Cop in The Hood: My Year Policing Baltimore's Eastern District

Cop in the Hood: My Year Policing Baltimore's Eastern District is a 2008 book written by former Baltimore Police Department police officer Peter Moskos describing a year spent as a police officer in Baltimore's Eastern District. Moskos, a Harvard graduate student raised in a white middle class liberal household describes his first hand experiences with poverty and violent crime in Baltimore's roughest police district which encompassed a virtually all African American ghetto of East Baltimore.

In the book, Moskos argues in favor of reforming the criminal justice system and the legalization of drugs. After Moskos graduated from Harvard, he became a professor at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice where he currently teaches.

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