It was 20 years ago, 1974, when HIGH TIMES first appeared on news stands and in head shops across America. This issue commences our 20th Anniversary year. You’ll be seeing the phrase, "20 Years & Still Growing,” a lot. It’s our new slogan. Hey, if HIGH TIMES is still around after 20 years, marijuana legalization can’t be far behind.
I have rarely been moved to write a letter against anyone, but somehow your Freedom Fighter of the Month (Sep. '93) honoring Bud Green seems to use my name in such a way that I approve of Bud. That is absolutely wrong. To set the record straight, I have appeared on programs with Bud Green, in particular the KFI show mentioned in the article that Chris Conrad, Dennis Peron and I were on.
The latest, much-ballyhooed book on the Kennedy assassination, Gerald Posner’s Case Closed (Random House, $25), appears patently incestuous before a careful reader even opens it. On the back cover, renowned novelist William Styron “cannot believe that any rational reader” could finish it and still fantasize about a conspiracy.
While Gerald Posner's lone-assassin whitewash is getting all the media attention, a new book by UC Berkeley Professor Peter Dale Scott offers a compelling view of a JFK plot that tracks deep into the subterranean structure of American political life.
JANUARY 1994 NO. 221 Tourists visiting Miami are being warned to take care which exit they choose driving off Interstate 95 in the wake of brutal “smash-and-grab” carjacking crimes. One wrong turn and an unsuspecting motorist could end up in the dangerous slums of Overtown, Liberty City—or Opa-Locka, a small, strange town bordering Miami’s northern end where, if the carjackers don’t get you, the police just might.
Has the military been covering up the murder of almost 70 servicemen by calling their deaths suicides? Were the GIs about to go public with stories of drug and weapons dealing? Or are the families of the dead simply in denial when they charge that the Pentagon’s investigations were slipshod and that their sons did not kill themselves?
FLORIDA POLICE IN “GESTAPO-LIKE” ROUND-UP OF BLACK YOUTH
The New York Post reports that Florida police, in a frenzied effort to respond to the recent wave of tourist-killing, have launched what some call a “Gestapo-like” round-up of African-American youth. Law enforcement officials in Monticello, site of the slaying of British tourist Gary Colley, questioned up to 60 black youths with criminal records in the days following the crime—despite the fact that three teenagers already in custody are the chief suspects.
A woman was recently arrested in Spain, when she attempted to smuggle four and one-half pounds of Colombian cocaine into Barcelona using a doggie bag—using a doggy as a bag, that is. Eleven coke-filled sacks were concealed in the stomach of Pochola, the woman’s St.
In the spring of 1993, Oregon state senators killed a bill that would have permitted use of marijuana for therapeutic purposes—after a Drug Enforcement Administration officer promised serious punishment for anyone prescribing or administering the drug.
It has been nearly six years since the shooting death of reggae star Peter Tosh. The circumstances surrounding his death—and who may be responsible—still remain a mystery.
A JAMAICAN MALCOLM X
“VAMPIRES AND DUPPIES”
Three men were initially implicated in the brutal murder. One, Dennis Lebban, or “Leppo,” surrendered to police and currently sits on death row in Jamaica’s Spanish Town prison. The other two were never captured and never named. Over the years, several rumors regarding the whereabouts of the missing duo suggest that either they were killed on the streets of Kingston shortly after the murder—or that they are currently living in New York City’s Brooklyn.
On August 26, with word still spreading through the cannabis underground that a snitch was about to be outed, the California and Washington state offices of NORML staged a protest in front of Seattle’s Hydro Tech grow store, denouncing the store’s owner, Kevin Bjornson, as an informant for the government.
The purchase of any indoor gardening equipment for any reason may put you under the scrutiny of taw enforcement agencies. To avoid such an invasion of your privacy, remember the following:
1) Park away from the store. Walk several blocks if necessary. 2) Always pay in cash. 3) If you have to use mail order, use a temporary mail drop—paid for with cash—and receive all mail there under a pseudonym. 4) Reveal nothing about yourself to store personnel.
Former New York City Police Officer Winfred Maxwell filed a $2 million suit against the city, charging he was illegally beaten and arrested at a Bronx drug checkpoint. Maxwell, who is black, says the officers, who were white, “freaked out” when he produced a pouch containing his legally registered handgun and license.
The Food and Drug Administration granted University of Miami researchers permission in August to begin testing the controversial addiction-inter-rupting drug ibogaine on a group of cocaine addicts. Advocates are encouraged, but say that ibogaine’s status as an investigational new drug (IND) is too limited.
FREEDOM FIGHTER OF THE MONTH: "PELLETHEAD" PELLETIER
“I think education is the key to our survival,” disc jockey Sean “Pellethead” Pelletier of the Maine town of Lewiston earnestly proclaims. This could be just another flimsy dictum if spoken by loose lips, but Pellethead is one young man who clearly walks it as he talks it.
Seventy-nine year old Mildred Kaitz of Monticello, NY, found herself on the wrong side of the law when police found four marijuana plants growing alongside her backporch. Kaitz, who is not a smoker herself, was growing the plants for her 49-year-old son Barton, who suffers from multiple sclerosis.
Just thought we’d warm your cold and snow-bound January hearts with a report from Seattle’s 3rd Annual Hempfest, July 31, one of the most fantastic rallies of last summer’s season. Beneath perfect skies, nearly 15,000—| with a peak crowd estimated at 7,500—attended the day-long event of music and hemp talk at Seattle’s Volunteer Park.
