On Tuesday, July 4,1978, the patriotic pot smokers of America will celebrate the 202nd anniversary of the Revolution with our annual smoke-in on the lawn of the White House in Washington, D.C. It will be a festive event: a good time will be had by all.
I thought “The Dope Industry” [High Times, April ’78] was an excellent overview of the trade, but the article didn’t mention one possibly major participant in it. What influence does organized crime have in this $4-billion-a-year enterprise?
Q: Back in your article on the federal pot farm in Mississippi [High Times, “The Garden,” November ’76], one government scientist said, “Certain micro-organisms improved the psychotomimetic activity [of marijuana] up to five times.” How can I grow these little beasties on my weed?
The High Times Dope Photography Contest started an epidemic—so many readers were bitten by the shutterbug (over 2,000 entries as we go to press) that we need more time to give each entry the careful evaluation it deserves. Therefore, the winners will be announced in our September ’78 issue, rather than in August as originally planned.
Irecently spent a week at the Club Mediterranée in Martinique because I needed a vacation in the sun—and I’d heard it was a wild place to go by yourself. At $715 (including charter air fare) the price was right, if the action wasn’t merely rumor.
Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “In politics, nothing ever happens by accident. If it happens, you can bet it was planned that way.” This is the spirit in which Conspiracies Unlimited, the most amusing newsletter I have seen in some time, approaches conspiratology, perhaps the most significant mass psychosis of our time.
Dogtown" is at the bottom of glittering Beverly Hills. It's the working-class guts of Santa Monica-Venice-West L.A., crammed with matchbox houses, fast food and dopers. The hottest, rowdiest, most radical skateboarders in the whole world roll out of Dogtown.
The Senoi are a tribe of some 12,000 aborigines living in the jungle highlands of Malaysia. They are one of the few peoples on earth to whom violence is completely unknown. Not only do they never fight among themselves, but the warlike tribes who surround them leave them strictly alone, fearing Senoi magic.
The nation’s consumer pot lobbies are warning marijuana users to be on the lookout for paraquat pot but caution that much of the alarmist publicity spread on the subject may be government propaganda. Meanwhile, in moves to protect potheads, a private research foundation has established a test for contaminated marijuana, and NORML has filed suit for an injunction to cease spraying of the 1978 Mexican marijuana crop with paraquat, scheduled to begin any day now.
KINGSTON, JAMAICA—The inner-city ganja trade is thriving here due to a three-month-old strike by Carreras, the country's sole cigarette manufacturing company. Reports indicate that each small spliff is now fetching $1.50 to $2, up from 60 Jamaican cents before the strike.
The April “Highwitness News” story titled “Death Toll Rises in Latin Dope War” erroneously stated that Martin and Barbara Karper were involved in exporting marijuana from Colombia. Martin Karper, a retired New York attorney, was killed along with his wife when bandits attacked and robbed his beach-front ranch.
BOGOTA—Colombian police have been licensed to kill anyone in the dope business without fear of legal reprisal, according to a recent decree signed by President Alfonso Lopez Michelsen. The new law makes killing “legally justified” when carried out by a government agent during an operation planned to “prevent or suppress the production, processing or trafficking of drugs.”
ISLAMABAD, PAKISTAN—Ten tons Of sealed and pressed hashish ready for shipment to Great Britain and the Netherlands was confiscated by Customs agents near here in the largest cannabis haul ever made in this country. The hashish, wrapped in ten-kilo bricks and stamped with a blue-and-gold se .i depicting a dragon spitting fire, was found inside three converted gasoline tanker trucks in Poshwar, capital of the North-West Frontier Province, 70 miles northwest of here.
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SANTA MARTA, Colombia—So many U.S. marijuana dollars are being changed for pesos in Guajira banks that Colombia’s huge Banco Republico has suspended all dollar purchases here. Branch manager Francisco Ortega explained that vaults in the Riohacha and Maicao branches are just not big enough to hold the bills from the Guajira grass industry, projected to chum out over $2 billion worth of marijuana in 1978.
MANAURE, Colombia—Any unauthorized plane landings in Colombia will now lead to the confiscation of the plane by the Department of Administrative Security's (DAS) narcotics air force regardless of the plane’s cargo, High Times has learned.
An imminent appeals court decision may invalidate certain grandjury procedures used to coerce dope-law victims into testifying against their friends and acquaintances. The test case involves a New Mexico woman waiting in jail for the results.
ST. PETERSBURG, FLORIDA—Four gangland-style slayings here are only part of a series of bizarre events surrounding the smuggling vessel Gunsmoke, which had 15 tons of Jamaican marijuana in its hold when discovered sunk off the western coast late last fall.
MIAMI—A new and anonymous drug-testing service has made an appearance here with hopes of serving the entire country with free and accurate lab analysis of street drugs. Up Front Incorporated will also publish a monthly newsletter called the Street Pharmacologist.
This summer many of America’s 20 million pot smokers will gather together for the intense celebration and consumption of their favorite weed. With the bicentennial a thing of the past, this year’s sum mertime smoke-ins promise to be the best group parties going—T-shirts, sunshine, steel bands and big fat joints.
