Time for Cannabis - The Prison Years - NEW BOOK - INTRODUCTION

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This book is not meant to be humorous, although a certain amount of humour is unavoidable, partly because the nonsense and inconsistencies which I came up against during the last four years, and partly because sometimes it hurts so much that one has to either laugh or cry. I fully intend to criticise the prison and the court systems, but not, I hope, unnecessarily, and, I also hope, positively.

This is not meant as a horror story, a fiction, or an analytical work, although I will admit in advance to colouring and flavouring events, changing names, and interspersing actual events with thoughts of the occasion. This is to increase the readability of what might otherwise be a very 'flat' book, considering the flatness of the system.

I consider myself very fortunate, even in this experience, as I have previously travelled to many different countries, and witnessed the different languages and customs therein, which I feel has enabled me to adopt a more detached and somewhat enlightened attitude to the strangeness which I constantly experienced. Many inmates are either the well learned ‘old lags’ who have been in and out of the system for years, or else are younger and more naive.

I was also fortunate to have already received an education, thus being able to further it using the institution's facilities and classes, able to write and read easily, unlike many of my comrades, and thus help the time pass easily and productively. I was also fortunate enough, for want of a better phrase although it may sound as selfish as it is, to have first arrived at a prison along with some acquaintances, and to recognise a few faces already there who I could turn to for help with day to day life. Once again I sympathise greatly with the young, scared and lonely convict or detainee.

Although it is only natural that I feel some anger and resentment against the way I have sometimes been treated, in particular by the courts, this emotion has never overwhelmed me.

I see so many things wrong with the world that Mankind has created, not least the way in which selfish and greedy individuals have polluted our beautiful planet and continue to do so, perhaps to the point of no return and the devastation of possibly all life. I fail to see how the Governments on this world, who often seem to me to be evil, can allow the future to develop in this way, ruining the chances of happiness and health for their descendants. In the sixties I grew up under the constant threat of nuclear devastation imposed by individuals so many miles away, whose identities would never be known to most of us. But this being bad enough, at least there was a chance of survival.

As the sixties have become the nineties there are so many problems in this world, any one of which will destroy us as individuals or as a race, including Aids, acid rain, radiation poisoning, the 'Greenhouse Effect', the ozone depletion, the pollution of the air, sea and land, space junk, chemical additives in our food and water, and on and on and on.

Add to this unemployment and the violence shown on TV, in video’s and in the press, to the point of saturation and ‘normality’, and it is less surprising what is happening on our streets. It has been said that by the age of twelve the average American child has witnessed several thousand murders on the screen, and doubtless a similar figure is true for British children.

In the East they say life is cheap, and death is all around, and certainly it seems that in many countries where overpopulation has become such an everyday burden, there are constantly civil wars or violent freedom fighters whom the various governments call terrorists. But do the governments and industrial bosses realise the terror which they daily cause us in our lives, through their greed? Is it surprising there is so much violence and crime in the country?

Advertising is a strange practice to apply to people who are unable to afford the goods or services advertised, and although increasing sales amongst the select few, causes nothing but unsatisfied desire amongst everyone else. Consider this story. It concerns a village deep in the heart of the Egyptian desert near Libya. I forget the name, but that is unimportant. This small oasis settlement had been there for hundreds if not thousands of years, the locals content to grow what they could, and keep their livestock. In years past they may even have profited from accommodating the occasional traveller. They were certainly unlikely to attract any tourists, unless some big archaeological discovery was ever made. Being short of power, having no electricity and little means of producing it, they were unlikely to attract much big industry.

The locals remained poor people, but never starved. They were basically content, having what they needed and most of what they wanted. This is the point: they had most of what they wanted, or rather most of what they knew about that they could want. Of course they may have wanted a better doctor, a panacea, a magic carpet, but these were merely dreams.

One day however, one of the locals had to traverse the desert to Cairo, for personal reasons. Suddenly, instead of being surrounded by friends and sands, he found himself in a huge city, some fifteen million souls, tall buildings, thousands of cars, buses, trucks, bicycles, people in all style of dress, restaurants, businesses and even more foreigners than the population of his home village. What did he see? Advertising. Somehow he managed to get hold of a television, battery operated, and having been shown how to work it, he took it home with him.

Fortunately, or maybe not so, they could pick up signals in the village and they were able to watch films, news and documentaries about a country and a world they never new existed. The children and young men were, of course, able to watch too. And what did they see? Advertising Young mini-skirted girls drinking cola, cowboys with their special cigarettes, the blond bombshell in the tight jeans, the fast car and the gorgeous lady who went with it, watches, stereos, holidays, household appliances and magical gadgets, and so on.

So, what happened to their simple needs and desires? They multiplied out of all proportion. They wanted all these things too, but of course they had no money so they could only dream on in frustration. Until one day three or four young men themselves set off to Cairo, where the streets were paved with gold and one could make enough money to buy some of the well and ‘successfully’ advertised wares. Unfortunately when they got there they found not thousands but millions of people in the same position, unemployment ridiculously high, the city impersonal and apparently uncaring, and their chances of even getting enough food for tomorrow rapidly dwindling. But not everybody was poor. Some people had cars, wore expensive watches and clothes, and drank cola, and presumably had many more modern goods to make their lives apparently easier and happier. So what did our young and impressionable brothers do? They stole. They broke into a house and took what they could. Unfortunately these men were nothing of the professional burglar, knew nothing of finger prints and forensics, and were soon caught. The result? Four more inmates in the hell hole of Cairo prison. Once again the advertising agents had done their job well, convincing the people that they needed the junk they had to sell!

Of course the situation in Britain is not as extreme, but nevertheless it is surely obvious that if one successfully creates an intense desire for something, in the minds of often uneducated and impressionable people, in a time of unemployment when their cash is hard come by, at the same time blasting them with crime on the TV, something somewhere is going to give. A percentage of them, being unable to earn an honest buck, will hit the streets, either taking what they want through robbery and theft, or dealing in drugs or stolen property, prostitution, or any of the many other ways of getting a ‘few readies’.

This is why the prisons are so full. Add to that the people who drink and drive, maybe take drugs steal to get money for their next hit to lift them out of their boredom and fears, everybody taxed beyond what they can afford, and the prison population begins to overflow.

Having stated that as my beliefs as to why so much crime occurs, I now have to say that this was only a very minor cause of my conviction. I will not in this book, attempt to discuss my personal level of guilt or innocence, but I would like to stress the view I had of my offences at the time.

My charges were concerned with cannabis, a so-called drug. Having consumed it for a number of years, and met untold people in nearly every country I ever visited, smoked with young and old, people new to it and those who had smoked very heavily for very many years, for social, recreational and also ‘spiritual’ purposes,

I did not and do not understand why it remains illegal! In its pure uncut form it certainly seems to have done me no harm, or anyone I have met.

No matter how much one consumes there is no danger for a reasonably balanced person. It has been said that the fatal dose is two kilos, dropped on the head from a great height! There is no heavy withdrawal, no side effects.

The real problems are that it is often cut with possibly damaging impurities, ranging from sawdust to barbiturates, solvents to boot polish and evencow shit, by the less than scrupulous illegal suppliers; that it is normally mixed with the legal and deadly poisonous tobacco; and that it remains illegal and therefore in the control of the underworld. The so-called controlled drugs are controlled not by the Government, who should concern themselves with the lack of purity of consumables, but by crooks.

Added to this are the many acclaimed medical benefits of cannabis to sufferers of ailments such as multiple sclerosis, glaucoma, asthma and arthritis, its pain-killing properties, and relaxing properties, and the uses of the plant - hemp, for the non-polluting manufacture of paper, linen, rope - all the old maps, Bibles, sails, ropes etc were made from hemp - its use as a food supply (seeds crushed to make gruel are highly nutritious) for humans and animals, and its use as a clean, renewable (two crops a year) and highly efficacious fuel, cannabis is probably the most versatile God-given substance on earth! Of course, it makes some people apparently lazier, but not all, and many of these become more creative even if only privately.

