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Quick Hits (page 5)Federal seizure provokes lawsuitBy: Matt Cooper (The Register-Guard)
Leroy Stubblefield, a 54-year-old veteran who uses a wheelchair, and two other users of medicinal marijuana lost 12 plants Sept. 23 in a seizure by federal authorities, said Paul Stanford, executive director of the Hemp & Cannabis Foundation, a nonprofit organization that has taken up Stubblefield's defense. Stanford said Stubblefield is the first person in Oregon whose state-licensed marijuana garden was confiscated by the federal government, a charge that the federal Drug Enforcement Administration would not confirm. Although the 12 plants were within Oregon's rules for medical possession, a DEA agent confiscated them under the federal law that bans the drug, Stanford said. Stubblefield smokes marijuana to curb sleep apnea, pain suffered from an automobile accident and post-traumatic stress disorder. Speaking at a news conference at his countryside home outside of Lebanon, Stubblefield said he was incensed by the federal seizure and the lack of protection afforded him despite his status as a legal user of the drug in Oregon. "The more I think about it, it bothers me more and more," Stubblefield said. "I felt we were left unprotected by our county." The search was conducted by drug enforcement officers from the county's Valley Interagency Narcotics Team, or VALIANT, along with DEA agent Michael Spasaro, Stanford said. VALIANT is Linn and Benton counties' narcotics task force, combining law enforcement agencies, district attorneys' offices, the National Guard and Oregon State Police. The officers were acting on a tip that Stubblefield and his caregivers had about 100 illegal plants, Stanford said. Linn County Sheriff Dave Burright confirmed Stanford's account that Spasaro stepped in after local authorities had determined that the plants were legal under Oregon law. "They went up there based on information they'd received that there were plants far in excess of what was allowed" under Oregon law, Burright said. "There were 12 (plants), which was within the Oregon law, but it was the federal officer that decided to enforce federal law, not the VALIANT officers. "Ken Magee, assistant special agent in charge of Oregon DEA operations, said it's common for federal agents to work with local and state authorities, and he rejected the notion that local and federal authorities were at odds over the seizure. "There's no conflict of opinion whatsoever," Magee said. "Different authorities have investigative authority and legal authority of different laws." No search warrant was served, but the residents consented to the search, Magee said, adding that the U.S. Attorney's Office will decide whether to press charges against Stubblefield and his caregivers. "Marijuana is illegal under federal law to manufacture, possess and distribute, and we enforce those laws," Magee said. "The DEA has their position and we're sticking to it until I receive further notice." Ann Witte, a Portland attorney who has represented the hemp foundation in other matters, said she plans a two-pronged legal attack in Stubblefield's defense. Witte wants the federal government to return the confiscated property and pay for damages, and she said she'll target the state to prohibit agents from working with the federal government on all marijuana investigations. Under Oregon's 1998 Medical Marijuana Act, the user "is exempt from any criminal prosecution as long as he abides by the act - and that includes search and seizure," Witte said. "When the state is going around giving people their word - `As long as you're complying with state law, we won't bother you' - they shouldn't be taking the federal agents with them once they know that the federal agents aren't going to be bound by that." Attorney Leland Berger, a member of the legal committee for NORML, the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws, said the courts haven't resolved a host of issues related to medical marijuana, including whether seizures such as this violate the Ninth and 10th amendments to the U.S. Constitution, both protections of states' rights. Intervention in state law is warranted only when there is a "compelling federal interest," Berger said, and in this case, the most likely one - that Stubblefield or the others intended to sell their product - already is forbidden under the state marijuana act. "It's all up in the air," Berger said. "Everything that's going on will ultimately be resolved by the Supreme Court." Following the seizure, Stanford's foundation supplied Stubblefield and his caregivers with seven more plants and several ounces of marijuana, and he all but dared the DEA to make a return trip to Stubblefield's home. "I'd love to be here and greet them," Stanford said. "I wish they would try to prosecute me." Said Magee, of the DEA: "We look at each investigation on its own individual merits." |
