a single instance of used syringe lending of HIV-positive individuals who reported exclusive use of Insite. The journal, Addiction, compiled another study of SIFs in Spain and Insite in Vancouver and found that regular users of SIFs have a 69 percent less chance of sharing syringes, further supporting these results.

One final topic researched at Insite is its cost effectiveness. With the use of conservative estimates in regard to the number of HIV cases and overdose deaths prevented by the SIF, the International Journal of Drug Policy featured an article that concluded that Insite saves about $6 million of governmental revenue every year. In 2008, an article in the Canadian Medical Association Journal found that decreased needle sharing alone would save approximately $14 million over ten years while increased knowledge of safe injection practices and referral to methadone maintenance through Insite saves $18 million. It is clear that, in addition to being the incredibly beneficial to the recovery of the Downtown Eastside, Insite is also an effective and efficient use of public healthcare resources, especially when compared to other methods of dealing with the injection drug epidemic.

This is the second part of a three-part series about supervised injection and Trevor Thomas’ experience at Insite. Part 1 of the series, Supervised injection: “state-sponsored suicide”, gave an overview of Insight and the motivations behind supervised injection and part 3, Supervised Injection: Insight and the Supreme Court, will discuss Insite’s success in the Supreme Court.

Supervised injection: “state-sponsored suicide”

20 Jun 2011, Posted by Trevor Thomas in Backpages, 3 Comments


I was offered drugs three times during my first walk down Hastings. Homeless men with unkempt beards would ask me for cigarettes and then rescue used butts from the sidewalk, hoping that they might have some tobacco left in them. People openly injected and smoked drugs in public–it reached a point where I was beginning to forget that heroin and cocaine are illegal substances. As I tripped over the used syringes that decorated the sidewalks and alleys, I was beginning to witness the reality of “Canada’s poorest postal code.” This was Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside, today was May 10, and this was my first day volunteering at Insite.

Insite is located in a green building on 139 East Hastings StreetInsite is located in a green building on 139 East Hastings Street–the heart of the Downtown Eastside.the heart of the Downtown Eastside.

Insite is North America’s only medically supervised injection facility, located on 139 East Hastings Street in Vancouver, British Columbia. As the name implies, supervised injection facilities (SIFs) are locations where drug users can inject drugs under the direct supervision of nurses with sterile needles and other equipment provided by the facility. Albeit a very controversial method of remedying the impoverished state of the Downtown Eastside, Insite has been paramount in regard to preventing overdose deaths, improving the health of Downtown Eastside residents, and lowering the costs–health, social, and legal–associated with injection drug use.

Supervised injection is working better than any other available healthcare method to help the residents of the Downtown Eastside, but it has been receiving outrageous political criticisms threating to shut it down. Since Stephen Harper and the Conservative Party of Canada took power in 2006, the federal government has been incessantly challenging the site. Prime Minister Stephen Harper has directly voiced his aversion towards the SIF, saying in February of this year, “We, as a government, will not use taxpayers’ money to fund drug use.” This is a particularly absurd statement considering the cost benefits that Insite provides. Pressure from the United States, which represents a vehement ‘War on Drugs’ perspective, has also not helped the situation. Upon the facility’s opening in 2003, the director of the White House Office of National Drug Control Policy called Insite “state-sponsored suicide,” an equally irrational statement if one simply looks at the number of overdose deaths prevented per year because of Insite. Pressure to shut down the facility has never been stronger and more loosely based on anything factual, which brings me to my intentions for this three-part article.

Canadian SIF conflict reached a culmination on May 12, the date of a Supreme Court case held to determine whether Insite will continue to operate legally. The results of this case will not be released until 2012, February at the latest, as inferred by Insite lawyer Monique Pongracic-Speier. While I’ve found that attitudes regarding the future of Insite vary greatly among the Canadians with whom I have spoken, the fact is that many people–especially those living in the U.S.–have never heard of Insite, let alone the idea of supervised injection. Insite represents one of the most important healthcare issues of our generation and is a potential archetype for other cities plagued by similar drug-abuse problems. In fact, overdose has overtaken homicide as the leading cause of premature death in many North American cities, making it likely that supervised injection will be incorporated into the United States healthcare system. Additionally, political pressure from the U.S. has a significant influence on Canadian debates about Insite, especially with respect to the recent Supreme Court case. This only further highlights the contemporary necessity of increased education about supervised injection. Phrases like “state-sponsored suicide” can no longer be used to describe a healthcare method that saves hundreds of lives each year.