There is a vast amount of music and art forms produced under the effect of cannabis.

About 5% of the population admit to having used it regularly, and in private a great many barristers and other professional men. In private a great many individuals agree that it should be legalised, but are, like the majority of people living under Nazi control who witnessed the inhumane treatment of the Jews, too afraid for their own careers, and freedom, to speak out. The anti-legalisation lobby seems to be left, nowadays, with the completely unfounded statement that it ‘leads to other drugs’. True, 95% of hard drug users confess, when asked in a weighted question, that their first illegal substance was cannabis. But only 5% at most, of cannabis users ever take hard drugs. It is rather like using the argument that 99% of convicted armed robbers admit to owning water pistols as children, to bring about the prohibition of possession and sale of water pistols! Meanwhile, whilst those in authority and positions of respect usually remain silent, and the various campaigns for legalisation are left in the hands of often unemployed and outcast folk who have little or no experience of organisation, thousands of users and dealers remain in prisons, and millions risk their health by consuming street ‘crap’.

Let’s face it, even with the risk of incarceration, people still use it and will continue to use it, and continue to line the pockets of crooks, so it is really time that some government opened its own eyes, legalised it, took control of quality, gained revenue through taxation, and saved the time of police, courts and prisons. So, having said that, why was it suddenly made illegal in the 1920's? Some political reasons? Strange how the banning of cannabis and hemp suddenly created a vacuum in the supply of ropes and fabrics, shortly before the industrial giants put nylon on the market, and the huge petrochemical companies marketed their synthetics and polluting alternatives. I sometimes wonder if there was a connection.

I am not trying to excuse breaking the law. The law is the law, right or wrong, and the country cannot survive without laws. Judge Pickles, himself an advocate for the legalisation of all drugs, was correct when he said that people should not be allowed to pick and choose which laws to keep and which laws to break, that sort of freedom would be disastrous. Neither should such offenders be given leniency. In prisons there are many who would legalise all sorts of unpleasant things which they have been incarcerated for. Yet it is true, in the cases of the suffragettes and also the homosexuals, who sought to change the law by breaking it, that it can eventually lead to publicity and success.

I would, however, stress that very many people with similar experiences to me, never had any intention of hurting anyone, and mostly have never broken any other laws. Their preference for cannabis over alcohol and sedatives, has, nonetheless, resulted in their doors being kicked in, humiliating strip and personal searches, hours of solitude in filthy police cells and extended interviews often interspersed with secret threats and insults, confiscation of assets, collapse of businesses or careers, long periods in prison equivalent to sentences for armed robbery and often greater than for rape offences, and general alienation from their families, friends and society in general.

Why? All because they wanted to get high! Cannabis is used in prisons probably more than on the outside. The staff, I have been told more than once by members of that elite group, tend to turn a blind eye - it keeps the inmates quiet.

So, back to this book, like I say it is not the place to discuss guilt or innocence. Although I can hardly avoid ‘having a dig at the system’ and those who perpetuate it, that is neither my purpose.

Rather I want to present the prisons through my eyes, the eyes of an educated and travelled, non-criminally minded, and, as those who know me will agree, harmless forty year old male from Wales. I felt that by helping to organise contacts and introductions between suppliers and customers, I was helping people by enabling them to get a clean supply, by keeping them away from alcohol, hard drugs, and the dreadful tranquillisers and sedatives, benefited people.

Educated as a scientist at university, I was taught to examine the facts for myself, and not to blindly accept everything I was told.

This is all I ask of you the reader, to consider the evidence with an open mind; those who accept orders and laws without question are the true fascists.

The book is divided into four sections: the first will cover the nightmare of remand in custody.

The three prisons which I entered were category B, a maximum security, and a low security C category. I was on wings separated from the so-called vulnerable prisoners, as we call them, ‘nonces’, guilty of horrendous crimes which should not ever be even imagined.

Amongst the prisoners with whom I lived the hatred of the nonces was universal.

As for the others it seems that the longer the sentences the more respect the inmates had for each other. A man two or more years into a ten or twenty year sentence has an entirely different attitude towards his surroundings than a short-timers who is only ‘passing through’.

The main problems for the long-timers are the poor living conditions, being isolation from family and friends, and institutionalisation.

Frustration and helplessness, anger at the treatment of self and others, an authoritative hypocrisy, are what causes violence amongst these men.

This book is an attempt to portray what I saw and felt at the time.

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JACK'S YARD: HOWARD MARKS, GENERAL ELECTION 1997 - from "Out of Joint - 20 Years of Campaigning for Cannabis"

Taken from "Out of Joint - 20 Years of Campaigning for Cannabis"

By early 1996 I had started writing letters again and began to take an interest in the "CLCIA".

When I had been convicted there were just over 80 members in the CLCIA, most of them local – by the time I got out there were almost 200 – but I did not feel impressed as it was over 3 years. I spoke with Jack and Tina and agreed to get involved again, and said I thought we needed to start a membership drive and make the campaign more national – maybe even international.

Jack and Tina had not done nothing whilst I was away – Jack had copied many letters sent to literally hundreds of people in authority, from MP's to Bishops, local doctors and healers, local cafés and pubs, even world leaders, seeking support. Although some had deemed to reply, there was little support. Amongst those that supported legalisation were the Labour MP The Late Tony Banks, the eccentric judge the Late Ernest Pickles, and a few journalists.

Jack had focussed on Howard Marks aka Mr Nice aka many other names, who had been arrested by US officials in Spain and taken back to the US where he was given a 25-year prison sentence for moving quite large quantities (tons) around the world. Jack – as did we all – wanted to see Howard free – and it was about that time that he was released and returned to the UK, so we were all overjoyed when we heard that Howard Marks was out and back in the UK.

Jack continued to insist that cannabis would be legal within 12 months. It was sounding like "tomorrow" but "tomorrow never comes". He was totally convinced that not only was he on a Holy Mission but also that he was some sort of divinely-appointed spokesman. He had a following, but I was not one of them.

DON BARNARD

Whilst I had been in prison, Jack and Tina had read newspaper reports and made contact somehow – or vice versa – with several people that were to become prominent in the UK cannabis campaign and some of whom would become good friends. Don Barnard was one of these.

Don was a few years older than me and had a completely different background. He had been to school in Norwich and later married Jackie and moved to Braintree, Essex, where they had children.

Don had previously been involved with trades unions and had some experience in politics.

He had fought in a trial after being arrested for growing cannabis to ease the pains that his wife suffered. He was one of the first people to defend himself on medical grounds.

Throughout my time as a cannabis campaigner, Don has shown himself to be one of the most devoted and hardest working of people. I worked together with Don over the years on many aspects of campaigning, including the publication of our venture (a few years after this time) of "The Challenge".

Don attended and spoke at many events and conferences; he wrote numerous letters to Government and press; he battled with his own MP and councillors; he helped whenever he could – we always consulted on the phone and many a time we either dropped or boosted an idea depending on if, and how much, we agreed. His struggle continued even though ill health made things difficult. I found Don to be one of the most inspirational and friendly of all the campaigners I met. He was the only person ever to be accepted for a with a Hone Secretary of the UK – albeit the meeting was cancelled after the Home Secretary, Charles Clarke, was sacked. That was in 2006.

THE LATE DR ANNE BIEZANEK

Dr Anne was a GP in Merseyside who was arrested after procuring cannabis for her ailing daughter. She had to go for trial and also was at risk of losing her license.

The British Medical Council were understanding and helped her to some small event, with her case. Dr Anne was allowed to keep her daughter's medical condition out of the public eye, and she won her case.