Growin' Our Own (page 5)Busted Nuts (part two)By: General Lee Doofy (The 'Nuts' characters are a fictional creation by Rodger Beasly. No living intelligent individuals are represented in this writing) 0013 hrs Communique
I knew that my mind would begin to assess every aspect of my existence. It happened every time that I got a decent reefer high. Once I got my head to catch up with and pass my reality based existence I would then be able to assure myself that there are, at least in my case, two parallel worlds in simultaneous, although not necessarily synchronized, existence. My ego and my id would return to balance; with the spiritual mental state on the forward side and the physical active state on the backside. I put the joint to my lips and followed Blade's lead. I inhaled, snorted and passed it back to him. He exhaled and we wordlessly repeated the procedure until the remaining roach lay smoldering in the ashtray. Yes, that would be correct, the spiritual mental state in the front with the physical active state in the back. It sure couldn't be one on the top and the other on the bottom or there would not be balance. I felt the reversal moving through my mind. I began to question my very existence, an existence that was self assured when physical active was in front. I had been through it many times. It would not take long, although as I looked over at Blade's graying hair I realized it was becoming increasingly difficult. The main questions over the years had changed from - Who am I? What am I? and What is it all about? to - How much longer do I have? Where am I? and Where am I going? The high became intense. The answer came as it always did. My existence, or non existence, is of no known cosmic significance. Life should be lived for the moment. An end or change of my existence of some kind is inevitable. It is merely a matter of flowing through time until that time comes. If in fact there is any such thing as time. Maybe life itself is just some grand illusion that we have created with our minds of which time is something by which we limit ourselves, thereby enabling us to operate within the parameters of our initial creation. I accepted my current drug induced view of my known reality and looked over at Blade. I saw an illicit drug user in his late fifties. How in the hell has he survived the drug wars? How have I survived the wars? I must quiet my mind. Those are not questions that, at this time, I want to try and find the answers to. I need to concentrate on the now. I refocused my mind back to the answer that the universal conscious had provided to me. My existence and that of Blade's were of no known cosmic significance. "Hey, GD, wake up. How about we listen to some tunes?" Blade's voice shook me from my reverie. I knew he had a buzz and that he was in a good mood. He was now referring to me as GD. He stood next to my stereo going through a stack of CDs. "Sure, pick something out." "How about some Rob Zombie?" "Damn, Blade! I'm not up for that level of intensity" "Okay, what would you like?" "Put in some Hoyt Axton." "Hoyt Axton? For Christ's sake, GD, why do you want to listen to that hillbilly shit? It will put me to sleep." "Damn it, Blade. Hoyt's music is not hillbilly. Hoyt's mom wrote for Elvis Presley and Hoyt himself wrote 'The Pusher Man' for Steppenwolf." "Take it easy, GD. I was only fuckin' with ya." "That is the thing with you Blade. You are always fucking or fucking with someone. How about we compromise? Look through that stack on the left and put in one of those Eric Clapton CDs. And please keep the volume down so we can talk. I want to know more about how this latest bust of yours came about." "No problemo. What do you want to know about?" "Lets go back to the drug situation. How about referring back to where you threw the Viagra up on the closet shelf and told your live in companion that it made you sick to your stomach." "Yeah, okay. The truth was the Viagra didn't make me sick to my stomach. It made my dick a bit harder and kept it up a while longer. I was, however, becoming very tired of taking the mental beating that went with trying to keep that liberal feminazi happy. Why is it that some of the self styled liberal women are the most unliberal of all unless things go entirely their way?" "I don't know. I can tell you that they do not see themselves that way." "Anyway I knew that she would be keeping a close eye on the closet shelf. I now also realized some of the benefits of Viagra. So I decided to find another source. It only took a little looking on the web and another 'script was speeding it's way toward my waiting hands." "Blade, are you telling me that you ordered Viagra on the internet?" "Yeah. It was no big deal. I gave them my age, told them I was in good health, answered a few phony questions and most important of all gave them my credit card number. When my new 'script came I called the little biker chick. We had had a fairly good relationship, which then got better - at least for awhile. She didn't care that the feminazi was living with me. The only thing that