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* All names of patients and opioid users in this book are pseudonyms, and key ele-
ments of their biographies are hybridized with those of other patients and opioid users in
order to protect their identities, which was a condition of their consent to participation in
my research. The same is true for Drs. Pine and Abrams.
specialists, and was open only one day per week. It was staffed by a
vanguard crew of primary care doctors who had gotten certified to pre-
scribe Suboxone because they were committed to bringing new tech-
nologies to indigent patients.
I first saw Charlie in 2009, but the clinic had been founded in 2005,
three years after the US Food and Drug Administration (FDA) approved
buprenorphine for treatment of opioid dependence, by Dr. Abrams, an
internist who had made his name promoting harm reduction and HIV
treatment for heroin-addicted people. Abrams had recruited Dr. Pine, a
buzz-cut, muscular physician, to lead the Suboxone clinic. He looked
like a Marine but spent his free time volunteering in homeless shelters.
Pine gave his personal cell phone number to all patients who were start-
ing Suboxone and encouraged them to call with questions about how to
dose themselves in the first twenty-four hours of treatment. He wel-
comed everyone but did not expect to see so many patients come in
from the suburbs. These new patients commuted to our clinic because
they would not, or could not, pay the $1,000 fee charged by private
doctors near their homes for an initial Suboxone prescription.
None of the staff had predicted that their Suboxone clinic, the first of
its kind in a public New York City hospital, would draw patients from
affluent suburbs in Long Island, Staten Island, and New Jersey. Although
many of these new patients were on Medicaid, and some were unin-
sured, a good number had attended college and had worked as profes-
sionals before their opioid use got in the way. Charlie was an example.
His father paid the rent on his studio apartment in the fashionable East
Village neighborhood of Manhattan, but he was on food stamps and on
Medicaid, having exhausted his unemployment benefits.
Charlie’s sojourn to our public clinic was one sign of a massive shift
in American imagination surrounding addiction.† The ascendant “brain
disease” model of addiction afforded opioid- and heroin-dependent
middle-class white Americans an escape valve from the racialized moral
blame that has historically been attached to narcotics in the US. The
language used to describe addiction changed in accord with this shift to
locating problem drug use in biological causes—in neuroreceptor dys-
regulation or genetics—and away from locating it in the character flaws
† Throughout the book we use the colloquial term addiction and the more neutral
term problem substance use in order to distinguish everyday understandings from the
clinically diagnostic terms substance use disorder and opioid use disorder in order to
highlight how biomedical practitioners and pharmaceutical manufacturers use clinical
language to shift the definition of problem drug use toward that of a biological disease.
The buprenorphine clinic of this New York City hospital was a theater
in which the contradictions and ironies of this system came into view.
Like Charlie, the buprenorphine clinic patients were not only more likely
than traditional public addiction clinic patients to be white but also more
likely to be young and physically healthy. Many had never before needed
health care and were not used to the routines of a large public hospital.
Jennie, a thin blonde woman who arrived at monthly appointments in
form-fitting gym clothes, commuted almost two hours from her house at
the far end of Long Island. The staff chuckled when they saw her name
on the appointment list. “Oh, it’s Jennie. We can take the other patients
first.” She never arrived at her appointed time, but when she did arrive,
she pulled her car into the taxi stand at the hospital entrance and called
the clinic staff from her cell phone. “I’m right downstairs and there’s
nowhere to park. Could you just bring down my script?” None of the
staff ever brought down her prescription. She always ended up parking
at a meter on the crowded city streets nestled between high-rise build-
ings, but not before calling from downstairs. The clinic manager had her
own theory as to why. “She thinks we are dealers. In Long Island, the
dealer hand-delivers the goods to you in a strip mall lot.”
Jennie took her prescribed Suboxone tablets in her own way. Mon-
day through Thursday, before leaving for her office job, she took them
at breakfast, as her doctor instructed. But on Friday she would some-
times skip her dose so that she could “feel something” when she cele-
brated Saturday and Sunday with OxyContin from a dealer. She was
honest with her doctor about it. Her doctor kept prescribing Suboxone,
reasoning that at least Monday through Thursday, Suboxone kept her
safe from overdose and arrest. This fit the rationale behind Suboxone
treatment: reduce the harms of illegal opioid use by prescribing safer,
medical opioids to prevent opioid withdrawal symptoms and reduce the
patient’s use of dangerous street drugs.