A female participant injecting into her jugular.

A New Third World Country: Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside

An extensive study of the Downtown Eastside commissioned by the city found that 77% of the residents in this community make less than $15,000 a year, with more than half of that coming from government transfer payments. The study also concluded that 79% have health problems and 52% use drugs. Downtown Eastside had 4,700 chronic drug users in 2000, only further contributing to its status as the center of an “injection drug epidemic.” The United Nations conducted a survey that uncovered even more shocking data: 70% of residents are reported to have Hepatitis C, and 30% are reported to have HIV. To emphatically reiterate, 30% of Downtown Eastside residents – that’s almost one in every three people – have HIV. This is absolutely unacceptable. In Botswana, 24.8% of the population has HIV; in Lesotho and Swaziland, two other deeply impoverished African countries, 23.6% and 25.9% are reported to have HIV, respectively. If this didn’t sound bad enough, the release of this survey was delayed due to arguments presented by Downtown Eastside advocates, proclaiming that the government was massaging the data, trying to conceal the true disparity of the situation. Nevertheless, the reality is that these statistics rival those of the Third World, and they’re representing one of the oldest districts of one of the richest countries on the planet.

Even more outstanding, however, are the numbers behind overdose deaths in the Downtown Eastside. In the late 1990s, the yearly overdose death toll in this small ten-block-by-five-block area of Vancouver represented almost half of the total number of overdose deaths in the province of British Columbia. There are sources that document overdoses deaths occurring at rates of almost once a day in the Downtown Eastside in the early 2000s. Something had to be done.

And thus came Insite. In 2003, the regional health authority in Vancouver requested an operational exemption of Section 56 of the Controlled Drugs and Substances Act so that they could pilot North America’s first medically supervised injection facility. The request was granted, and Insite was founded. The idea of supervised injection may appear novel, but there have been clinics of this type in other countries for quite some time. In 2009, there were 92 facilities operating in 61 cities around the world, most of which are in Germany, the Netherlands, and Switzerland. The success of these sites was an important factor in the regional health authority’s allowing the legal operation Vancouver’s SIF in 2003. Several years later, Insite has developed into the busiest SIF in the world and is now serving as a template of improvement for the sites that originally helped open it.

This is the first part of a three-part series about supervised injection and Trevor Thomas’ experience at Insite. Part 2 of the series, Supervised Injection: injecting the facts, will discuss the evidence that supports supervised injection and part 3, Supervised Injection: Insite and the Supreme Court, will discuss Insite’s success in the Canadian Supreme Court.

Berlusconi: the original bro

15 Jun 2011, Posted by Chinmayi Sharma in Backpages, 3 Comments


Bro, Brah, Broski, Brosef, Broseidon….Also Known As Prime Minister of Italy. The only political leader to serve longer than him in all of Italy’s history is Mussolini. But that’s just a useless fun fact, of course. He has been known to be friends with Muammar Qaddafi. Just another day in the life.

Here’s the low down. Bunga Bunga–sound familiar? No? Well, if there were ever a reason to turn on the news or read the paper, this would be it.

Italy’s Prime Minister, born in 1936 and now at the ripe age of 76, is notorious for hosting high-class orgies in his multiple-bedroom, disco boasting mansion. He serves as living proof that senior citizens still like to get it on. Unclear of its relation to him, there will be a new Italian porno to be released also titled “Bunga Bunga”–in 3-D.

However, his eccentric taste in pastime activities has led him to Milan. Not for the fashion, unfortunately, but to court (though I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t make a few rounds with models between trial sessions). Italy’s Prime Minister, the face of his country and the political leader of one of the world’s most prominent democracies was accused of having sex with a minor…and paying for it.

Yes, he gave her thousands and thousands of Euros. But he was really just being an altruistic soul after hearing her tragic life story. It wasn’t about the sex at all, apparently. When Ruby Heartstealer (stage name of the belly-dancer) was arrested later for stealing money from a roommate, Berlusconi intervened and ordered for her release. When questioned for this erratic, unprofessional behavior, he merely explained that he thought she was the niece of former Egyptian President Mubarak and did not want to stretch diplomatic relations too taut and risk international tension. She is not his niece. Honest mistake though, I’m sure…

Compared to Hugh Hefner by The New Yorker, Berlusconi doesn’t seem deterred from his lifestyle by petty things like the law. He does as he sees fit and then changes the law to fit his style. In biology, this is called an “induced fit” reaction. In the commonly discussed oxymoron of morality in politics, this is called corruption.

