I Spent 28 Years Arresting Criminals. Rothbard Was Right All Along
The year was 2016. I was deputy commander of a Military Police battalion in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods of the capital of Pará—one of the poorest and most violent states in Brazil. At 3:40 in the morning, the radio broke into an intense exchange of dispatches, unusual for a Wednesday. The operations center gives me the picture: a sequestro relâmpago in progress, the “lightning kidnapping”: criminals take over the victim’s car at a traffic light and force cash withdrawals from ATMs. I head to the scene. It looked like a movie—negotiators, press, ambulances.