Dr Anne endorsed the Family Council of Drug Abuse Europe (FCDA) publication: "The Report" - along with many other academics, judges and doctors. She was always supportive of the campaign. I never met her but I know we had mutual respect.

I never met Dr Anne, but respect for her grew after we exchanged several letters and spoke a few times on the phone. Despite her personal problems, she was always loyal to the cause.

In 2001, Dr Anne's sister, Leslie von Goetz, was to stand as an LCA candidate and ran her campaign from her bed in Fife.

THE FCDA EUROPE

I never met Kenn and Joanna d'Doudney, the authors of "Cannabis: The Facts, Human Rights and the Law - 

The Report of the FCDA Europe", but I dealt with them by mail.

The Report itself is extremely hard to read, hardly written in plain English for the average person to read without the aid of a dictionary – and a dictionary that covered Latin phrases too.

However, it was, for me, a convincing argument that the laws against cannabis possession, cultivation and supply were not only unworkable and unjust but also illegal in themselves. The prohibition of cannabis was the result of a conspiracy that favoured pharmaceutical and petrochemicals, they said. It was a "Crime Against Humanity".

The report was full of good arguments and fact. It was endorsed by judges, doctors, economists and academics.

The FCDA claimed that The Report was admissible in evidence at trial.

Kenn also offered to help people defend themselves in Court, saying that The Report could be cited and they could be called as "Expert Witnesses"

The problem arose, however, that they showed themselves to be completely intolerant of people that neither did not understand or did not agree with every word they said or wrote. That led to pointless arguments.

Worse still, they became abusive and tended to suddenly refuse to communicate any more or to help the several people that wanted to use them.

If we disagreed, they called us "prohibitionists". If we mentioned the word "decriminalisation", we were called "prohibitionists".

Maybe they did not know just how much of an insult some of use took that to be. For people that spend their lives fighting cannabis prohibition, it was one of the worst of insults. It seemed that they were applying it to almost everyone.

The crux came when my good friend Simon was busted for possession. Simon had been convicted with me of conspiracy in 1992 and had served 2 out of a 6-year sentence. Now he had to go to court again, possibly facing prison, so, through me, he turned to The Report and its authors for help.

This was to happen in 1998.

I never met anyone from the FCDA Europe. To me they seemed to be living their lives in isolation in France, issuing orders and asking everyone to buy their book.

I must say that although I found the book itself inspirational, I cannot say the same for the authors

LINDA HENDRY

Linda ran the Legalise Cannabis Campaign, Scotland, for several years before I heard of her and when I did, I wrote on behalf of the CLCIA. We obviously needed to work together. Linda was a veteran campaigner and associated with the Scottish Green Party. She was a brave schoolteacher indeed, to be a committed campaigner too.

I didn't meet Linda until several years later. I am glad that I did.

Linda is still campaigning as I write this book – she must be one of the longest-running cannabis campaigners in the world.

NORWICH MEETINGS

 

The CLCIA held irregular meetings in Norwich. Most attracted between 10 and 15 people and largely consisted of toking sessions as if we had to burn it all up as fast as possible, with me trying to keep the meetings to an agenda. 

 

To be honest, although they were fun, I would hardly say that they were productive. It put me off meetings!

Activities in the CLCIA were mostly due to the efforts of Jack, Tina and myself. There was plenty of support but also plenty of excuses when it came to actually doing something.

Jack has accumulated several boxes of fliers that they had had printed whilst I was away. When I discovered them I asked Jack why he was keeping them:

"Why don't we give them out at fairs and festivals, Jack?"

"There's no hurry," he said, "They are part of the history."

But for unforeseen circumstances that were soon to hit us, I do believe Jack would still have them today.

We held most of the meetings either in Jack's Yard or in a local café

We produced new fliers, and I started to build my web site, The Cannabis Campaigner's Guide, CCGUIDE (http://www.ccguide.org) which was to provide information, news and contacts for cannabis campaigners.

I met Derek Williams. I had written to Derek in 1992, after reading his letter in the Norwich Evening News, but was banged up before I got to meet him. However, he did make the effort to go down to Jack's Yard and by the time I was out and about again, he had become involved with the CLCIA, albeit from his personal anti-tobacco approach.

All was not well between Derek Williams and the some of the other CLCIA members who claimed that Derek was trying to "high-jack" the campaign to become pro-cannabis but anti-tobacco. Things were at a boiling point.

Derek has been one of the most argumentative of all the active cannabis campaigners I ever met, often to the point of being disruptive: he was committed only to his way, harm reduction, and often appeared top me as a "control freak", wanting strict regulations.

I tried to heal the rifts, tried to make sure that Derek was given a chance to put forward his views, but I failed in that. 

 

He would often resort to abusiveness in discussions that became rows, calling people "silly". I told him that I had just spent over four years in places where he would not have said those things in public without repercussions, that it was simply not polite.

On one occasion, when Howard Marks was due to make an appearance on a TV show called The Warehouse, in Norwich, and several of us managed to get tickets to attend, Derek turned up and complained that Mick Pryce was not dressed suitably, even though Mick was only a member of the audience and not due to speak and even though it was actually nothing to do with Derek. Mick felt so insulted that he left.

I do believe Derek contributed much effort but had his people management skills been better, he would have achieved far more. Instead, he alienated so many. A shame.

GENERAL ELECTION 1997: HOWARD MARKS

Mid-1996 we were looking towards the next General Election, this time vowing that we would not let other parties prevent us from having our say and we wanted to put up at least one candidate.

We all thought it would be wonderful if we could get Howard Marks to stand for CLCIA in the 1997 General Election – all we needed to do was meet him and ask.

Howard had been labelled by the press as the cannabis "Mr Big" and "Mr Cannabis" of the 1970's and 1980's – he had supposedly brought huge quantities of cannabis to the UK from Afghanistan, Pakistan, Morocco, Lebanon and other places.

Many of the tokers of those days had smoked Howard's product which was probably all excellent – he had become the UK's Mr Cannabis.

Howard had written a book called "Mr Nice" and, guess what – it started off with Howard driving to Norwich to buy a passport in the name of Donald Nice, a local builder whom I had known but who had since passed away.

I had wondered if Howard Marks was the Welshman that Donald Nice had brought to my basement flat for an hour for a smoke – it later turned out that it has been, and we toked on some fine Lebanese hash that Howard later told he he had probably had imported.

Donald pronounced his name "Niece" (like the French town) but Howard pronounced it "Nice" (as the opposite of "nasty") I was glad Howard had not become Mr Nasty – whenever I met him he always seemed nice!

We would fight both Norwich constituencies

First we announced that we would select two candidates, one for each Norwich North and Norwich South.

UK: Pro-drug party to fight election seat

David Barrett

Evening News, Norwich

Wednesday 3 July 1996

Pro-cannabis campaigners are to put forward a candidate at the next general election in Norwich North, it was revealed last night The local pressure group will be one of the first to run in a parliamentary election on a pro cannabis ticket. The Norwich-based Campaign to Legalise Cannabis International Association will choose between four potential candidates later this month. Chairman Jack Girling said: "There's still no headway for legalisation after 25 years of campaigning, so the next step is to give the issue to the people.

"There's a groundswell of opinion that cannabis should be legalised."Mr Girling says the candidate would seek election under the name of the Cannabis Party and he expects to attract at least 5000 votes, retaining the £500 election deposit. The drug, which is also known as dope hash, pot or weed, is usually smoked in cigarette form and is thought to be used by up to 1.5 million people in the UK. Supporters say it is a harmless alternative to alcohol or tobacco which can help relieve chronic pain from cancer, arthritis, multiple sclerosis and glaucoma. The local campaign, which has 280 members, will canvas homes in the city to attract votes. "We hope to get more awareness of the facts about cannabis," said Mr Girling. Director of the drugs and legal advice agency Release, Mike Goodman, believes this will be one of the first examples of a pro-cannabis candidate in a British election. Similar candidates are expected to run for seats elsewhere at the general election."We always have a no smoking policy at our election counts," said returning officer for Norfolk North, John Bryant

Then we named the candidates we had chosen.

