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Lions Roar : January 2017
IRST, NOAH LEVINE took a comb and tried to slit his wrists with it. When that failed to kill him, he smashed his head over and over again into the concrete walls of his cell. Levine was just seventeen years old, but as far as he was concerned he had nothing left to live for. There had only ever been one thing that made him feel connected to this world—the punk rock scene. In its loud, com- bative music he’d found an outlet for his seething rage, and among other troubled young punks he’d found a sense of belonging. Over time, though, he’d forgotten about his dream of anarchy and revolution and traded in his mohawk for a crack pipe. These days all he did was take drugs, steal, lie, and fight, and even the homeless gutter punks with their pet rats shunned him as a junkie. He had reached rock bottom. When Levine woke up in a padded cell, everything hurt. His wrists were raw, his head was bruised and bloody, and he was going through forced withdrawal. For hours, he cried and yelled at the guards, and then he went quiet. Levine had been in juvenile hall many times before, but this was different. For the first time, he saw where he was and didn’t blame anyone else—not the cops or soci- ety, not his teachers or family. He saw that he was the one hurting himself and others and that he was living the consequences. In the cell’s dim fluorescent lighting, death had seemed like the only way out of his suffering. Now he felt like even more of a loser—not only had he failed at life, he’d failed to kill himself. A wary guard roused Levine. “Your dad’s on the phone,” he said. “You can take the call, but I have to go with you.” He was the kid you warned your kids about. Now he offers hope to at-risk youth and people battling addiction. ANDREA MILLER profiles Noah Levine, whose innovative work is based on his view that there’s nothing more radical than the Buddha’s original teachings. Against the Stream The Revolutionary Dharma of Noah Levine PHOTOBYSARITZ.ROGERS F LION’S ROAR | JANUARY 2017 37