For one, he introduced a law in 2008 that granted him immunity while he was in office from…essentially everything. The courts ruled it was unconstitutional to preclude persecution of a Prime Minister in office–on principle of course because we all know politicians don’t break laws.

When that ploy failed, Berlusconi persevered. If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again, as the proverb goes. Or hire a really good lawyer.

Which he did, and then paid off said lawyer to supply false evidence in his tax fraud trials. Not cause he had anything to hide, surely, but because he didn’t have the time to stand for a long trial being that he does a lot of other Prime Ministerly stuff to help his country and all.

He didn’t get away with it–bummer.

So, now sitting on two pending trials in one of the most inefficient judicial systems in the world with 3.6 million criminal cases and 5.4 million civil cases, Berlusconi took matters into his own hands, as any good leader would.

He decided to try changing the law, again. This time, however, he did so under the guise of judicial reform. He proposed a cap for Italian trials to create a more efficient, fair and manageable court system. This would also get him off the hook for his allegations, but I doubt he advertised the bill with that. He also tried to slip in a piece of legislation for the depenalization of fake account statements.

The world deemed this bill crazy and corrupt, but as of Tuesday, it is being considered in committee, and there are rumors that the bill has the backing of a slim majority in senate. However, one cannot be sure–because Italian politics is volatile, the basis of its discursiveness being the next sex scandal of the Prime Minister. He already has been to trial more than 10 times.

Italy is not in the best condition. Like the rest of the world, it suffers from unemployment, a stagnant economy and a worrisome deficit. Although the numbers may not yet be horrific, they foreshadow an aberrant future. With a Prime Minister unable to lead, a rapidly aging population and a GDP growing slower a corpse’s toenails—it grew on average .25% per year between 2000 and 2010 with only Haiti and Zimbabwe doing worse—Italy is in bad shape.

However, Berlusconi doesn’t let all this bring him down. It’s admirable, really. He has a lot of self confidence–he has been recorded comparing himself to Napoleon, Churchill and Jesus Christ. He also has been noted for his unique sense of humor.

From his electoral ship in 2000, he shared this joke:

A man with AIDS meets his doctor and asks him, “Doctor, what can I do for my illness?” The doctor answers, “Have a mud bath.” The man questions, “But Doc, will that really do me any good?” The doctor responds, “Not really, but you’ll get used to being buried.”

Did I mention his is the longest regime since Mussolini…?

Why do the Italians keep re-electing this man? Not sure, to be honest, but he is charismatic for sure. He makes for interesting news and when one-on-one, he seems to be fun and easygoing. He is also the richest man in Italy and one of the top 25 richest men in the world with an estimated net worth of about $9 billion. He is an entrepreneurial self-made success story who owns Mediaset, comprised of 3 national television channels; Publitalia, the leading Italian advertising and publicity agency; Arnoldo Mondadori, the largest Italian publishing house; his own media group, Fininvest; and the football club, AC Milan.

All the right friends in all the right places.

Berlusconi, giving Italy a bad name since 1994.

We have our fingers crossed for you, Italy.

Just do us a favor and don’t give him the benefit of the doubt in the 2013 election

Summer soundtrack

13 Jun 2011, Posted by Matt Barnett in Backpages, 0 Comments


Whether you’re doing an internship, taking classes back home or singlehandedly saving the world through DukeEngage, summer is synonymous with good music. To help you update your playlist, I’ve broken down the hottest songs of the summer—so far. Compiled from iTunes and Fratmusic.com.

1. Party All Night (Sleep All Day)- Sean Kingston

Sean Kingston’s new song is almost good enough for me to forgive him for “Beautiful Girls” and “Fire Burning.” Fun and danceable (for those fortunate enough to be able to dance well), this song is already something of a summer party anthem.

2. Give Me Everything- Sex Ray Vision Remix- Pitbull, featuring Ne-Yo, Afrojack and Nayer

I liked the original as soon as I heard it. I liked this remix even more.

3. Till the World Ends- Britney Spears, featuring Nicki Minaj and Ke$ha

Nicki Minaj and Ke$ha add a side of awesome to Britney Spears’ new single. The result is a club-ready banger you’re sure to hear through the summer.

4. Party Rock Anthem- LMFAO

The duo who brought us the unforgettable “Shots” is back and going harder than ever with their new song, the title track from their upcoming CD. I’m already excited to dance to this at Shooters II in the fall.

5. Dance in the Dark- Dev

The first time I ever heard this song was when Dev performed it at LDOC this year. I wasn’t sure about it then, but now it’s all over the radio and I’m in love with it.