Ready for polls, Legalise pot group makes its choice

Evening News, Norwich

Saturday 7 Sep 1996

A SELF-EMPLOYED labourer and a mature student are to contest Norwich's two Parliamentary seats - calling for cannabis to be legalised. Michael Pryce, 50, and John Adam, 44, were approved by members of the Campaign to Legalise Cannabis International Association. And a spokesman for the organisation, which has over 350 members in the county, said they were hoping to attract at least 5000 votes in both Norwich constituencies."Originally we were only going to put up a candidate in Norwich North," he added."But a lot of our members live in the Norwich South area and were disappointed they weren't going to be given the chance to cast their votes as well."Mr Pryce, a divorced labourer with no children, lives at Aylmer Towers, Mile Cross and will fight Norwich South. He is also a tenant representative on the Mile Cross area Housing Committee. Mr Adam is married with two daughters aged 19 and 12. He lives in Gildencroft, off St Augustine's, and was a free-lance design assistant before starting as a theoretical physics student at the University of East Anglia. Bashir Khanbhal, Conservative candidate for Norwich South, a pharmacist, said voters would not be interested. "Quite frankly I think it is an insult to the British voter that they are being asked to vote on a single issue. Most reasonably intelligent people will want the chance to consider a whole manifesto," he said. Labour's constituency party chooses its candidate at a meeting on October 6. Party bosses are thought to want to whittle the candidates down to a short-list of six this weekend. Agent John Cook said: "Single issue candidates are an irrelevance in General Elections - and there is data to prove that."

Ha! So the Tory did not think intelligent people would vote for a single issue party and Labour thought a single issue candidates were irrelevant! Those attitudes were part of our reason for standing; they put themselves on pedestals.

We wanted Howard Marks to stand so we started trying to make contact.

It was not long before we heard that Rob Christopher, who later changed his name by deed pole to Free Cannabis, had booked an old cinema in London for a cannabis conference, and that Howard Marks were amongst the speakers. 

 

An opportunity not to be missed. So we booked a van and a dozen or so of us went along, including Jack and Tina.

It was there that we asked Howard, first privately then publicly, to stand for election. He said yes as long as it was on the single issue of cannabis. Just what we wanted.

Jack and Tina had been booked to speak at Free Rob's Cannabis Conference, but Tina said she'd prefer me to take her place. We were actually announced as "Jack and Teeni" - I guess I was Teeni! That did not help. I suggested to Jack that we use the same formula that had been so successful a few years earlier when Will Hutchinson and I addressed the Cambridge Institute of Criminology. Jack agreed – we were to take turns speaking.

I did ten minutes as an opener and passed the microphone to Jack.

Jack said :"OK then, so how many of you think cannabis should be legalised?"

Silence. 

 

Then a few murmurs. "That's why we're here!", somebody shouted. "Where you at?" said somebody else.

There were only about 30 people in the room but all were waiting for Jack to continue. He didn't. It seemed like he'd frozen up! So I carried on, spoke for about ten minutes, and that was that.

Howard Marks later came on and I asked him if he would stand in Norwich on the single issue, at the next election, and he agreed.

This was to be the start of a new era in my life; again.

MORE THAN ONE SEAT

We decided to let the world know that Howard Marks would stand for election on the single issue of cannabis.

We did this by spreading the news as a 'rumour', asking people to keep it quiet and not tell anyone else.

Within a few days the local newspaper, the Evening News in Norwich, phoned Jack and asked him about the rumour. He said it was true and they wrote an article. That kind of made it official!

The CLCIA was about to contest our first General Election and we decided we could fight both Norwich North and Norwich South as parliamentary candidates could stand in as many constituencies as they liked so long as they had the deposits and nominees. That had apparently been quite common in the 19th century to ensure some people won at least one set. But if a candidate did win more than one seat, they had to take no more than one.

Howard decided to stand in Neath, near his home town in Wales, and Southampton Test, in the General Election of 1997. There were others to organise those constituencies: I would focus on trying to help out in Norwich.

BANNED FROM STALL FOR GIVING AWAY FOOD

Meanwhile, in Norwich, we were about to get into trouble with Norwich City Council for giving away harmless but nutritious hemp seeds from our Information stall in the city centre. We were buying them by the kilo at £1 a time from local shops. We gave away both cooked and flavoured, and untouched seeds along with information on hemp.

Pro-cannabis group banned from city market

Evening News, Norwich

Monday 13 Jan 1997

Pro-cannabis campaigners have been banned from a Norwich market after handing out seeds of the illegal plant. The Campaign to Legalise Cannabis International Association gave the seeds to people visiting an information stall. And Norwich City Council has banned the organisation from the Haymarket after complaints from the public. But the campaign - which plans to contest Norwich's two parliamentary seats at the General Election - is ~ threatening a court injunction against the hiring of any council property by political groups. A spokesman said "The CLCIA considers the refusal to hire the stall would put our candidates at a disadvantage".The row follows a display by the group in December at the Haymarket. Police received 10 complaints about the distribution of seeds. Distributing cannabis seeds is not illegal - the question of legality only arises when they have grown into plants. Helen Selleck, the council's community arts and events officer, said: "We recognise this was not an illegal activity. But they acted outside the terms of their contract. Some complaints suggested seeds were handed out to young people"Norfolk police drugs education officer Richard Price said: "Cannabis seed once grown is an illegal substance".

Several issues arose out of the ban and the press report. I was sad to see Richard Pryce (no relation to Mick) claiming that cannabis was an illegal substance – it was in fact illegal to possess, cultivate or supply. As for Helen Selleck, she was unable to show that we were in breach of contract and we were allowed to use our stall again. But that was after what became our first successful international action – a powerful letter and email campaign from around the world, in our support, to Norwich City Council's Community and Events Office. Helen told me she had been on holiday for a week and came back to hundreds of messages. It also turned out that six of the seven people that had complained were police officers! Upset that we were not breaking the law?

The Council then agreed that we could have our stall back on condition that we gave away only cooked seeds. We agreed as we felt we had no choice and the Information Stall was more important than this particular battle. However, we DID give away uncooked seed – to the pigeons!

The stall was run mostly by Mick Pryce and Mick Fell, bot now deceased, and Mick Brown. The "Three Micks!"

THE UNIVERSAL CHURCH OF THE HOLY AND SACRED HERB – UCHASH

Jack Girling went on to found his "Universal Church of the Holy and Sacred Herb" (UCHASH) and they organised a session for smoking a chillum in the Cloisters of Norwich Cathedral after several letters were sent to the Bishop asking for a meeting, with no success.

I was not a member of that Church – I am not sure I even understood it – but I supported their Rights. So when I saw on TV that the police had "pounced" on a a circle of people smoking the chillum in the open air, all filmed by Anglia TV, I was outraged.

As the Chillum was passed amidst cries of "Boom Shankar" and "Alli Ali Ganja", the police pounced. They had been hiding behind some of the pillars surrounding the Cathedral cloisters.

The police just took the chillum off one of the people in the circle. It was filled with lavender. Police stopped the religious ceremony to search them all.

Jack had a small piece of cannabis resin in his pocket – for some unknown reason -and was arrested.

I wrote to the Police Complaints Authority (run by police) and eventually received a visit at my house which was stinking of freshly-smoked weed. The one officer said he was not interested in that, just what I had to say. He told me I was the only person in the UK to have complained. I asked if it would remain on record and when he said yes, I dropped my complaint. What was the point if I was the only one.

I helped Jack get his court case together and the Judge even said he could call whosoever he wished, even the Bishop and Dean of Norwich cathedral, and the Home Secretary.