appeared to concern her was getting banged often and in a satisfactory manner. I held in there, with both of them, for more than a year. During which time I learned a lot about Viagra. I learned that it works better on an empty stomach. I learned about the difference between the 50 mg tablets and the 100 mg. I would take a 50mg on an empty stomach, have a drink or two, and get going on the biker chick for an hour or so, during which time I would tie her to the bed with the four way restraints she had provided me, then take another 50mg and bang on her for a few more hours while she moaned and quivered. I found that this was okay for a while, but then I needed to up the dose. I started taking half of a hundred mg to start. Once I got going I would down a full hundred mg. This had the added benefit of keeping me going into the next morning, which was helpful. She liked to suck me dry with a blow job in the morning. One afternoon I was sitting at home lustfully turning the pages of a porno magazine. The women in that magazine were sucking dicks and taking cock in every orifice on their bodies with looks of pleasure and wild abandon. The little biker chick had sent it to me. She would send those kind of magazines to me before the weekends and whenever she thought we were going to get together. It was one of her ways of pre-charging my batteries. She had a few of those ways and they usually worked. Another was to take me to strip bars to watch the nubile young lasses with their small tight asses and silicone tits, then take me to the closest motel. Anyhow my liberal female companion walked into my place, unexpectedly, and saw me looking at the porno magazine. She blew up, grabbed it from my hands, threw it on the floor, stomped on it, kicked it at me and began screaming some pretty demeaning shit at me. She wound it all down by informing me that I was some kind of pervert and social deviant. I could have understood some of it if she had caught me leaving one of the strip bars with the little one, but a magazine? I mean, what the hell? That was pretty much the end of our relationship. She started packing up her stuff and managed to move out the next week. Not without telling and retelling me, among other things, what a dumb, immature fool I was. It wasn't too hard to take. For the most part I just nodded my head in agreement and smiled. I mean, why not? She had been telling me how much smarter than me she was from the first day I met her. Which strikes me as odd. I mean, she liked being tied and banged, just like the little biker chick. "Damn, Blade, I would like to think that would be all there is to it and that you could tell me that you were living happily ever after with the little biker chick." "Well it ain't that easy, GD. If a guy hasn't been laid very often or in quite awhile, all of that banging might sound pretty good. The reality is that after awhile I got to feeling like that duck you reminded me of a little while ago. It started to seem as if I had to perform sexually on command. I was popping those little blue pills like they were M&Ms and beginning to resent women all together. One woman had worked me over mentally and the other was now working me over physically; while both claimed to be liberated. I was starting to lose my grip. What was right? What was wrong? One night when the biker chick was on the back of my Harley she leaned forward, licked my ear and whispered into it. "Lets go over to Shotgun Willies and watch the nude dancers." "No." "What do you mean by no?" "No means no. I am tired of women." She laughed. "You will change your mind about that just as soon as you get horny again. What will you do when I am not here to fuck you?" I looked down at the ignition switch on my bike. I glanced at the shiny chrome gas caps. I leaned forward and lovingly licked and sucked the ignition switch. I lightly rubbed the left gas cap. "You see that? That is all that I need. The ignition switch is her clit and the gas cap is her tit. I love her and she loves me." She quit laughing. "You are out of your mind, but if that is the way you want it, that is the way you can have it." "Well, GD, that was that. I took her back to her bike and I never saw her again." "Damn, Blade. You were having some woman trouble, no doubt about that. But now you are married to that young pretty gal. What the hell happened? Did you get some mental help, or what?" "I fell in love." "You fell in love? For Christ's sakes, Blade! This bull shit with you just gets weirder and weirder. How in the hell can you go from not wanting anything to do with women to falling in love with one in a matter of months? And on top of that you are trying to tell me about getting busted a few days ago." "Yeah, that's it, GD. I fell in love. If you would spend a little more of your time checking out the real world and a little less of it trying to accomplish the impossible maybe you would understand." "What the hell are you talking about? I am in the real world." "No you aren't. You sit around and read all of that bullshit about drugs and legalization and decriminalization. It is a bunch of crap - nothing is going to change for the better. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can join the real world." "Listen, Blade, you came over here for my advice on your bust. You provided the drugs, for which I am grateful. I have a decent high going. Try not to screw it up by going off on a tirade against me. I am, at the least, on your side." "I'm sorry, GD. It is just that everything seems like so much horse shit. Here we sit, within a few years of social security payments, well past the eligible age for joining AARP, and things aren't getting any easier." If that young punk with the gun and the badge only knew what it takes to make it this far. Hell, if any of the young punks knew anything it would surprise the shit out of me. The hard leg cock suckers prance and strut around like they have the answers and they don't even understand the questions." "Take it easy, Blade. Try and calm down. Some of the young guys are okay. It isn't their fault that they are young any more than it is your fault you are aging. Tell me a little more about this young wife of yours and the bust." "One night a few months ago I went over to that new sports bar on the west side. I was just looking to have a cold one, watch a baseball game and interact with other people. I didn't have any desire to find a woman. Hell, earlier that afternoon I had been lovingly polishing my 61 panhead and preparing it for the spring ride and show the next week." "I happened to look over as the bar door swung open. This young, long blonde haired gal walked in. For me, it was love at first sight. The joint was crowded. There wasn't an empty seat in the place with the exception of the stool next to me. She slid onto that stool and ordered a glass of Merlot. She was so beautiful I could hardly look at her. I felt like a dog at the Westminster dog show. The only problem was I also felt like I had fleas. GD, I had never before felt that way." "Somehow or other I gathered up the courage to start a conversation. From that first conversation things took on a life of their own. I found myself saying, doing and feeling things that I never thought that I was capable of." "So you were horny again." "Fuck you man. I am trying to tell you that I am in love. Hell, I actually hurt emotionally and physically. The age difference stresses me the most." "How does that get to you?" "I found myself trying to please and impress her in every possible way. Which brought the sex thing back to front and center. Sex was no longer just a matter of the Viagra. I wanted her all of the time, so I scored some crank. I figured what the hell, it would probably keep me going all night." "Blade, spit it out. Were you doing crank the night you got busted?" "The short answer is no. I had scored an eight ball a couple of weeks earlier." "Where in the hell did you get it?" "Aw come on, GD, you don't want to know that." "You don't have to tell me. I know damn well where you got it. You went over and started hanging with your old 1% buddies." "Whatever you want to think, GD. Where I got it has no god damn bearing on the situation." "Okay. You are right. I really do not want or, for that matter, need to know where you got it." "The crank wasn't the answer to my dilemma. I went through the eight ball in no time. It was great for getting on my bike and riding and riding and riding. Of course now the problem was that was not what I wanted to be riding. I could do a bump and have a good time. Not as good a time as when we used to down a few cross tops. The crank had a different feel and taste. It didn't have the nice medicine feel and smell of cross tops. It did cause a pleasant aftertaste drip in the back of my mouth and gave me the same ratchet jaw, grinding effect as the amphetamines." The biggest dilemma that I had was whether or not to shoot it. I was having a little trouble with the snorting." "What kind of trouble can you have in snorting a line or a bump?" "The Viagra messed that up." "How can Viagra keep you from snorting a line?" "Like I told you earlier. I had the Viagra down to a science. The Viagra works by increasing the blood flow to the soft tissue extremities. Just about the time I started getting a good hard on my nose would start to swell shut. The swelling made it tough to get a straw into my nostril." "I really didn't want to start shooting the crank. That shit is tough enough to kick when you are snorting and inhaling. The only thing, once a guy starts shooting crank, that I can think of that will slow him down or stop him is to be without it. The only way to be without it, that I know of, is to be in the slammer." "I was at a loss. There I was, after all of these years, finally with my very own centerfold and I was having trouble nailing her as often as I wanted. I began to regret some of those times when, once a day or so, I had jerked off to the centerfold of the month while waiting for the next