Even those most committed to the logic of Suboxone treatment can
have a hard time freeing themselves entirely from older conceptions of
addiction. Jennie’s doctor, for example, was still worried about her
patients’ decision-making. She carefully screened all of her patients for
signs that they were getting pleasure from Suboxone, and she lowered the
dose if they were. She reminded patients to take Suboxone every day at
the same time, “like a vitamin,” and lectured them on the difference
between a medication—designed to prevent withdrawal symptoms—and
a drug that was used for pleasure. Perhaps she worried about the most
common critique of medications for opioid use disorder—that maintain-
ing patients on Suboxone, itself an opioid, was just substituting one addic-
tion for another. Her worry revealed that, while more medicalized than
the prior century of American responses to drug epidemics, buprenor-
phine and other medications for opioid use disorder had not completely
displaced older ideas that narcotics users needed to be disciplined.
The Suboxone clinic was only two floors below the methadone clinic,
in the same hospital, but it rarely got referrals from, or made referrals
to, the methadone clinic. The methadone clinic ran as it had run for
decades: serving primarily African American and Latinx people from
the South Bronx and Lower East Side of Manhattan, along with a hand-
ful of middle-aged, homeless white patients. Patients lined up in one of
two shifts—at 7 a.m. or at 3 p.m.—in front of a medication window
where a nurse watched them drink methadone from a cup and checked
their mouths to ensure that they were not “cheeking” the medication
for resale on the streets. After the line thinned and the medication win-
dow closed, patients gathered in group therapy rooms. The methadone
clinic ethos was communal; it lacked the trappings of patient privacy.
I knew that private-office buprenorphine represented an important
new development as an alternative to methadone clinics. When I was in
medical school, my professors had run an early clinical trial of buprenor-
phine for opioid addiction; this was in the late 1990s, before it was
approved by the FDA for addiction treatment and received the com-
mercial name of Suboxone. These professors were excited by buprenor-
phine’s promise to “change the culture of medicine”: to have addiction
finally recognized as a chronic, physiological disease, similar to diabe-
tes, asthma, or hypertension and treated in the same way—with long-
term medications—and in the same places, primary care clinics. They
were eager to find alternatives to methadone. Methadone clinics were
so stigmatized that they were often located a bus or train ride away
from their parent hospital, in run-down neighborhoods whose residents
were not organized enough to protest them. Methadone clinics were
regulated by the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA), required
daily observed dosing, and had such restrictive hours that at times
patients had to choose between methadone and a job. Affluent white
patients usually refused to be seen at a methadone clinic, and most poor,
rural, white patients lived hundreds of miles from one.
• • •
The golf resort’s largest lecture hall was filled to capacity with addiction
specialists attending the annual meeting of the College on Problems of
risk” for addiction and overdose from prescribed opioids were the key
not only to pharmaceutical company strategy but also to the demo-
graphics of overdose. While the Purdue Pharmaceuticals researcher at
this conference encouraged physicians to begin screening their patients
for risk of addiction, his company had in fact employed many screens in
their marketing since OxyContin’s 1996 FDA approval for pain. These
screens involved the geographic targeting of white neighborhoods and
coded drug representative language about prescribing to “trustworthy”
and “legitimate” patients among American physicians who had been
shown to attribute lower addiction risk to white patients and to attribute
higher tolerance for pain, and thus less need of pain relief, to Black
patients.3 The success of blockbuster drugs such as OxyContin and
analogous new opioids such as Opana and Roxicodone, followed by
the success of blockbuster formulations of buprenorphine such as Sub-
oxone for treatment of opioid dependence, hinged on appealing to long-
standing race-based popular, professional, and political conflations of
biology with morality, as well as to race-based distinctions between the
need for medical treatment versus punishment.
When I started observing the buprenorphine clinic of my hospital, I
did not know that I was seeing a pharmaceutical response to what the
national press called the “new face of addiction.” I did not know that the
opioid buprenorphine, sold as Suboxone, was especially designed and
marketed as a white treatment for dependence on another white drug,
OxyContin. OxyContin’s manufacturer finessed traditional federal
restrictions on opioids; its marketing targeted suburban and rural pri-
mary care physicians—those with a white patient population—leading
them to prescribe it for an unprecedented range of conditions beyond the
severe postsurgical and cancer pain to which opioids had long been
restricted. The manufacturer promoted new indications for OxyContin
including lower back pain, contributing to a tripling of prescription opi-
oid sales within the first decade after OxyContin’s FDA approval as a
less addictive opioid formulation appropriate for “moderate pain.”4
It turns out that racial patterns of access to opioid pain relievers, and
to pharmaceutical treatments for addiction to them, are not uninten-
tionally caused health disparities. Rather, they are produced by inten-
tional racialization, not only of drug policy, but of the drugs themselves.