Michael Medved, coauthor of What Really Happened to the Class of ’65, claims NBC censors have bogarted the joints from the network sitcom. “I’ve seen the show five times and not once has marijuana been mentioned, even though it was a decisive factor among the kids.
I would to rest like a serious to begin misunderstanding this month by laying that seems to have arisen in certain quarters because of some offhand remarks about Colombian dope I made in my recent cannabis connoisseurs column. The question was first brought to my attention by a heavy dealer—he weighs 280 pounds.
Laraine Newman’s first job as a paid performer came when she was a teenager; she appeared in a summer theater program in the parks of her native Los Angeles. Later she studied mime with Marcel Marceau in Paris and took classes in theater at the California Institute of the Arts.
The politics of pot have changed just about everywhere in the Western world. Many nations are adopting less harsh dope laws in general, and indications are that the future favors even more leniency regarding personal use of many drugs and herbs.
In Cairo’s Kafur Park, the pungent grey-green pall of burning hashish hung in the autumn air for weeks among the palms and plane trees. Every day the soldiers set fire to another few acres of excellent Kafuri green, and the fellahin peasants around town lamented as though it were their own male children being incinerated by the Khalif Baybars al-Bunduqdari.
Because there aren’t any others. What passes for a travel magazine today is a glossy pennysaver peddling packaged tours, fobbed off on the aging credit-card holder as a cheap ticket to culture and civilization. A host of mass-market magazines specialize in retirement, vacation and armchair travel, the pseudotravel of the geriatric jumbo jet set.
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You can go anywhere in the country, and most places in the world, absolutely for free. All you have to do is stand there in the wild wind by the side of the road with the gravel scrunching under your boots, thumb out, big smile, and be patient for a while, with the arc lights buzzing overhead, the beer bottles glistening in the ditches, the rain streaming on the hardtop and the endless succession of approaching white headlights and receding crimson taillights; finally, glory be to God, somebody will pick you up!
Half Asian, half Martian, Japan’s technological environment is light-years ahead of the West—and a clear picture of things to come.
It's like stepping into a time machine—you leave for ancient, mystic Japan and arrive in the future! Japan, devastated by war, rebuilt by a technological revolution more radical than anything Karl Marx or Tom Wolfe ever dreamed of, has left the West and the rest of the world and taken off for outer space.
Not far from the coast of Kenya in the iridescent Indian Ocean lies an island called Lamu, very much the same as it was a thousand years ago. Since time out of mind, Lamu has been a bustling entrépot of the African-Arabian trade, its wharves aswarm with dhows freighting ostrich feathers, elephant tusks and green hashish, its bazaars awash with every exotic skin tone from Tibetan gold to Zulu ebony.
No matter what we have done so far, we have not yet fully realized the full potential for budget travel. At the beginning of the ’60s people in the United States were suddenly able to travel to exotic, long-range destinations in great numbers.
Hawaii, the big island for which the chain is named and also the southernmost piece of the USA, doesn’t have to be as expensive as you’d imagine from reading the Sunday travel section. In downtown Hilo (the island’s top town at 26,000 moreor-less souls), there are numerous clean clapboard hotels with prices around $9 per day single, $12 per day double, $40 per week and $105 per month.
Although the travel books barely mention it, if at all, the. palmfringed beach at Vai on Crete’s far-eastern coast seems, by some mysterious underground bush telegraph, to have become a summer haven for nomadic freaks from all over the world.
Nude is not lewd,” advises Lee Baxandall, publisher of the annual Guide to the Nude Beaches, “and your local constabulary had better believe it.” Baxandall’s catchy phrase is a summary of court decisions over nudity cases in the states of Florida, California and New York, where precedents have been set for naked togetherness in locations “where it has been designated or accepted from long usage or is otherwise the community standard in the immediate visibility area.”
Being broke and a million miles from home may be the best thing that ever happened to you. Hustling a few bucks together, you might wind up running the entire bottle-cap concession for Southeast Asia—or, more likely, you might just find a skill that you can count on to stay liquid where’er you may roam.
It’s not every day that even the most adventurous nomad is going to wake up in Papua, New Guinea, but when the occasion comes, wouldn’t it be nice to have a friend on the spot? How about Lon Huse, 25, a local schoolteacher who offers “a bed and food available for one or two travelers for a few days”?
For around $800, teenagers can enroll in a 15-day soccer clinic in Ireland with instruction by top Irish players, the most violent in the world. Trips are organized by Orbitair, 20 East 46th Street, New York, New York 10017. Practical advice about finding a job while on the road is one of the themes of Boxcar, a journal of the Women’s Itinerant Hobos’ Union ($2 annually from 1001B Guerrero, San Francisco, California 94110).
