There are no doubt many commuting academics for whom long waits and uncomfortable train journeys are a way of life. But sociologist Jeff Ferrellâs unauthorised trips on American freight trains certainly put crowded metropolitan railways into some perspective.
Much of Ferrellâs new book, Drift: Illicit Mobility and Uncertain Knowledge, describes the period he spent hanging out with a âgutter punkâ he calls Zeke and âhis group of train-hopping comradesâ known as the âSlow Drunk Krewâ. The professor of sociology at Texas Christian University and visiting professor of criminology at the University of Kent is now 63 and suffers from âa wrecked right ankle and aging kneesâ. Nevertheless, Zeke agrees to let him come train hopping with him, partly on the basis of âa big bicycle sprocketâ tattoo that Ferrell has on his right arm, which establishes his credibility as an âoldâschool bike punkâ.
After grabbing a few provisions, Ferrell and Zeke sneak up to the train yard and wait in a âlong cement corridorâ for the chance to âcatch outâ. This is a pretty risky activity. Ferrell recalls an earlier occasion âwhen the momentum of a slow-moving train all but pulled me under it as I grabbed a passing ladderâ, as well as an earlier writerâs reference to the âmany amputation and decapitation stories about people trying to âcatch out on the flyââ. Given his age and physical condition, he has therefore âpromised myself and others: only stationary trains on this tripâ.
Once they manage to board a train, Ferrell and Zeke âdrop down into a little sunken space at the back of the carâŠso as to avoid being seen by the rail-yard workersâ. The pair become âtwo small bodies riding a massive machine, whose tons of weight and power stretch out from us half a mile in either direction. On the other hand weâre confined to a little metal box barely big enough for the two of us â and more to the point, weâll stay confined there for as many hours as it takes until this train decides to stopâŠThe only thing to do is to kill your ego and roll with the ride.â
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On another occasion, Ferrell decides to try to catch out on his own. He hunkers down in âa tangle of underbrushâ and, afraid that he might have been spotted, âtake[s] a tangle of small leafy limbs and shoots and fashion[s] it around some branches, creating a little blind in which to hideâ. Unfortunately, the foliage turns out to be poison ivy.

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Drift is a book with a bold central thesis: namely, that millions of peopleâs lives are now dominated by âpervasive dislocationâ, something that Ferrell flags up as âa new and immediate problem of astounding magnitudeâ. Characterised by a sense of precarity and rootlessness, âdrift is the consequence and condition of late modernity, the price to be paid for the predations of neoliberal social policy, global social inequality, and high-speed social changeâ. It is also, he adds, very much an issue within American higher education, where âa part-time university instructor has more in common with the contract janitors that clean university buildings than she does with the few remaining tenured professorsâ.
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There is a sense in which train hoppers are the ultimate drifters. But rather than study them through conventional methods, Ferrellâs urge is to âdo research as independently and immersively as possible and with as few resources as I can manageâ. That can lead him into some tight spots: as well as his adventures in dark rail yards, his book describes âdodging deep holes in an abandoned flour mill frequented by Denverâs down-and-outâ and âpicking my way through demolished buildings as an urban scroungerâ. But this dramatically unorthodox approach to research reflects his doubts about much âmainstreamâ social science â and chimes with his politics, which âtend towards anarchism and resistanceâ, leading him to âsympathise with those on the margins: folks who are criminalised or ostracised in some way. I am fascinated by how their worlds work and how they engage in platforms of resistance.â This interest, he adds, arises out of an âearly family humanismâ: his father was a civil rights activist and his mother was the first teacher to integrate African American pupils in the town where they lived.
Ferrellâs research methods, he admits, also relate to the kind of life he finds attractive. Although he still does a lot of teaching and believes that it is important to help students think critically, he stresses that âin terms of existential comfort, my preferred community would be the drifting community of those on the margins and not the bureaucratically stabilised community of employeesâŠI would always choose to be out on the streets with the train hoppers and the graffiti artists rather than in the sedentary world of institutions.â He also finds it âenergisingâ to âtraverse the space between academia and marginal subculturesâ.
Such perspectives are very evident in Ferrellâs previous publications. He describes his 2001 book Tearing Down the Streets: Adventures in Urban AnarchyÌęas a chronicle of 10 years spent âexploring urban conflicts by riding with radical bicyclists and playing music with buskers, going to pirate radio stationsâ. Even more striking is Empire of Scrounge: Inside the Urban Underground of Dumpster Diving, Trash Picking and Street Scavenging, published in 2005, after Ferrell resigned from a tenured professorship and âlived a little over a year without an academic position from trash pickingâ (plus his wifeâs minimum-wage job). He still dumpster dives âon a daily basis, as an act of anarchist self-determination, to get much-needed goods and supplies to homeless shelters and food banks â and, to be honest, [as a counterbalance] to offices and classrooms. The streets are an entirely different place, and I know them pretty well. I enjoy the skill and adventure of an alternative life.â