centerfold to show up in my mailbox. I desperately wanted some of those hard ons back." "It was not enough to be able to nail my new wife once a week or so. I wanted to be able to jam it to her on a daily basis. I wanted her to view me as a young, full of cum, macho guy. I was obsessing over the situation when Fast Eddie stopped over looking for some weed." "Fast Eddie? Are you telling me that he is still alive and kicking? I thought that he had a heart attack awhile back." "Yeah, he had a couple of them a few years ago, but you wouldn't know it now." "What in the hell is some sixty five year old guy that has had three heart attacks and quadruple bypass surgery doing smoking dope?" "Fast doesn't smoke the dope. He eats it." "Eats it?" "Yeah. He scores the best buds that he can find, dunks them in boiling butter, dips them in honey and then coats them with raw sugar. It is a technique that he says he used back when he was a weight lifter. Honey buds are only one of the methods he uses to look young and healthy." "Blade, I'm starting to come down and I'm getting a little tired of Clapton. What do you say we change the tunes and smoke a bowl from my stash? Then you can finish telling me what the hell is going on with all of this." "Sounds good to me, General." To be continued |
Pipeline (page 5)The New Politics of PotBy: Joel Stein (Time)
Before the new czar was appointed in December, it was the government's preference not to address the legalizers. But the pro-pot movement has gained so much ground they can't be ignored as a fringe element. Americans, it turns out, aren't conflicted in their attitude toward marijuana. They want it illegal but not really enforced. A Time/cnn poll last week found that only 34% want pot to be totally legalized (the percentage has almost doubled since 1986). But a vast majority have become mellow about official loopholes: 80% think it's O.K. to dispense pot for medical purposes, and 72% think people caught with it for recreational use should get off with only a fine. That seeming paradox has left a huge opening for pro-pot people to exploit. Eight states allow medical marijuana, and a handful of states have reduced the sentences for pot smokers to almost nothing. The midterm election Nov. 5 has lighted up the issue even more. While control of the House hangs in the balance and the race for the Senate is a dead heat, the political trend for marijuana is clear: support is gaining. The most interesting battles on the November ballot are over pot initiatives: to allow the city of San Francisco to grow and distribute medical marijuana, to replace jail with rehab in Ohio and decriminalize marijuana use in Arizona. Many of these proposals are relatively modest, but the pro-pot forces are also raising the stakes. In spite of the electorate's contentment with the paradox of loose enforcement, some particularly powerful people on both sides have taken extreme viewpoints in an effort to end the political stalemate and force Americans to choose. Either pot is not so bad and should be legal, or people should be arrested for smoking it. The battlefield for the showdown is Nevada, where Question 9 would allow adults to possess up to 3 oz. of pot fo! r personal use. In fact, the state government would set up a legal market for buying and selling pot. To almost everyone's surprise, the race is too close to call. While the pro-pot forces have pushed their agenda at the polls, opponents have tried to use legal muscle to fight back. After a Supreme Court decision last year reiterating that federal drug laws trumped state ones, the Drug Enforcement Administration sent federal agents to California to bust medical-marijuana growers, a move that tended to outrage California voters who had approved this use. In fact, as the Administration pushes harder against the pro-pot forces, pot supporters seem to gain ground. Among the biggest pro-pot players, medical marijuana was actually kind of a ruse. Sure, there are sick people who really feel they need marijuana to numb pain, relieve the eye pressure of glaucoma, calm muscle spasms or get the munchies to help with aids wasting (see following story). But they are not the people who put the debate into high gear. A few years ago, the Drug Policy Alliance--an organization founded by billionaire philanthropist Soros, who wants to legalize marijuana and reform drug laws by replacing jail time with rehab--decided it would fund only those initiatives that could be won. So the group ran a bunch of polls to find out how America feels about the drug wars, and the reformers came up way short on everything but three policies: people preferred treatment over incarceration in some cases, people hated property forfeiture, and an overwhelming majority felt medical marijuana should be legal. So Soros & Co. set out to get medical-marijuana legislation. The ! fight has done quite well, especially when, to their surprise, the Federal Government took the bait and started arresting little old ladies and storming