I could not have predicted then how interesting OxyContin and Sub-
oxone would become from the standpoint of drug development, drug
policy, and race—that chemically and symbolically forged within the
American cultural politics of narcotics, OxyContin and Suboxone were
a food industry mogul, she felt survivor guilt when video group mem-
bers talked of serving time for drug charges and seeing roommates mur-
dered in their homeless shelters. She paid their legal bills and overdue
rent; she brought enormous platters of food to our video shoots as she
nibbled quietly on salad. A short-statured woman standing under four
feet tall, she had grown up among wealthy white people who put a pre-
mium on thinness. She was terrified of becoming fat on top of being
short. For years she struggled with using stimulants to keep thin, even
though they gave her high blood pressure. Ultimately, she convinced a
private psychiatrist on the wealthy Upper East Side of Manhattan to
prescribe her stimulants for an adult ADHD diagnosis.
A month later she was found in the back of a taxicab, slumped over
from a massive stroke. Julia was a casualty of the double-edged “privi-
lege” of access to narcotics in the private, legal, yet treacherous white
pharmaceutical market. At her memorial in the clinic, we screened a
short film that we had made from the rare footage that, without her
noticing, we got of her during shoots where she always worked behind
the camera. There was not a dry eye among the fifty-plus current and
former drug users in the room, who reminded each other that Julia had,
in the end, gotten her wish: to die “young and beautiful.” And I won-
dered what would have happened if her upscale psychiatrist had helped
her to see how much she meant to us, and to see that she did not need a
prescription, or to be thin.
There are other ways that drugs and race are personal for me. I grew
up in a middle-class Black household in the 1970s and 1980s, first in
Oakland, California, and later in Berkeley near the university campus.
Race and drugs hovered beneath the surface of our family dynamics and
of local politics. I saw the vestiges of the hippie movement when some
of my white classmates’ parents smoked marijuana in public. In high
school, the parents of white students encouraged them to try marijuana
and other drugs as a route to self-discovery.
At home with my single mother, my maternal grandparents, and my
younger brother, we knew that only white people could do such things.
My mother was the embodiment of Black middle-class respectability;
she insisted on clean, ironed clothing that fully covered the body. She
spoke with perfect grammar and was nauseated by the smell of mari-
juana and other drugs. She studied child psychology and eventually took
a job in the county’s child protective services, where she saw hundreds
of poor Black and Latinx children sent to foster care when their mothers
tested positive for drugs, against her professional advice. Over and over
again she told judges that child attachment theory directed them to give
extended families, if not birth parents, the financial and social support
they needed to keep custody. But instead, the institutional incentives of
the foster care system were to take children away from mothers of color
and to pay foster parents—most often white people living in rural or
suburban white areas—to care for them. Although she was a psycholo-
gist, my mother did not see child removal as the result of parents’ psy-
chological problems. She saw the need for socioeconomic stabilization
of Black and Brown families and neighborhoods that had been deci-
mated by the outsourcing of members to jails and prisons on drug-
related charges. As if that decimation were not enough, my mother
observed, drug and sex traffickers preyed on Black and Latinx foster
children who had no kin to protect them as they aged out of the foster
system. These children did not have the institutional shield of Whiteness
in agencies charged with determining their “appropriate” care.
And then, there was the matter of my uncles. My mother’s brothers
all came of age in the 1960s, a turbulent time for young Black men in
Oakland. My uncles found themselves in the middle of Black Power and
civil rights movements, and also in new drug markets targeting unem-
ployed Black youth, followed by the launch of the War on Drugs. My
grandparents and I knew that at any moment a police cruiser could pull
up in front of our house, looking for my uncles James, Bubsie, or Billy.
More than once my grandparents got late-night calls from the precinct
where my uncles were jailed on drug charges. And Bubsie, who suc-
cumbed to psychosis during drug-induced confrontations with police,
died in the state mental hospital to which he was mandated after biting
off someone’s earlobe.
My coming of age was marked by race and by drugs. I was the prod-
uct of my mother’s short-lived marriage to a Norwegian man who
returned to Norway without her after two years as a UC Berkeley stu-
dent at the end of the 1960s. Although I knew that the one-drop rule,
written into US law a century ago and still an American cultural prac-
tice, defined me as Black, I was also aware from an early age that White-
ness is relative. My mother lied about our address to get me into the
predominantly white “high-performing” public primary schools out-
side of our residential district. I saw my teachers bristle when my dark-
skinned mother attended parent-teacher night, a dark fleck against a sea
of white parents. My teachers relaxed around my less threatening light-
brown freckled face and the perfect grammar that my mother taught
me. I learned to weave my way in and out of places that were too white
It’s not that religion is protective, it’s that Black life expectancy has been a
decade lower for half a century. The classic quote from the 1990s is that a
Black man in Harlem has lower life expectancy than a man in Bangladesh.
What we see in unemployed whites now happened to Blacks forty years ago.
