<p>I agree that public policy lacks consistency and is imperfect. Powerful and monied lobbies wield incredible influence.</p>
<p>When you decide to break the laws and possess and use illicit substances, you risk your future. Many, many employers check for criminal backgrounds.
Professional licensing agencies check for criminal backgrounds. </p>
<p>Here's an interesting testimonial from Evan Sherman (2005). One man's redemption: From $60,000-a-year drug habit to 4.0 GPA. Tribal College, 16.</p>
<p>"What's a white, Jewish man from a middle class, metro Detroit area family doing in a Michigan prison, taking correspondence classes from a tribal college?</p>
<p>I ask myself this every day while staring out my window at razor wire fences. The answer comes more easily as time ticks by. I chose to come here, believe it or not. That's right; no one to blame but me.</p>
<p>When I was 14 years old, I started experimenting with drugs and alcohol. Things quickly went awry. I don't know why I first tried drugs. I had everything a 14-year-old kid could want: loving parents, a pesky little sister, a dog. We were financially comfortable. I was never abused.</p>
<p>One day I decided to try smoking marijuana. Well I tried it almost every day for the next 20 odd years. I plucked 20s from my mother's purse; my grades began to suffer. By 16, I went on to bigger things like cocaine and acid. I tried treatment numerous times but to no avail. I couldn't/wouldn't stay clean or sober.</p>
<p>After 10 years of mentally and financially abusing my family and friends, my parents finally had enough, and with a swift kick in the pants I was out in the street.</p>
<p>By then I knew I had a problem and gave treatment an honest attempt. Things were going good. I got married, had a kid, turned 30. I had a family to support, but more importantly I had a $60,000-a-year drug habit to support.</p>
<p>I had always been a criminal, ever since raiding Mom's purse, so I figured I would go all out. I counterfeited checks and driver's licenses. I could duplicate anything on my computer. I went through hundreds of thousands of dollars like it was water. My drug use went through the roof, and I added heroin to my resume. I just didn't care. I prayed for a quick death, but it never came.</p>
<p>I eventually got caught for bank fraud, fleeing and eluding police officers, and escape from a state work release facility. I was 34, a pitiful Jew, a horrible son, a neglectful husband, and an absent father. The guilt was too much to bear. But I was so sick from withdrawals that I didn't have the strength to tie a bed sheet around my neck and swan dive off the jail balcony. I thank my lucky stars I was so weak back then.</p>
<p>My family sent a rabbi to see me at the county jail. He told me that even if I had to go to prison for a few years, I could still make a life for myself. He knew many people who were once at the jumping off point as I was, but they made a decision to change. These men did their time, came out, and made lives for themselves with promising futures. That was all I needed to hear.</p>
<p>If you pinch your finger and thumb together as tight as you can, there is still a microscopic layer of air between them. That is the amount of hope I had back then, but it was enough to get me started. I made up my mind that no matter what my sentence would be, I would never touch drugs or alcohol again.</p>
<p>I was sentenced to a term of no less than 6 1/2 years and no more than 75 years. I decided I would make a great substance abuse therapist. My parents agreed and told me if I could find a school, they would once again foot the bill.</p>
<p>Michigan's prison system does not allow inmates to use any computers (especially me), televisions, or other state property for a private education. If you want to attend a school, you must do so through the mail and pay for all classes and materials yourself.</p>
<p>I wrote a standard letter and mailed it to approximately 37 2-year and 4-year colleges. I wanted to take substance abuse counseling courses. Only Northwest Indian College (NWIC), a tribal college in Washington, replied. They come up with a curriculum and tailor-made a certificate program just for me.</p>
<p>One assignment for my Native American history course was to spend some time in a Native American community and write a paper on it. When the Native Americans in the prison compound got wind of my assignment, they offered to let me attend their weekly sweat lodge ceremony so I could do my paper.</p>
<p>Now I'm cruising along with a perfect 4.0 GPA. I even learned math after repeatedly failing high school math 20 years ago. The staff is incredible, including my advisor, Lucy Wood Trost, and I feel like I'm actually part of something.</p>
<p>These days I have a rejuvenated spirit, thanks to 12-step programs and religious observance. I have a rejuvenated body due to exercise and diet. But most importantly I have a new, improved mind thanks to NWIC.</p>
<p>When I get my weekly allotment of clean sheets, I don't think twice about it. They go where they belong, on the bed!"</p>