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One of the lessons that Ferrell learned from dumpster diving was that âtrash is not trash: itâs clothing that has gone out of style, tools which have a chip in them, home appliances that can be fixed with a little bit of tape. I got everything out of the dumpsters: clothing, home supplies, deodorants, soap, shampoo, on and on. You soon realise just how wasteful a consumer society is. Most everything in my home at this point was found in the trash and is far better quality than I could ever afford.â
But while noting that âthe trash of the wealthy is a notch or two above the best the middle class can doâ, he confides that there is a trade-off for those âdumpster diving in the nicer neighbourhoodsâ between âbetter quality findsâ and âmore police harassmentâ. He has often been chased and, on one occasion, was arrested, had to appear in court and received a yearâs probation. He has also been given âa felony trespass warning from a medical campus I didnât even know I was on. Iâm now banned from that area legally.â
Putting up with such inconveniences and occasional dangers is very much an ethical issue for Ferrell. Although honest about his research purposes with the people he lives among, he has taken âa very serious vow not to play the card of revealing that Iâm a professor to police or security guards or angry homeowners. If Iâm out with graffiti artists or street musicians or train hoppers, I try to live that all the way.â
Such âshared vulnerabilityâ is crucial in building rapport. âYou have to genuinely engage with the risks of the world you are part of, which may mean arrest, physical danger, gross discomfort or waiting for hours for something to happen. Iâve found that if I learn about those risks and then submit myself to them in an honest fashion, that obliterates my âotherâ statusâŠ[or] any resentment about my being a professor âslumming itâ â Iâm not doing that.â
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Ferrell sees himself and his form of research as âvery much on the margins of US social science, which, since the Second World War, has largely been taken over by positivist, quantitative, federally funded research, so people want numbers, the illusion of certainty, tables and pie charts and statistical analysis. Immersing yourself in the lives of others is not only marginal but sometimes dismissed as not good research.â Despite being trained in quantitative research while at graduate school, it never seemed to him to be âa useful way of learning about thingsâ.
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Indeed, Ferrell goes further. While living in Denver, he recalls, âthe media and mayor claimed that the worst crime problem was the graffiti writers: that they were all in gangs, and so on. I knew enough criminology to strongly suspect that that wasnât the case.â By immersing himself in their world, he came to âunderstand the emotions and the motivations and the skillsâ.
What he deplores, by contrast, is what he calls in DriftÌęa âburgeoning anti-gang industryâ of academic experts, who âmeasure at a distance the amount of gang activity, the number of gangs and gang members, and the overall magnitude of the gang problemâ. Such experts produce findings that are âin many ways artefacts of the methods themselvesâ, but that does not stop them from offering to help solve an allegedly âgrowing and virulent form of youthful organised crimeâ. Ferrell even cites the view of Simon Hallsworth, former professor of sociology at the University of Suffolk, that âthe contemporary gang âproblemâ is in many ways a problem of improper method [in social science]â.
Despite swimming against the methodological tide, Ferrell has managed in recent years to âcreate a kind of alternative status as a radical researcherâ, which has opened doors into the leading journals. And he is heartened to come across âyoung scholars emerging who want to do [my] kind of research because they see it as a rebuttal to the neoliberal quantification of scholarly lifeâ â although many are discouraged from pursuing their inclinations by their supervisors, or by fear that it will hold back their careers.

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About a century ago, Ferrell reflects in Drift, the American mechanical engineer Frederick W. Taylor developed a form of âscientific managementâ for âmeasuring worker productivity, enforcing efficiency, de-skilling labor, and increasing employer profitsâ. The Slow Drunk Krew, on the other hand, present âa study of unabashed inefficiency and inebriated uncertainty that undermines everything Taylor and his corporate allies sought to enforceâ.
But while such a lifestyle may sound appealing, do drifters really provide pointers to alternative forms of politics? Ferrellâs book includes a chapter on the Industrial Workers of the World. Founded in 1905, the union campaigned against âan everyday order of legal and social injusticeâ seen, for example, in the crooked practices of âemployment sharksâ. It was often âthe very itinerancyâ of the unionâs members, known as âWobbliesâ, that made it successful in campaigns, Ferrell believes: âtheir practiced mobility, their gritty durability and on-the-fly self-reliance, their serial disregard for locality and lawâ. When cities introduced clampdowns on speaking in the streets, for example, âthe IWW decided to break these new laws en masse [so as] to turn each new ordinance back on itself by filling the jails with Wobblies who had violated it â Wobblies who would then each demand an individual jury trial, thereby overloading the criminal justice system, straining city finances, and forcing repeal of the ordinanceâ. Although the lives of workers defined by drift made them âa challenge to organizeâ, Ferrell concludes, they could also be âa hellacious force for social justice once they wereâ.
In todayâs world, too, he believes that the drift phenomenon has its upsides. Dislocated lifestyles can offer âa kind of hard-earned freedom, and an ability to see comparatively and critically, that the sedentary person doesnât achieveâ. Drift has âpowerful potential to liberate people from structures they may not even be aware ofâ, and can âallow us to imagine different kinds of communityâ.
As for Ferrell himself, he acknowledges there may come a time when he is too old to engage in, and enjoy, the kind of full-on immersive research that he has made his own. Although âhiphop graffiti has been around since the late 1970sâ and he knows of fellow â63-year-old graffiti artistsâ, as well as old hobos, he realises that there is âa sense of absurdity in my studying youth subcultureâ at his age. Even now, he adds, âmy knees are so bad I couldnât actually run from thugs or police officers or angry citizensâ.Ìę
Jeff Ferrellâs Drift: Illicit Mobility and Uncertain Knowledge was recently published by the University of California Press.
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