peaceful pot-growing cooperatives. In fact, the pro-pot people have done well enough that some of them feel it is time to drop the ruse and fight for full legalization. Plus, with Britain experimenting with a "seize and warn" policy instead of arresting pot smokers and Canada flirting with doing the same, the blunt-friendly were ready to take off the camouflage and fight. And where else to try this but in Nevada? That's why the czar is in Vegas, sitting in a room at the Venetian Hotel guarded by U.S. marshals. The czar, a smart, likable, earnest man who believes he can help Americans by fighting the drug war, is derided by the opposition as "Bill Bennett's Mini-Me." Indeed, he worked for Bennett under Reagan in the Department of Education and then as Bennett's deputy drug czar in the first Bush Administration. When George W. appointed him, the President told the czar to watch the movie Traffic as a way to understand the problem. The czar, who told Time he has never smoked pot, believes marijuana to be not only a gateway drug but also incredibly detrimental in its own right--causing driving accidents, domestic violence, health risks and crippling addiction. He thinks the legalization argument is absurd, especially when proposed by libertarian Republicans who are so doctrinaire he finds them to be outside his party. "This is great talk at 2 a.m. in a dorm room, that all laws should be ! consistent. But the real world isn't consistent. It's ludicrous to say we have a great deal of problems from the use of alcohol so we should multiply that with marijuana," he says. It doesn't take long for him to get back to the three billionaires: "It's unprecedented, the amount of money put in by such a small amount of people over one issue." The marijuana legalizers, including the billionaires Walters vilifies, don't have much kinder things to say about him. In fact, for old rich men, they can sound a lot like Tupac. One of them, Sperling, 81, is founder of the highly profitable nationwide chain the University of Phoenix. He has spent $13 million on drug-reform campaigns and lots of other money on other pet projects, including cloning his cat. "Mr. Walters is a pathetic drug-war soul who is defending a whole catalog of horrors he's indifferent to," Sperling says from his office in Phoenix, Ariz. "The government's drug-reform policy is driven by a Fundamentalist Christian sense of morality that sees any of these illegal substances used as evil." Sperling says he smoked pot to combat pain associated with the cancer he fought in the 1960s. Lewis, 68, former ceo of Progressive, an insurance company, doesn't despise the czar quite as much, but he has been battling him even harder. The reasons for Lewis are more straightforward. He has been referred to by colleagues as a "functional pothead." He spends half the year on a $16.5 million, 255-ft. yacht, where he smokes pot regularly; he even got arrested in New Zealand on drug charges a few years ago, he told the Plain Dealer. He is one of the main backers of the radical Nevada proposal, having given heaps of money to the Marijuana Policy Project, which is running Question 9 there. "The absurdity of its illegality has been clear to me for some time. I learned about pot from my kids and realized it was a lot better than Scotch, and I loved the Scotch. Then I went to my doctor, and he said, 'I'm thrilled. You're drinking too much. You're much better off doing pot than drinking.'" Soros (who has smoked pot but no longer does) declined to be interviewed, and like the rest of the troika, he won't debate Walters. They are probably refusing for two reasons: 1) they would likely lose, since none of them are politicians; and 2) if you were going around the world on a 255-ft. yacht, would you list "Drug Czar" as one of your ports of call? So instead they fight federal policy with initiative after initiative, while also defending local pro-pot laws. Their side got a major media boost in California in September, when federal agents busted Santa Cruz's Wo/Men's Alliance for Medical Marijuana in an early-morning raid. The feds dragged the farm's owners, who were legally growing pot under California law, to a federal building in San Jose for breaking federal law and held a paraplegic resident at the farm for hours. "I opened my eyes to see five federal agents pointing assault rifles at my head. 