The most dangerous place in the country
An annual national survey (reported by CQ Press) this morning named Nevada the most crime-ridden state in the country. The authors of the study report:
"Ranked least favorably among the states was Nevada, followed by Louisiana and South Carolina. Nevada’s murder rate was nearly seven times higher than New Hampshire’s, and the Silver State reported a rape rate of 43 cases per 100,000 people compared to the national average of 30. Nevada also tops the list for robbery rate, with an average 270 reported cases per 100,000 citizens versus the national average of 148."
Does this surprise anyone? Here is a photo that Buffet photographer Sarah Gerke took while out for a stroll on the Strip this weekend. It is a familiar sight.
It seems obvious that Vegas and Reno are the centers for where much of this crime takes place, as about 80% of the rest of Nevada is federal land. Living here and seeing and even being a victim of the crime that takes place in this city daily might in part explain my aversion to Metro using valuable police resources and court time to arrest women for trespassing in Strip hotels and then claiming that this is actively fighting prostitution.
Oh, and I must mention the bogus ticket I got for driving past an orange cone placed dangerously in the middle of a highway off-ramp next to my home. Of course, there were no police near the cone and reversing on an off-ramp would have had me driving over the motorcycle behind me. But when the car in front of me, myself and the motorcyclyst were all waiting for the light to change (what criminals!) at the end of the off-ramp, an officer drove up and gave us all tickets for running a police barricade. Can there be a police barricade without police? A week later, the police sent me an amended ticket telling me that I failed to obey "a traffic control device." Of course, there was no way to obey the authority of the dreaded and ubiquitous orange cone in the middle of a one-way off-ramp. I might add that in Vegas there are orange cones everywhere, strewn in random places, left by gardeners and construction crews or sometimes just blown there by the wind. My court date is March 31.
So, Nevada has outrageous rates for murder, rape and robbery. And I really wish that was the focus of our police instead of catching trespassing alleged hookers, or me standing in front of the judge with an officer off the street to be in court for our discussion of orange cones.
Photo: Sarah Gerke