Last year I was getting beaten up by my fellow users for "my marijuana use." Which is really beyond the pale - i cannot use the stuff as it puts me to sleep for like a week. (Not saying i didn't smoke it a lot when younger, but cannot do that now.)
But in doing resarch for an article I wrote for the indie press, way back in the summer of 2000, I found out that the War on Marijuana is really a war on women.
I was amazed to find all the hundreds of photos of women in California's prisons, whose stories were tragic.
Often these were women in their fifties and sixties, whose crime had been using medical marijuana for Multiple Sclerosis. Seeing these women sitting in their wheel charis, with the minumum cost of their stay in jail and/or prison being $ 135 a day, I couldn't help but think that in a compassionate society, the money would be spent on research and not jailing people.
The saddest story of all was that of a yong African American woman. She had inherited some money from her granma's estate, and she used it to go to college, and also for the purchase of her condo.
But at some point, this thug started approaching her in her parking lot. He wanted to date her. He scared her, and so her response was a polite but definite "No, thank you. I have a boyfriend."
Some time later, this thug (who happened to be living in a condo in her association) got popped for major drug dealing. But all he had to do to get his sentence reduced down to three or four years was to snitch on people. So he reported her as being one of his "business partners." He immediately became a favorite of the local police, as they needed a snitch with his connections.
Then the police (or someone connected to the police) had cocaine planted in her appartment. She then got busted and at the point when I was reading her story, she was going to be serving twenty years. She would be serving the full sentence, as she had no one to snitch on.
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