A major victory in a two-and-a-half-year battle to reform campus marijuana disciplinary policy was celebrated at Penn State University recently when school administrators agreed to accede to the organization’s demands on marijuana policy.
I am a 35-year-old, peace-loving, college-educated citizen of the United States. My life was very middle class—good job, nice home, young family—until one day in early April 1991, when local, state and federal agents arrived at my door and shattered my world.
Everybody recognizes that drug abuse is harmful, usually to the individual. Cigarettes cause lung cancer, alcohol can lead to cirrhosis, aspirin may produce ulcers, and carbonated beverages lead to tooth decay. Many drugs have even been listed as too dangerous for people to even use, much less abuse.
My name is Bill Anderson. Eight years ago while walking beside the road I was run down by a drunk driver in a pickup truck. Since then I’ve had terrible headaches and at times have been so disoriented I didn’t know my own wife or recognize my child.
During the last year, as I spoke with activists around the country, I was repeatedly asked about various conspiracies to keep hemp illegal. Frankly, I have never been very fond of conspiracy theories, especially those involving Washington.
Has the age of purification begun? Prophecy Rock may tell the story.
Near the village of Oraibi, Arizona, a 10-foot slab of rock has stood for the ages, carved with jagged lines and stick figures of people; The origin of the petroglyph on Prophecy Rock is unknown, but for the Hopi Indians of Arizona, the stone-etchings represent a key element in the Hopi prophecy.
Ziggy Marley twists open a bottle of ginseng extract and chugs it. Upstairs in New York's Academy Theatre, where Ziggy Marley and the Melody Makers will take the stage in a couple of hours, Rob Marley's oldest son is making himself comfortable.
My friend Leroy and I have a problem, We've just arrived in Jamaica to begin work on Bunny Wailer's autobiography. With three weeks of interview sessions ahead of us, we want to make certain that we have adequate supplies of herbal refreshment to cany us through.
Black Sunday (Ruffhouse/Columbia) This solid follow-up to their 1991 debut hit #1 right out of the box. More music for buddahheads, Black Sunday burned from the start with Cypress Hill’s newest statement of purpose, "I Wanna Get High.” On the hit single, "Insane in the Brain,” B-Real rapped, "Like Louis Armstrong played the trumpet, I’ll hit that bong and break ya off somethin’ soon...”
Richard Belzer is still pissed off, and he’s still funny as hell. The sharp-tongued comedian/actor has been holding a lamp of truth up to the dark foibles of politicians and pop culture icons for a couple of decades now, and though he’s found comfort and refuge in a happy marriage, his world-view shows no signs of mellowing.
Recently I took another foray into the far reaches of the Caribbean West Indies island of Jamaica. My love affair with Jamaica has been a steady part of my life for the last 20 years. The island, its culture and people, have provided me with both a spiritual and political base from which I can find my identity in a racist world.
It’s 6:00 AM, yet a remote stretch on Highway 101 is backed up for miles. The all-too-familiar sweet scent of the ganja fills my nostrils, reminding me that I’m only minutes away from Reggae on the River—the biggest event the mountains of Northern California witness annually.
Larry Williams was born in New Orleans in 1935. His family moved to Oakland, California when he was 17, and it was there that Williams formed his first group, the Lemon Drops. In 1954, while visiting relatives in New Orleans, he took a job as chauffeur to R&B star Lloyd Price, then riding high on the hit “Lawdy Miss Clawdy.”
Ritual for full THMQ integration: Pack bowl with smiling, sticky bud. Activate tune unit and blast "What The Fuck Are We Saying?” from Kravitz’s Mama Said. Do righteous bong hit. Hold smoke for at least 15 seconds. Get down on your knees and give thanks.
Here in barren Grand Forks, ND, the only strains we come across are Mexican. Although we don’t have the kindest strains, the price has been great for pretty decent Mexi. We’re paying $140 per oz. and no more than $50 for a good quarter. LSD-25 is about as rare as a week of good weather up here, if you come across any ’cid (fortunately, I have), you end up paying $10 a hit.
In many grow rooms, ventilation systems are vastly deficient. A good supply of fresh air is a prerequisite for any Victory Garden, so installing the right capacity ventilation system is essential to growing a quality indoor crop. Whether cultivating in a Vermont cellar or a Fort Lauderdale bedroom, a properly designed air-flow system will make atmospheric control of the chamber both easier and more discreet.
Hidden in the hills not far from Negril lies Ganja Mountain, home to the sweetest smoke in Jamaica. Although the exact location remains a closely guarded secret, I was recently given a guided tour of the site. After trekking uphill for over an hour, we stumbled into a clearing near the top of the mountain.
For the African slaves of old Jamaica, there were no such things as traditional doctors to cure their ills. So they turned to the hills and pastures for healing, choosing from the more than 2,000 flowering herbs and 500 ferns native to the island.
This pure skunk plant will soon be harvested a second time. After pruning all summer, the plant has become really pretty, with a strong aroma that permeates the house. Jimmy Toledo, OH This was our first attempt at growing outdoors. These plants yielded terrific results.
From the ashes of the marginalizing, apathy-inducing ’80s has risen a new generation of politically-conscious, multicultural poets for the ’90s. The new poets—with varying influences such as hip-hop, the signifiers of the Caribbean and the Beatniks—are raising hell at Poetry Slams at coffeehouses nation-wide.