It was the most disappointing court case I ever witnessed. It was, for me, a massive opportunity, but Jack decided that quoting one sentence from the Bible and one sentence from Human Rights, was enough. He presented the Jury with two or three pieces of paper and said "I rest my case". He was convicted unanimously. It was on the day of the anniversary of Human Rights

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FIRE

It was not long after that DISASTER struck.

I was awoken in the early hours with by phone calls first from Tina Smith, Jack's partner, then from Derek Williams, telling me Jack's Yard had been burned down. I watched it on the TV News.

Derek rang back and said he wanted to say that it may have been an arson attack by a group opposed to the CLCIA. I said I wanted to find out more before saying anything. Suddenly Derek was on the news saying we had been attacked.

The Yard and the CLCIA HQ were gone, burned to the ground in a ferocious fire – all that wood, and paper and paint and canisters of gas, they had to spray the nearby houses with water to keep them cool.

After that, the number of new members per week dropped to almost zero. We had nowhere to meet. We had lost many of our records. Jack and Tina, not even insured, were devastated.

I don't know how, but we pushed on. Jack, Tina and volunteers searched the cinders for anything remotely useful – I guess that was there way of handling the trauma. Somebody gave us a caravan and we sat in that for our meets.

The police never convicted anyone for arson – they had caught just one guy caught running away. He claimed that thugs had thrown him onto the roof from the nearby Magdalene Street fly-over, had crashed through the roof to find a fire burning. Personally I never thought it was an organisation behind the fire, but maybe somebody local hated us enough?

It was devastating for Jack and Tina – they had lost their property, their business and their income.

SUE NEAL AND PARADOX DELIGHTS

I rented a shop in St Augustine's Street in Norwich. This was with the help of Sue whom I had met at the Yard. We called it "Paradox Delights" after a Dutch Coffeeshop called "Paradox" which was to try to show the paradox of the law. It was just a small shop with a low rent and we would use it as Election Campaign HQ, sell skins and artwork. 

 

We thought that if we could sell just 100 packets of skins (rolling papers) a week it would cover the rent. It was a struggle, especially when volunteer staff failed to show or in one case turned a blind eye to shoplifters.

To the rear of the shop was a small print works run by Alex; Alex was a great help, then, in helping get our printing done.

There was a friendly café next door, run by several campaign supporters. We had our meetings there – usually 13 of us. I never know why so many of our small local meetings had 13 of us attending? Jack thought that was significant. I think he thought twelve of us, not always the same twelve, were his disciples.

Howard Marks came to Norwich and I remember as if it was yesterday him walking into Paradox Delights. I discovered that in fact I had met him in the late 70's, when he was in Norwich to get his Mr Nice passport. Small world for sure.

ESCORTING HOWARD

I took Howard to several local shops that were supporting us, like Martin Wyatt's "Head in the Clouds" which was one of the very first "head shops" in Britain.

I also took Howard to the caravan in the burnt-out Yard. Everywhere he went people wanted him to sample their crop, tell them it was good. In the evenings Howard wanted to visit pubs and clubs to gather support.

I must say that campaigning was fun although difficult to get many people to help.

I spoke with Howard and we agreed that in an attempt to create and show unity, we would invite Derek Williams to take the role of Election Agent for Howard. I am still not sure that was a good idea as Howard and Derek differed strongly on the tobacco issue but Derek played his part and on one occasion spoke at Hustings in Norwich North.

One evening about ten of us went with Howard to a local night club. I must say that was a new experience for many of us; we weren't all night club people!

We were being followed about, at that time, by several people with cameras that wanted to produce a video record of our campaigning. So the cameras were also on us in the night club.

At one point an attractive young girl came over and said she recognised Howard and wanted to ask some questions. She was very friendly, even shared a joint (smoking was allowed in night clubs in those days, although smoking joints was done discreetly).

JD, one of the founders of the CLCIA, asked her "Are you a policeman?"

"Yes", she said, "but I work in London. I am just up in Norwich for the weekend and off duty. I do support you, but please don't put my face on camera."

JD must have had a good nose for sniffing out police! Ha!

At the University of East Anglia (UEA), Howard gained the support of "Tricky"; everyone cheered him, this was beginning to look like an easy election – if only they all lived locally and were registered to vote. Support on the street whilst handing out fliers, was good too – we had lots of names on our petitions on the Information stalls. Of course there were the occasional negative comments and even verbal abuse – but the range of people that supported us was impressive – even some of the police.

We came across the local Green Party candidate sometimes, whilst we were out campaigning.

Whilst she was for sure sincere, she knew nothing about cannabis – and neither did any of the other candidates, one of whom was Charles Clarke, who won the seat and later became Home Secretary for Labour.

As time went on we became less fearful and more confident in our shop – Paradox Delights – and it became a focal point for the campaign – we put posters in the window; we "came out", decided to let people know why we were there.

The trouble was that we were hardly generating enough money to pay the bills.

POLITICAL ELECTIONEERING

Derek Williams was appointed as Howard Mark's election agent, at my suggestion in an attempt to bring unity, although I was the one to hand in the Nomination papers and the £500 deposit demanded from anyone that wants to stand for Parliament. I also spent much of my time taking Howard Marks around when he was in the area. Howard was also contesting two other Constituencies, Neath and Southampton Test and he had to put in an appearance or two, at least, in each. I had plenty of time to get to know Howard: we were similar but different. We had both been born in Wales, come across cannabis at University, recognised its potential, done fairly lengthy prison sentences and written books. Howard liked to indulge in alcohol, tobacco and cannabis, seemingly as much as possible. I had no objection to that. I do think, however, that I have more of a liking for food.

At one Hustings in Norwich South, Derek Williams, from the audience, asked which candidates had smoked cannabis. Of course Howard immediately admitted it, as did Adrian Holmes the Green Party candidate, but the big surprise was Charles Clarke, who said he smoked it in the USA whilst at University. He repeated (and explained) this in press interviews later. He was in fact one of the first UK MP's to admit to having toked cannabis. I did not get on so well when I asked at the next Hustings how many of those that admitted to having smoked cannabis would turn themselves into the police. Only Howard said that he would and, in fact, had.

We went out campaigning on the streets, to the University of East Anglia, Norwich City college, several clubs and bars. I can't say it was easy getting people to come along from Jack's Yard to help us: they preferred, seemingly, to sit around a fire and get stoned.

As a result of all that a film was shown on TV the next year, late at night, and is still available to watch on line. It is called "Howard Makes His Mark" and although showing exactly what was happening in the public eye, I cannot say it put everyone in good light. It even has Howard saying that he did not see eye-to-eye with Derek whom, Howard said ".. seems to have his own agenda."

BUSTER NOLAN

Buster was a Druid and a friend of Don Barnard and lived in Essex, near Braintree. Although he was not a member of our group, he stood up for hemp and for changing the law. He was greatly involved with saving the trees and said that hemp was a cousin of the trees. He stood for election in Braintree in 1997 on behalf of his New Millennium, New Way Party and seemed to go down well with his eccentric manners of a poet.

A RESULT – OF SORTS?

The day of the election and the "count" came and soon the declarations of the results came.

There were two vote counts, one each for Norwich North and Norwich South, in different locations. Most of us, along with Howard, went to Norwich North where we thought we would get our best result. Derek was there being very optimistic - "I think we've done really well," he told Howard and I.

Candidates are allowed to take a specified number of "Counting Agents" to watch, but not interfere with, the counting of votes. It was, to say the least, boring. Fortunately, we were able to pop out for refreshments and a toke.

Howard gained about the same percentage in each constituency: 1.1 to 1.6%. I thought that was quite good considering it was our first election, but Howard seemed pretty devastated. His percentages in Neath and Southampton were a little lower.