'Get your hands over your head. Get up. Get up.' I took the respirator off my face, and I explained to them that I'm paralyzed," said Suzanne Pheil, 44, who is disabled by the effects of postpolio syndrome. Her story was broadcast everywhere, since the pro-pot people had basically been waiting for her to be harassed, punching every phone number on their media list minutes after the raid. Pot people, surprisingly, can move pretty fast when they want to. The bust couldn't have gone better for the pot folks. California attorney general Bill Lockyer fired off an angry letter to dea chief Asa Hutchinson, who wrote back saying that federal law allows the feds to seize pot. "During the Clinton years they didn't do this," says Lockyer. "It disappointed me that they would be using precious resources to act like a bunch of bullies." San Jose police chief William Lansdowne was so annoyed by the raid that he withdrew his officers from the local dea task force, ending 15 years of close work. Even Governor Gray Davis, who has been quiet on the marijuana issue, expressed concern over the feds' bust. A week after the raid, Santa Cruz officials gathered at city hall to supervise public distribution of marijuana to members of the Wo/Men's Alliance for Medical Marijuana in front of TV crews, a way of giving Washington the finger. To many Republicans, this looks like bad politics for Bush. "It seems to me about as far from Compassionate Conservatism as you can get," says former Nixon and Reagan aide Lyn Nofziger. "There are an awful lot of people in their 50s and younger who smoked pot when they were younger and don't look on it as something that destroyed their lives. I think there is a lot more open-mindedness toward pot than there used to be." In Nevada, popular Republican Governor Kenny Guinn refuses to take a stand on Question 9, the pot-legalization amendment to the state constitution, saying he'll go with whatever the people vote for. And he won't really have to worry about it for a while, since the constitutional amendment will go into effect only if Nevadans vote yes on Nov. 5 and again in 2004. So Guinn may be smart to stay out of the debate, because the rhetoric from both sides has gone out of control. The drug czar's latest commercial, which was actually focus-grouped with teens and their parents, shows two teens getting stoned in their father's study, talking apathetically about a bunch of stuff. One pulls out a gun from his dad's drawer, the other asks lazily if it's loaded, and the gun-toting teen shrugs and shoots the other kid. "The suggestion is not to say too many children are being shot in their dens who are marijuana users," Walters said. "It's meant to show that marijuana alters your ability to use judgment." In the other camp, many of the workers lied to voters in the course of gathering signatures to get Question 9 on the ballot, saying it was a medical-marijuana proposition, according to several pro-pot Nevadans. The two camps even fight regularly about how many joints can be made from 3 oz. of pot, the proposed legal maximum. The pro-pot people claim 80, while the anti-pot people carry around bags of 250 joints to illustrate their case. Yes, moms across the state are spending large parts of their nights rolling parsley and oregano. The Marijuana Policy Project in Nevada has a chance partly because it is far better organized than its scattered opposition. The project made a smart move in hiring Billy Rogers, a Democratic political consultant from Texas, to run the Nevada campaign. Rogers sends people door to door daily to target supporters he can call on Election Day and bus to voting booths. This could make the difference in what the polls show is an almost evenly split electorate. Rogers' office is situated in a Vegas strip mall, just above an Asian massage parlor, which is right next to a children's tutoring center, which is all you need to know to understand why the project is staging this fight in Nevada. The office looks more like a sorority fund drive than a '60s dorm room. Posters drawn by children depict images like a teddy bear with a heart labeled vote yes on 9. Rogers, wearing a collarless white shirt, is still at work at 1 a.m., editing a commercial. "In college we'd sit around and talk about this--that when we grew up we were going to change these laws. And now we're doing it," he says. Rogers, who says he hasn't smoked pot in 15 years, doesn't have a personal connection to the fight, but it's pretty easy to get him into a James Carville mood. When he talks about Walters' oft repeated claim (an assertion shared by the National Institute on Drug Abuse) that marijuana has much higher levels of tetrahydrocannabinol (thc) than it used to, that, in Walters' words, "it's not your father's marijuana," Rogers goes ballistic. "It's a plant. What--it's not your father's broccoli? Its genetic structure hasn't changed in 30 years," he says, eating steak for a late-night meal. "These guys will say anything. If I had a billion-dollar budget, I'd say anything to stay in business." That's one of the major conspiracy theories of the pro-legalization movement--a rant right out of the Eisenhower era, that the government is keeping pot illegal so it can maintain its giant drug-war bureaucracy. Its advocates also believe--as put forth directly in the pro-medical marijuana commercials of billionaire independent New York gubernatorial candidate Tom Golisano--that politicians are in the pocket of the pharmaceutical companies, who fear marijuana is such good medicine that their own products will suffer. The pro-legalization forces also believe, more convincingly, that the right wing of the