The Dope and Sex Magick of Aleister Crowleu, Good Old 666
"Come l am ready, my soul radiant, my mind whirling, my limbs trembling: is not your being equally electric, clamorous for mine? Come, the lamp also waits. and the smooth purple tube of lacquer waits, its bowl a blossom; and the vase brimined with poison is ready as I to my love's handto her slim deadly hand For Lust's sake let us lust, for Smoke's sake let us smoke!"
For me were is nobody but Aleister Crowley. To me he really was a wizard. He's been my guru for over 20 years. Some people are turned off by his exhi bitionist behavior and don’t take him seriously—which, perhaps, is just as well. He appeals to me because of his insights and his humor.
Three Manhattan cops outfitted like Starsky and Hutch snarl and hiss as New York Criminal Court Judge Bruce Wright refuses to grant preventive detention of a man charged with stealing a car. There are two possible charges for the crime in New York: illegal use of a motor vehicle (a misdemeanor) or grand-theft auto (a felony).
Not all boys are bad. Some of them are worse. Photographer Marcia Resnick decided to round up the usual suspects and separate the men from the boys. She wound up with thirteen bad boys. One of them was so bad he had his picture taken twice. The fourteenth was so bad he turned out to be a girl.
This dramatic sequence of photos shows the tracking and capture of the unregistered freighter Piter, seized in the Bahamas with six tons of smoke: (1) The Coast Guard cutter Cape Shoalwater, acting on a tip that several tons of pot are expected to he on a freighter passing approximately 120 miles northeast of Miami, spots a ship with no flag and no registration on the high seas and begins to track her.
HAVANA—Before the Cuban revolution, Cubanos and gringos alike could cop a Prince Albert tin of Santa Maestra gold at the La Florida, get stoned beneath the palms and return to listen to Ernest Fiemingway tell lies at the local cantina. Plumes of smoke mingled with the fruit headdresses at the Tropicana and magnified the moon over the Havana Riviera.
South Florida lawmen are scratching their heads over what to do with all the pot they are capturing. Successive multi-ton busts have produced such high pot tonnage that it cannot be burned quickly. Because the pot burns at such a high temperature it must be mixed with garbage so as not to destroy the incinerators.
Nares in the Southeast have been making hay lately, picking off about one of five as the early buds from the spring harvest head north. Ships and planes are following a pattern away from the red-hot Miami area, opting for the serrated coasts to the north and west.
Tampa Customs officials on a routine shakedown of a boat recently arrived from Colombia turned up 35 pounds of uncut blow. The crew of the 385-foot British-registered Patuca expressed astonishment at the find. None were arrested. The C-men also picked up 6 pounds of Colombian buds from beneath the decks.
BAHIA HONDA BRIDGE, FLORIDA—An unmanned tethered blimp based on Cudjoe Key is being used for low-altitude surveillance of the Florida straits. The gasoline-powered electrical radar system, known as Fat Albert; is 162 feet long, 52 feet in diameter and 75 feet high, holds 200,000 cubic feet of helium and is part of an airforce surveillance blimp budget of $2 million annually.
FORT LAUDERDALE—Thousands of curious onlookers crowded the beach and packed condominium terraces as an estimated 100 burlap-wrapped bales of marijuana drifted ashore from a foundering 42-foot yacht a quarter-mile off Fort Lauderdale's posh Galt Ocean Mile.
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Human ingenuity has had little trouble inventing ways to make the most of our energy resources. However, waste means added profit for power suppliers, so most of the technology remains on the drawing board, ignored by the captains of industry.
New Mexico and Hawaii recently legalized marijuana for selected medical uses in state-controlled research programs. Details of the two laws differ, but both allow doctors to prescribe cannabis for glaucoma, asthma and as an aid in cancer chemotherapy.
Joni Mitchell’s Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter (Elektra/Asylum BB-701) is a double-disk extravaganza that allows Joni room for experimentation—notably the exorcistic "Tenth World" and the wresting intensity of Wayne Shorter’s sax on “Jericho”—as well as expansion; the haunting, Indian-imaged “Paprika Plains” covers all of side two.
Women and the Cinema: A Critical Anthology, edited by Karyn Kay and Gerald Peary (New York: E. P. Dutton, $8.95), is an instructive collection of well-written essays, interviews and pieces of reportage about women in film. There is Simone de Beauvoir on the mythic qualities of Brigitte Bardot, Molly Haskell’s interview with Liv Ullmann and Susan Sontag’s analysis of Leni Riefenstahl, der Fuhrer’s favorite cinematrix, called “Fascinating Fascism” (a must for all habitués of gay bars like The Toilet).
Have a blade but no spoon? A spoon but no straw? A straw but no nose? Get it all together, you leper, with the Frost-Ade kit. This suede carryall comes with a onegram amber glass bottle and three-inch straw, razor blade and hand-polished stone of Brazilian agate, along with a spare sheath for your favorite spoon and utility pocket to hide your wedding ring in.
Michael Chance’s expertise in dope laws and lobbies is tempered by his experience as writer-reporter for the underground Madison, Wisconsin, newspaper Take Over before coming to High Times as crime and society editor in 1976. He also served as editor for the “National Weed” back in the days of its original tabloid incarnation.