The problem was, we said, that so many of our supporters were either not even registered to vote, or never bothered – and then we had those that supported us but were loyal to other parties. But we had gained some publicity, raised the debate, and spoke to and in front of our two new MP's: in Norwich South, Charles Clarke who later became Home Secretary and in fact the only Home Secretary at the time of writing that ever agreed to meet us; in Norwich North Dr Ian Gibson for Labour, who supported legalisation. 1.6% was enough to do so somewhere in the future.

There was at that time no such thing as "Legalise Cannabis Party" but that is what the press called us - Howard was an independent.

“My name is Hellmut – you want smoke some joint” - Taken from: "All About My Hat - The Hippy Trail 1972" by Alun Buffry

Taken from: "All About My Hat - The Hippy Trail 1972" by Alun Buffry
(Available at Amazon as Paperback and for Kindle)

“My name is Hellmut – you want smoke some joint” .

He had lit and was offering them a joint – on the bus!

Well, I could tell Al liked the smell so he quickly accepted it with a “Danke” (thank you in German, Al thought). He took three rapid puffs and passed it to Keith who took three puffs and passed what was left back to Hellmut.

Al was feeling quite self-conscious about smoking on a bus heading to Pakistan. He thought everyone was looking.

He turned round to look back down the bus.

Almost every seat had a man leaning out and looking back up the bus at him!

And, Al noticed, they were all grinning and smiling and nodding - as if to say “You are stoned now, as we are stoned too."

Al thought those men probably did not smoke cannabis but it must have been in their blood, handed down over the centuries.
He relaxed, chatted with Helmut a while – Helmut said he travelled that route every year for ten years. Then as the calming effect of the lovely hash took over, he sat and started to enjoy what was to be an incredible journey through the Khyber Pass.

The over-laden coach trundled on, struggling up hills and rounding bends with sheer drops, then down and up again. At the end of most down bits there was a small waterfall. At the end of each up bits there was a beautiful view, often including the same road below them, winding around the boulders in between the fields.

Khyber Pass

At some places there were what looked like caves in the sides of the hills.

We passed small groups of men that seemed to be just sitting and looking; we saw young boys driving herds of sheep or goats or camels and several times we had to stop to let them pass us.

Occasionally we saw groups of women carrying baskets, bundles or clay pots on their heads, trailed by urchin-looking children – her children always waving at the coach.

The women here were dressed very differently and, Al thought, more practically than those in Burkas. These showed their faces beneath head-scarves decorated with beads and chains and quite colourful too. These must be tribal mountain women, Al thought.

The coach was moving quite slowly and Al had a chance to take a couple of photographs through the window, of the valley below. He wished he had more film, but thought he would not be able to afford it .

Hellmut was quite jolly company and did lot of talking – they smoked another couple of joints.

He explained that he travelled this same route for years and the border post guards knew him – he always gave them a little money and they left him alone. He also said that every year he visited Afghanistan and Pakistan, India and Nepal, and arranged for shipments of hash to be sent back to London where his partner lived. He travelled for six months, then went back to London and his partner did the same. They were paying off customs everywhere, including the UK, and they were making a lot of money. But, he said, he preferred to stay in cheap hotels, not the big ones, and then he met people.  So Hellmut too, was heading for the Hotel Rainbow.

“Very very cheap”, he said, “But it is OK for a few days, but do not eat their food – it is better to go out to eat in a secret local restaurant that I know, it is good and clean.”

Hellmut said that after Peshawar, he was heading to Lahore and then would fly to Amritsar where the “Golden Temple” was and where travellers could sleep and eat for free, courtesy of the Sikhs. The same plan as Al and Keith's – they used to call it the “Hippy Trail.”

It was quite a journey until they reached Peshawar, but once there, with Helmut leading the way, they soon found and booked into the Rainbow Hotel. Reception gladly changed Afghani money into Pakistani Rupees.

The room for Al and Keith was small with two beds, but the view out of the window into the street below was good.

It was May 5 1972.

The street looked like a chaotic mishmash of tumble-down buildings with broken or torn flags hanging everywhere. The road was pot-holed. It was crowded with people. There was a restaurant across the road. Al took a photograph – not many left.

There was no toilet in the room. In fact, there did not seem to be one visible at al. So still with me on his head, he went to the reception to ask.
“On roof,” said the small man sitting behind a desk reading a newspaper. He did not seen interested.

Al climbed two flights of stairs to find a door that opened onto the roof.

In the middle of the roof was a wooden structure with three doors, a couple of steps up and inside there was a hole in the concrete floor and a jug of water. The water was to wash instead of the Western toilet papers we had seen in some cities.

Below the hole was another level of concrete – piled with human shit. It was smelling real bad even though the day was cooling fast as the light was beginning to fade. The whole place was, of course, swarming with flies.

Later Al learned that the place was emptied once a day, the shit shovelled into wicker baskets lines with rushes and leaves, to be carried down through the hotel and into the street. Al could not imagine what they did with it after that. Those poor women deserved a reward. But he had nothing spare to even offer.

A while after returning to the room, there was a knock on the door. Keith jumped up and opened it and there stood Hellmut, grinning and with a smoking joint in his hand.

“Hello my friends, you want to smoke some hash with me and I buy you dinner?”

So they puffed on the joint, their spirits again lifting. Al had been wondering where he was – absolutely everything was so different to his home city; in fact it was so different to anything else he had seen even in the places we had passed through.

Al was thinking, what is different: well for starters the smells and the air, the people and their costumes, the language and the script, the food and the drink, the streets and the buildings, the transport, the health care, the hygiene and safety rules and protection, life expectancy and family life, politics and religion, even the ways in which business was conducted - people argued over prices.

And, thought Al, what is the same – well I guess I am, he thought – I guess everyone, well most people, have two arms, two legs and two eyes; we're all breathing; we probably all want the same thing, We all want to achieve something and to find fulfilment, peace, love, freedom.. We probably all wonder at some time what life is all about – or maybe their religions satisfy all that.

Al began wondering why he was travelling – what was he looking for. Religion and science had failed him, now he was feeling like he was wandering far from home, maybe risking his health and safety, taking risks in a dangerous part of the world and with very little money. “Am I nuts?” he thought.

But so far this adventure had gone well, and in any case there was only one direction to go and that was India. Al thought that it was said people could find answers in India – it was where The Beatles had gone to their Guru called Mahesh Yogi. It was a land of many beliefs, supposedly with enlightened beings willing to impart the truth. Or so he'd read. Probably not like that at all. And, thought Al, I probably don't have enough money to buy enlightenment.

Pesahwar

Outside in the damp street, the women were dressed in black Burkas again, or colourful cloth wraps, except the Westerners of course. Some of them were well covered too and many wore head scarves. Almost all the Western men wore blue jeans, some with hats of varying sorts, and one even looking quite like myself.

The local men were of two distinct types. One lot were quite short in height and slight, dressed in what often looked like dirty pyjamas with white caps or wrapped in sheets of cloth. The other lot were massive, thick set giants over 6 feet in height, wearing turban-like headgear and armed with rifles and long swords.

Bicycles, three wheeler Rickshaws, and beasts of burden, were the main form of transport here.

Al spotted a sign above a doorway. It was a drawing of a set of false teeth.

There were three-wheeled street stalls with massive piles of apples, oranges, lemons and yellow and green melons for sale. Dirty-looking streets stalls offered strange looking food in huge pans cooking over charcoal or wood fires.

“You know, my friends, Peshawar is called the 'City of Thieves' – you can buy guns here – be careful with your bags,” said Hellmut.

“Fucking great, man,” said Keith.

The street was filthy.

“Two nights here, then I am going to Lahore on the train, if you want, my friends, I will tell the manager at the hotel and he will buy us tickets,” said Hellmut.

“How much do the tickets cost?” asked Keith.