Republican Party connects drug use with sin and radicalism and the failure of the family. "I've known John Walters for about 10 years, and I don't think this is about drugs for him," says Ethan Nadelmann, head of the Drug Policy Alliance. "John is a reactionary ideologue. It's the broader battle about what we tell kids about life. It's a vehicle for promoting a tougher, meaner approach to life and government." Democratic Congressman Barney Frank of Massachusetts claims the war on drugs is really a war against the Other. "Alcohol does more damage in many areas of society than drugs, particularly marijuana, but we treat marijuana as much worse, and that's because it's associated with the counterculture." Some Republicans, however, are ready to legalize medical marijuana. Texas Congressman Ron Paul, a doctor and onetime Libertarian Party presidential candidate, has been fighting for medical marijuana. "From a humanitarian standpoint, people should never be denied this kind of help," says Paul. But fellow Republican Hutchinson stands behind the decision to prosecute. "Why would they want to authorize behavior under state law that is still a violation of federal law?" he says. "It endangers a population, to me. It gives the green light on the one hand and a go-to-jail ticket on the other." Among cops and other law enforcers, there are sharp divisions too. Some, like Joseph D. McNamara, a former San Jose police chief and now a Hoover Institution fellow, call for an end to the criminalization of marijuana. "Most of the police officers I hired during the 15 years I was police chief had tried it," says McNamara. Like many pot legalizers, he believes the system, which he says arrests more people for marijuana than for any other drug, is racist. "Ninety million Americans have tried marijuana. When you look at who's going to jail, it is overwhelmingly disproportionate--it's Latinos and blacks." Not surprisingly, the topic is radioactive in the police profession. Andy Anderson, who was head of his state's largest cop organization, the Nevada Conference of Police and Sheriffs, announced that his board members unanimously supported the pro-pot initiative so they could focus on more serious crimes. A few days later, Anderson was forced to resign. The voice for Nevada cops then became Gary Booker, deputy district attorney in charge of the vehicular-crimes unit, until he told members of the press he believed the wild claims of political extremist Lyndon LaRouche that Soros is pro-legalization because he bankrolls drug cartels. When talking to Time at the Elks lodge where he introduced the drug czar, Booker awkwardly tried to explain away his statement: "The word cartel was used, not drug. A cartel is a group of businessmen who control price, and that's what we've got here. Three or four guys are controlling the thing." He too stepped out of the role of Nevada police spokesman. The pro-pot people feel that victory--even if it comes not this year and not in Nevada--is inevitable. Each year there are fewer members of the pre-boomer generation, who tend not to distinguish between heroin and pot. In 1983, only 31% of Americans surveyed had tried pot; the new Time/cnn poll puts the figure at 47%. And though pot use among teens is down from its '70s highs, parents sneaking joints when their kids are asleep is a fresh phenomenon. But the polls show that Americans still cling to pot's forbidden status, which is why the pro-pot people are working so hard. "You would think you would get a change, but you're not going to," says Charles Whitebread, a law professor at the University of Southern California who has written extensively on marijuana law. "Even though it did nothing to them, the fear that it will somehow pollute their children has made some of the people who used marijuana extremely freely now say, 'Oh, gee, I wouldn't be in favor of the change in t! he legal status of marijuana.'" It may be that the major dividing line between the pro- and anti-legalizers is not party affiliation but parental status. And even among parents, moms see more against pot than dads. So, barring another wave of '60s-like radicalism or a lot more poorly thought-out co-op busts by the feds, Americans' complicated feelings about pot aren't going to be reconciled overnight. And recent studies showing that marijuana can have addictive properties, though in a small percentage of cases, is going to make some parents more nervous about their kids turning into potheads. While alcohol and cigarettes may be more dangerous, a lot of parents would rather smell beer on their kid's breath than have a 29-year-old living at home, eating Cheetos and watching SpongeBob. Dakota Joseph Arts KeNa Productions. For all your website needs. Emphasizing fast load times, usability, browser compatibility, standards compliance and high quality graphics. The Whipping Post. Not for the politically correct. Riveting commentary to engage, enrage, enlighten and inflame. |
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