Drug Crazy
How We Got Into This Mess and How We Can Get Out
Drug Crazy - Mission Impossible - Page 151
The cargo manifest, a foot-thick computer printout, lists the contents... 16 cases, parts for automobiles... 847 packages, parts of compact disc player... 5432 packages, basketware & rattan furniture... In most cases, the paperwork reflects the reality. The exceptions are the responsibility of Chief Customs Inspector Wayne Kornmann, but like the other lawmen along the border, Kornmann has no illusions. “We’re able to check about ten to twelve containers per shift,” he says. “We look at less than two percent.”[16]
Sixteen hours after the first dock line coiled down from the foredeck, the Ever Right slips her moorings and eases back into the main channel bound for the open sea. On the broad tarmac of the terminal island wharf, the cargo she left behind is already on the move—over two thousand containers rolling out through the gates on trucks and railroad cars heading north and east. Not a single container was inspected by U.S. Customs. “This ship is from Taiwan,” says the supervisor. “We barely have time to check the cargo coming straight from South America.”
The Ever Right is only one of a dozen ships to come up this channel in the last 24 hours. A dozen more are due tomorrow, and out across the Pacific over a hundred others are making for the port of Los Angeles at this moment. At the great harbors that ring the nation, at Boston, Norfolk, Galveston,
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