“No problem my friends I am paying, you are my guests. Now we go to special place to eat and we can smoke hashish. It is called The Secret Restaurant and my friend from Berlin, Karl is running it. And his wife Marianna is from Switzerland. They have good vegetarian food and good music.

The Secret Restaurant was actually inside a large second floor apartment down a poorly lit back street and on to another main road, this time far busier with trucks, carts, colourful coaches, cars and bicycles – and men with donkeys carrying either them or their wares. The roadway and pavements were equally muddy and dirty and it was quite noisy. Street stalls were still selling fruit and vegetables and bottles of fizzy drinks – a lot of signs for Pepsi. Other stalls were issuing clouds of smoke or steam, offering a whole range of quite unpleasant looking foods. Hygiene was an absentee here.

But the apartment building itself, behind a large wall separating it from the road, and guarded at the entrance by a costumed and armed giant from the hills, was remarkably clean.

The guard greeted Hellmut and let us pass through the arched gateway. Hellmut pressed a buzzer near the doorway and soon a pretty young lady came to let us in. Hellmut greeted Marianna, they hugged like good old friends. She led the way for us up the stairs and into the apartment.
The apartment consisted of at least two bedrooms, kitchen, western toilet with shower and a massive living room with a balcony looking out on to what may have been the back garden or a park. There were several round tables with chairs in the room seating for maybe 16 people. That still left plenty of room for the many cushions scattered around by the walls. About half a dozen people sat at tables another half a dozen or so on the cushions. A young dark-haired girl was playing a guitar and singing 'The Circle Game”, a Joni Mitchelle song.

For a second or two Al thought it was Miriam, but no.

Al could see outside through a double glass door was a balcony – he could see people were smoking.

The three of us sat at a table; Al took me off his head and put me next on the table next to the fourth chair which was empty. I felt as if I too was a guest at this meal.

The meal was three courses of vegetarian food – two choices for each course.

Al chose dahl with bread, a Madras vegetable curry with rice, and pancakes with fruit. The dahl was a very hot dish made from lentils and onions and garlic. It was all delicious, to Al's taste. And Keith had finished his plates too. Keith had eaten vegetable samosas – triangle of pastry with spicy potatoes and vegetables inside – pasta with creamy sauce and cheese, and rice pudding for afters.

They each drank a beer. It was the first alcohol Al had drank since the Ouzo in Syria. It was not as strong but still went straight to his head. He felt giggly.

Afterwards they smoked chillums on the balcony, looking down on a garden complete with flowers and a small pool with trickling water.
Al was lost looking down at that pool. Suddenly he began to wonder where he was.

One minute there's a dirty gloomy fearful city at night, with all the hustle and bustle and smoky fumes. Next, a veggie banquet with beer and chillums and Hendrix playing ' Foxy Lady' on a balcony above a heavenly garden. "Maybe in fact", thought Al, "we're actually all dead! Or just sleeping, dreaming. Or being dreamt?"

Al was thinking of the nature of reality - or was it illusion? Science had told him that everything was made of atoms and molecules, forms of energy, but those very atoms were almost all space, with wisp-like clouds of negative charge called electrons around a positively charged nucleus itself made of tiny particles that were sometimes behaving like particles and sometimes like waves – the wave-particle duality. And in between it all, 99% was nothing but space. So we are all mostly space.

Al thought that just as ridiculous to believe as a religion saying we were all made out of and by some supreme creator four thousand years ago in the Garden of Eden.

And where was the Garden of Eden anyway?

Certainly not in Peshawar.

With that he realised he was sitting on a balcony, high as a kite, looking at a pool of water.

They drank another beer and Hellmut led them back to the hotel, this time taking a slightly different, longer but better lit route.

Was that fireworks or gunshots we could hear? Guns?

The next day was spent mostly in the Secret Restaurant smoking talking and eating.

The morning after that, they took the train to Lahore – direction India.

In comparison to the bus rides, the train journey was boring. It was about three hundred and twenty miles but it took many hours.

When they reached Lahore, Hellmut took a taxi to a hotel he knew and they soon booked in. It was another hotel for mostly western travellers.
It was the Hotel Eden!

A small hotel with about a dozen room surrounding a small open garden with small shady trees, potted flowers and a pool in the centre!

Eden! Was this the Garden of Eden that Al had been thinking about at the Secret Restaurant in Peshawar?

Small-scale cannabis users and growers to escape prosecution in County Durham and Darlington

Although I am not happy with the idea that anyone arrested for a small amount of cannabis will still be punished - that is offered treatment rather than court - as proposed by some police forces - the idea that those not making a nuisance, harming anyone, making profit, breaking other laws, may be largely ignored by police in the North East is, in my opinion, a step in the right direction in respect for Justice for Cannabis Users based upon the precept of No Victim No Crime.

This sort of step was what I was talking about in the lead up to and after the recent UK elections - that is an immediate change in policy without even changing the law and without a Royal Commission."

http://alunbuffry.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/stepping-towards-legalisation.html

Small-scale cannabis users and growers to escape prosecution in County Durham and Darlington

 

SATIVEX

SATIVEX contains cannabis, alcohol and mint.

It is prescribed because it contains cannabis, not because t contains alcohol or mint.

Yet it is the plant that provides the benefit that is otherwise banned to produce, possess or supply.

In UK law cannabis is scheduled as a drug with no medical uses.

Wonder why?

Sativex offers massive profits; cultivation at home for own use offers none.

Cannabis and the law - the essential issue

The authorities and their backers want the only available cannabis to be on prescription and through the pharmacy such as the likes of Sativex and Bedocan - same as they want to get rid of herbal and homoeopathic medicines - they want us as their slaves whilst they continue to pollute and destroy and then want us to pay through the nose one way or another for the medicines.

"They" do not want us to even choose our own seeds or foods.

Sadly, in my opinion, far too many campaigners, activists and patients are falling into the trap of trying to differentiate between users and talk about "medical cannabis" which can only mean Sativex and Bedrocan (as opposed to "non-medical" cannabis / users) whilst saying all cannabis is medicine (different to calling it medical cannabis).

I fear that their campaign, if successful, would lead to more prescriptions - increased availability of the "medicines" - and do nothing about the RIGHTS of all people to choose their own lifestyle and beliefs, and right to a private life.

Such differentiation of types of cannabis / users is not only heading in the wrong direction, bordering on accepting a level of prohibition, limiting choices but reflects a misunderstanding of the law (it is about people not substances or reasons of use - it is about what the law sees as "Misuse"), it would also be contrary to human rights to treat people differently in law because of state of health.

The media talk about "skunk" as if "Satan" - again distracting from the real legal issue - people.

EVEN IF / JUST BECAUSE Jon Snow or a relatively small minority of users may be over-sensitive or react badly to a substance is NO REASON to ban it - no reason to punish users unless they have done harm.

For me the issue of cannabis and the law always has and still is mostly about NO VICTIM NO CRIME - all else is a distraction.

Stepping towards legalisation

The first step, for me, would be to convince the public, press and politicians and judges, of the INJUSTICE of punishing people for cultivation or possession for own use in their own homes if they had not put at risk or harmed others, their Rights or their property.

That is akin to something they may understand if it was mint instead of cannabis.

But that it is for own use, the invasion of private life and practice of personal beliefs is contrary to Human Rights law (whatever the activity is) UNLESS it is illegal AND (the important word) puts at risks or harms public health, public order, national security or the Rights of others.

In other words, unless those criteria are met, the bust itself is illegal.

To get that point across we need to show that whether the plant is mint or cannabis, the criteria is the same - the risk to others is the same = none.

The JUST APPLICATION of the law is essential.

So it's not even a case of whether it is legal to grow or illegal to grow - at home, in private and for own use - that is part of PRIVATE LIFE and chosen beliefs, lifestyles.