6. Roll Up- Wiz Khalifa

Wiz does it again. Although I admit I initially wasn’t sure what it meant to “flex,” “stunt” or “front,” this song is definitely one of the biggest songs of the summer.

7. Dirty Dancer- Enrique Iglesias and Usher, featuting Lil Wayne

I’ve really enjoyed Enrique Iglesias’ new music—it’s all dance floor-ready, no remix required. EI cranks out another winner with his new single, “Dirty Dancer.”

Of eagles and flying to new places

13 Jun 2011, Posted by Christine Chen in Backpages, 1 Comments


The hoarse cry of an eagle stops me halfway down the road to work, and I curiously peer into the grove of trees where the bird is hidden. As I walk further an unnamed, long-tailed songbird alights from its perch on the telephone wires. Right outside my workplace two ibises stride calmly across the green, sliding their curved beaks elegantly into the sheath of the red earth.

Ostrich and the City

Ostrich and the City

Being rather practical, I didn’t expect giraffes to be walking in the streets or lions stalking cars when I set out for Nairobi a month ago. It is true, however, that in some areas of Nairobi National Park the hazy outlines of high rises create a quirky backdrop for the ostriches, gazelles, rhinos and the myriad of other creatures grazing on the plains. This handsome fellow to the right was kind enough to pose with the buildings in the background.

And so were these fellows, though they’re not supposed to be in the park:

Misplaced Wildebeests

Meanwhile my mother fretted, forbidding me to go to expat hangouts or places abundant with embassies in case of a terrorist attack. The fact is, however, that I live in a staunchly mzungu (foreigner) part of the city. It is a convenient 20 minute walk to work, past an expatriate paradise of European coffee shops and retail stores, meandering through a myriad of large houses and—to my mother’s consternation—skipping cheerfully past the U.S. embassy, which looks a bit like a prison and has its most important offices underground for fear of an attack.

But I shoved the possible fear away in the back of my mind, determined not to let the bombings of more than a decade ago affect my stay here.

Traffic is notoriously bad in some parts of Nairobi, and the matatus—small, feisty vans that serve as the city’s main public transportation—hurl dangerously down the streets with at least five extra people stuffed into the limited seats. They account for the majority of the traffic accidents in Nairobi.

I finally decided to go on an adventure in one of them, sometime in the second or third week of my stay here. And, it was actually really fun. Sure, you get bounced around. Sure, you’re squished between a man who could use a shower and a woman eating a mandazi. Sure, the guy rounding up the fare tries to keep 50 extra shillings and you have to pointedly ask him for your change.

But this mzungu can procure said change, making the guy smile sheepishly, and then proceed to cross the busy street without even blinking (thank you, street-crossing training in China). A minor triumph.

And of course, the usual litany of crime and warnings to keep your belongings safe, to avoid walking alone at night, to keep your car doors locked in case someone opens the door and grabs your purse, or worse, sit down and rob you blind before forcing you to drive to an abandoned place at gunpoint and taking your car.

Worse-case scenarios. Admonitions to put away your valuables, to be aware. We covered it all during our orientation in the first week. Together, the list sounds terrifying.

But as the man conducting our introduction said, a foreigner’s impression of Nairobi is like the weather here. In the morning, it tends to be cloudy and cold and miserable, prompting you to bring a jumper and an umbrella for protection. You walk quickly to work in the wary haze of groggy consciousness. The buildings are grey and unfriendly.

By late afternoon, however, you’re strolling slowly back home, jacket thrown over your shoulder and sleeves rolled up, the sun shining fiercely in an azure sky with dramatic brushstrokes of white cloud. If you stare at the cornfields in the abandoned lots, it’s like a photographer has fiddled with the focus of the camera. Everything is sharp, clear, vivid.

I nod to the group of local workers passing by, smiling slightly and responding, “Mzouri-sana” to their greetings. Three women, noticing my badge, ask me how to obtain work at my organization. I stop and advise them how to ask. A matatu screeches to a halt beside me, and a guy shouts, “Get on!” I shake my head politely, sliding past it and safely arriving on the other side of the road. My feet drag through the red dust, and my brow creases under a sheen of sweat. Eight hours of work has left me exhausted and I want no more than to collapse in bed—

I stop a moment, and shield my eyes from the sun to trace the circles of a pair of eagles in the cerulean ether.

And I remember, through the fatigue and the lurking caution—it is absolutely incredible that I am here.