Postwar gains in working-class standards of living were lost decades earlier
among Blacks, who were last hired and first fired in manufacturing, excluded
from segregated unions. What about heroin injection–related HIV epidemics
and drug war policies driving mass incarceration that wiped out a generation
of Black and Latinx people over the past three decades? What about the cur-
rent statistic that Black men are now experiencing the fastest increase in
opioid overdoses? What kinds of data do we need to explain this?
I was met with silence. The “deaths of despair” discourse that the
panel employed was geared to whites, not Blacks, and could not absorb
the realities of the earlier, Black epidemic of heroin that had been repre-
sented in 1970s US media as a crisis of crime, rather than a crisis of
public health. The concept of “deaths of despair” was spearheaded by
Princeton economists Anne Case and Angus Deaton, who published a
widely cited article just before the 2016 presidential election reporting
that the life expectancy of US whites had fallen by five years over the
past two decades, while the life expectancy of every other ethnic/racial
group—except Native Americans—had risen. They found that the pri-
mary cause of premature white death was drug overdose, followed by
cirrhosis of the liver and suicide, and they pointed to chronic unemploy-
ment among blue-collar whites in the Rust Belt of former manufacturing
and mining towns across the midwestern US as a cause.17 Their conten-
tion that community-wide unemployment led to disintegration of social
networks and thus to opioid use and overdose was supported by socio-
logical studies finding community-level correlations of high overdose
rates with low levels of social connectedness.18 This argument made
sense to me, having witnessed so many people come to my hospital for
addiction treatment who had long been unemployed, disconnected from
the formal economy and from sober people. But their humanizing, soci-
oeconomic argument contrasted with demonizing media images of
addiction prior to the opioid crisis: of criminal, menacing “junkies” of
1960s-’70s Black and Latinx inner cities that had fed white anxiety and
flight from cities to the suburbs, and of violent drug-dealing “super-
predators” and oversexed “crackheads” in those same neighborhoods
from the 1980s-’90s that had led to mandatory-minimum drug sentenc-
ing and the acceleration of racially targeted mass incarceration.19 The
major distinction of the opioid crisis from prior narcotic epidemics was
the perceived Whiteness of contemporary opioid use.
The deaths-of-despair socioeconomic explanation for the (white)
opioid crisis peacefully coexisted at this NIH meeting with what might
have been a competing frame: that of neuroreceptor-level biological vul-
nerability. NIH director Francis Collins convened our meeting by
reviewing the priority that the NIH gave technological breakthroughs
such as injectable buprenorphine, now formulated as six-month-release
probuphine, which had emerged from an NIH collaboration with a pri-
vate biotech firm. He cited the President’s Opioid Commission Report
of November 2017, which advised that “the NIH begin work immedi-
ately with the pharmaceutical industry to develop novel technologies.”20
His agency fostered public-private partnerships and met with pharma-
ceutical industry leaders to define scientific opportunities. The main
goal, from Collins’s point of view, was to “enhance the range of medical
options to treat addiction and prevent overdose,” and our job at this
meeting was to help develop “precision medicine” by finding the “psy-
chosocial components to improve the effectiveness of MAT (Medication
Assisted Treatment) [and] predict which individuals will respond.”21
Yet the apparent contrast between the deaths-of-despair explanation
for the opioid crisis and the brain disease explanation for opioid deaths
belied that the two operated with parallel ideologies of Whiteness. On
one hand, in addition to gesturing toward a nostalgia for an American
industrial past in which the white working class shared the fruits of the
racial hierarchy with white elites, the fact that “deaths of despair” were
visible among white but not Black opioid users signaled that despair
was a racially coded way of humanizing addiction, of placing blame for
addiction outside of the affected individual. As we detail in this book,
the racial coding of despair is apparent in the ways people with opioid
use disorder are represented in the media and in historical and geo-
graphical comparisons of drug policies by race and class.
On the other hand, the very idea of individual biological vulnerabil-
ity to substance use disorders is racialized, implicitly, in brain disease
models of addiction. Locating addiction in molecular interactions in the
brain abstracts it from the social identity, neighborhood conditions,
institutional resources, and regional drug policies of the affected person.
Then, in the US, the abstract, universal, standard human of clinical
studies has been imagined to be the proverbial “70 kg white male.”22
White men have long been the normative patients, the unmarked
humans, and other humans (such as nonwhite people, women, or non-
binary people) have had marked status as variants in the symbolic hier-
archy. As we detail in this book, the chronic brain disease model of
addiction widely adopted by researchers and federal agencies, including
the NIH, in the 1990s and 2000s was pivotal in changing the racial
associations that government regulators and clinical practitioners made
with consumers of opioids, with their risks of addiction, and with their
medical need for treatment as opposed to legal intervention. Whiteness
is the key to decoding shifts in drug regulation, drug policy, and clinical
standards of addiction treatment at the turn of the twenty-first century.