Beyond that we move to consumption in public, sharing and supply.

l argue that for those unable to grow their own, there will be  a market, either legal or illegal.

It seems obvious to me that a contained system of outlets that are licensed to protect consumer rights and health and safety with tax on profits is preferable than a free-for-all on the street where there are no age restrictions, no guarantee of quality or purity, no accurate indication of strength and possible associated with crime and other drugs.

Economically the benefit is a massive drop in cost of policing and courts, freeing up billions annually plus the VAT and tax on commercial profits

Leave the Government to start adding its own tax and no need to push for it.

In the ideal, cannabis should be available free of charge to all in need through their doctor's prescriptions - it's just a plant and its use would save the NHS many billions.

Cannabis for Medical Use - Where to Draw the Line?

Well there seems to be some confusion here:  the heading says "legalise medical cannabis" but of course "medical cannabis" (Sativex, a whole plant extract: cannabis in alcohol) is already legal to supply here in the UK, under prescription especially In Wales.

More correctly, Pippa Bartolotti says "Cannabis should be legalised for medical use" which is agood statement but suggests that somebody somewhere will have to draw a line between when it is medical use and when it is  non-medical use and presumably Pippa is not talking about how that is going to be defined in law and what would be done with those that choose "non-medical" use, whatever that is.

Would we end up with a a section of ill and injued people being allowed to grow, buy and possess - and another lot of victimless people being prosecuted for the same activities?

 NO Victim NO CRIME, Justtice for Cannabis Justice for Cannabis Users, Equal Rights for all.

But at least Pippa has the bottle to speak up.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/election-2015-wales-32417548

Election 2015: Pippa Bartolotti's call to legalise medical cannabis

Cannabis should be legalised for medical use, according to Wales Green Party leader Pippa Bartolotti.

Ms Bartolotti will make the case for a change in approach in a speech at Cardiff University on Thursday night.
Legalising cannabis has been Green Party policy for some time.
Ms Bartolotti said: "No one has yet died from using cannabis, in fact the health benefits of cannabis in the treatment of epilepsy and cancer are already well documented."
She added: "Commercial organisations in the UK are already allowed to patent and sell cannabis extracts, whilst the population as a whole is criminalised for using it - even if it saves their life. This simply has to be changed."
Ms Bartolotti said cannabis is wrongly labelled as a gateway drug to harder substances like cocaine and heroin and it is the criminalisation of it which is the gateway.

When is skunk not skunk - the cannabis scare

Reefer madness has once again raised its ugly head in the UK.   Following a study on a limited number of mental health patients,it has been announced that 25% of them took strong varieties of cannabis.   That is 25% of those diagnosed with problems, itself a small percentage of people.

Of course there is no data on people with such problems that found help using cannabis and never had to go to a doctor or psychiatrist in the first place!

So the gutter press pick up on the report and in their usual way misrepresent the data to suggest that strong cannabis poses a significant risk to the general population, a greater risk than would weaker strains.

They also choose to perpetuate the "skunk" myth.

I don't know anyone that smokes skunk, it's just a particular strain isn't it?

Calling all strong varieties of cannabis "skunk" is like calling all vacuum cleaners "hoovers" or calling all ball-point pens "bics" - some may know what we mean but it is the sort of inaccuracy that experts and journalists ought to avoid

If supply was legalised, people would have choice and buy the strains most suitable to them, just as those that drink have choice of flavour, alcoholic content and brands. In the last ten years or so, in the UK and elsewhere, many growers have chosen big-return and powerful crops, the likes of Cheese, that contain high levels of THC but low CBD ratio. This seems not to suit some users that enjoy and benefit from varieties with a higher CBD ratio. Most buyers then do not have a choice and may buy "bud" not even knowing what it is at all - it smells, they call it skunk. 

That is no excuse whatsoever for those conducting studies and writing reports to make the same mistake - they are supposed to know better - was it really skunk those poor people smoked? I doubt it, even if they called it skunk.

On the other Colorado shops or Californian clinics, cannabis social clubs and cannabis clubs, Dutch coffeeshops - there is choice and there seems fewer claims of incidences of psychosis associated with cannabis - if they don't like it they buy something else.

And because the whole supply chain in the UK is illegal, there is no quality control, advice on THC: CBD ratio, no tax derived from profits and no lower age restrictions.

If indeed there is such a bad influence on mental health, albeit for a tiny percentage of the population, it is indeed a reason to legalise.

Glasgow bureaucrats trying to stop freedom of speech in case it promotes cannabis!

Glasgow bureaucrats trying to stop freedom of speech in case it promotes cannabis!

I guess the council would not object if it was a pro-tobacco campaign and people were smoking that plant openly, despite the fact that tobacco is untold more dangerous than cannabis and kills hundreds of thousands a year - so it must be down to law - bad law - which is what the protest is about, the very hypocrisy - that and information that could be given out that cannabis plant provides massive (and even life-saving) benefit to hundreds of thousands of people in the UK - shame on you ALL that supports the punishment of victimless people for possession or cultivation of a plant in their own homes and for their own use.

The arguments for repeal of change in law or how it is presently applied is essentially supported by several political parties standing candidates in the forthcoming elections in Scotland - CISTA (Cannabis If Safer Than Alcohol), the Scottish Green Party and the LIb Dems and, I think, the SNP - so is the council going to try to stop them broadcasting their calls for legal change too - are they going to stop them proclaiming the benefits of cannabis and the hypocrisy of the law?

It seems to me that since no offence has been committed until the time somebody lights a joint and then it is the duty of the police to react, this ban must be purely political in nature and not based upon law at all.

The laughable thing is the fact that cannabis is smoked in the park almost daily and police do nothing.  The sad thing will be the cost of policing the event as it will undoubtedly go ahead anyway - protests tend to ignore nonsense like this from politicians and civil servants.

http://www.eveningtimes.co.uk/news/george-square-cannabis-celebration-blocked-by-council-202457n.122194187
Edinburgh Times, April 6 2015

George Square cannabis 'celebration' blocked by council

PLANS to stage a "cannabis celebration" in Glasgow's George Square have been blocked by the council.

The annual '420 event' sees campaigners come together in a public place on April 20 to call for the legalisation of the Class B drug.
Last year Glasgow Cannabis Social Club held a gathering of 150 people at Glasgow Green despite the council denying the group permission.
Five people were reported to the procurator fiscal for flouting the law by lighting up in full view of police. The maximum penalty for possession of cannabis is five years' imprisonment.
Organisers of this year's event have set up a page on Facebook and more than 3000 have already agreed to descend on George Square.
Among the speakers will be a former Strathclyde police officer who campaigns for the legalisation of drugs.
However, The Evening Times has learned that Glasgow Cannabis Social Club has not been given the green light to use George Square.
A spokesman for Glasgow City Council said: "They applied for permission and we refused. We told the applicant we were refusing permission because the event appeared to encourage the use of cannabis and it was felt that this would not be appropriate."
If the event goes ahead a range of drug paraphernalia, such as pipes, bongs and rolling papers, will be available to buy in George Square.
Speakers are expected to promote the so-called health benefits of the plant as well as encouraging people to "grow their own".
Among those taking to the stage will be retired Glasgow police officer Jim Duffy, a former chairman of the Scottish Police Federation, who now speaks for pressure group Law Enforcement Against Prohibition (LEAP).
However, the planned event has been criticised by Scottish Conservative chief whip John Lamont who said: "Festivals openly promoting and championing illegal behaviour cannot be tolerated, particularly in one of Glasgow's focal points.
"Last year, people were openly smoking cannabis on Glasgow Green, and it seemed the police were powerless to do anything about it.
"That cannot be allowed to happen this time round."
A spokesman for Police Scotland said: "We are aware of the potential for events and gatherings related to cannabis on April 20. If events are to take place they will be policed appropriately."
Glasgow Cannabis Social Club declined to comment.