That hippie sacrament
On believing in personal freedom and living outside the social mainstream
Published: May 11, 2011
My writings and public activities, however offensive or disturbing to guardians of the social order, were constitutionally protected. But my use of marijuana as a righteous component of daily life branded me as a criminal — a felon — subject to the brutal invasion of my life itself by the criminal justice system and its enforcers in uniform or plainclothes.
I'm out of space for this installment, but with your permission I'll continue to pursue this line of thought here in seeking a full understanding of the destructive impact of the War on Drugs on harmless marijuana smokers and on the fabric of our social order itself. Our lives — and our national life as well — have suffered immeasurably from the imposition and unbridled growth of the police-state mechanism that's been built up on our backs.
Me, I've been sick of this shit for all of my adult life, and I just hope I'll live long enough to see the War on Drugs dead and buried and the full range of its punitive apparatus dismantled and finally discredited once and for all.
Finally, I'd like to say it's been kicks being in the D for the frigid month of April, the Hash Bash and the 4:20 celebrations, but I'm on my way back to London and Amsterdam and I'll be writing more from there. Happy trails!
—Trans-Love Energies, Detroit
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