After two decades of unrelenting Drug War hysteria, anti-pot propaganda and governmental repression, HIGH TIMES is booming. Even the New York Times and News-day have recently admitted that "pot is hot." But while they exaggerate the dangers, they ignore the benefits, and treat cannabis as a fad, presumably in hopes its popularity will soon fade.
I am writing this letter in reply to a letter Jack Herer wrote about me in a recent HIGH TIMES. I have never advocated violence against anyone in my life. Being the Rev. Bud Green, I have had to take a lot of flak for my beliefs in marijuana and revolution from the conservative leaders of the pro-hemp movement.
At around the age of 14, Mike Reid says he got hooked on throwing a Frisbee. He says the sensation of flinging an aerodynamic, five dollar toy somehow "enthralled” him. He began practicing, eventually entered tournaments, and, in 1987, won the junior world championships.
On December 27, Chaim Eli Jehu passed away at the age of 39. For several years, Chaim was the keeper of the Freedom Fighter mailing list, as well as one of the most devoted and hardworking of the volunteers who joined the hemp movement. "He loved being a Freedom Fighter," says his wife Joanne.
Baseball great Orlando Cepeda, in his 15th and final year of eligibility, will not be inducted into the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York. Although the San Francisco Giants and a Hispanic group in Congress backed his induction, he did not garner the necessary 75% of the votes the Baseball Writers Association casts in order to gain entrance.
The Emperor Wears No Clothes by Jack Herer (Queen of Clubs, Los Angeles, CA) has been called "the bible of the hemp movement.” Each year, as new information about hemp has been uncovered, Herer has added this material to his encyclopedic text.
"Congress shall make no law prohibiting the Free Exercise of Religion...." The Freedom of Religion Restoration Act of 1993, or RFRA—a landmark enactment designed to insure the future of religious liberty in the United States—was signed into law by President Bill Clinton on November 16.
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New "Global Mafia” Poised to Take Over?
When TVs and tabloids around the world flashed pictures of the bullet-riddled body of Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar— killed by US-trained Colombian police in December—Washington’s Drug War chalked up a symbolic victory. “He was the John Dillinger of this era, and no one will ever replace him for sheer terror and megalomania,” Tom Cash, special agent in charge of the US Drug Enforcement Agency in Miami, said the day after Escobar’s death.
WHEN THE STATE POLICE CAME TO UPROOT HIS PLANTS, GARY SHEPHERD JUST SAID NO. BY NIGHTFALL HE WAS DEAD. NOW HIS FAMILY WANTS TO KNOW WHY.
From Vietnam to Rockcastle County
“You Will Have to Kill Me First.”
Waiting for Justice
Did Gary Shepherd Have to Die?
Eastern Kentucky’s Rockcastle County is a patchwork of woods and small family farms in the foothills of the Appalachians. Generations of hardworking farmers have coaxed tobacco crops from the rocky soil. But today many turn to a more lucrative—and illicit—crop.
Feds and Hackers Exchange Cyber-Conspiracy Charges
Mark Abene, known in computer hacker circles as “Phiber Optik,” was sentenced to one year and a day on federal computer crime charges. Abene, now 21, pleaded guilty to one charge of computer intrusion and one of conspiracy in July 1993. Abene, a resident of Queens, NY, began serving in early January of this year.
Two Million Dollars in Assets Seized in Misdemeanor
The owners of central Michigan’s Rock-A-Rolla records, a chain of stores that were among the first distributors of HIGH TIMES, are enmeshed in a civil forfeiture case stemming from drug paraphernalia charges that could cost them more than $2 million in assets.
Tom Forçade was a true romantic figure. In 1972, while in Miami to protest the Republican convention, he became smitten with Gabrielle, who was staying with a leader of the Yippies. Tom took a cab to the place where they were staying and parked outside all night—with the meter running.
The cruiser was backed into a space beside the Kentucky Fried Chicken. Blissfully unaware, I sped by him at 20 miles above the limit. He pulled behind me at the first caution light; I was driving through the second signal when he put on his siren.
El Dorado DA Halts Pursuit of Medical Marijuana Provider’s Assets
In response to recent changes in California state law which make it more difficult for the state to forfeit property, El Dorado (CA) County Deputy District Attorney Eugene Gini decided to settle the four-year-old forfeiture case against medical marijuana provider Byron Stamate rather than continue to pursue Stamate’s assets.
When we asked the legendary Allen Ginsberg to contribute to this piece, he immediately thought of "Busted," an unpublished poem from his 1966 journals. He thought it might work perfectly for our anniversary issue. It does, and he kindly offered it to HIGH TIMES.
I have always loved marijuana. It has been a source of joy and comfort to me for many years. And I still think of it as a basic staple of life, along with beer and ice and grapefruits—and millions of Americans agree with me. I am not an addict but I refuse to be without it.
In 30 years of close observation, I've never seen an act of violence, aggression, jealousy or egomania triggered by use of marijuana. In fact, marijuana seems to possess all of the benevolence, grace, clarity, insightfulness and calm that the state-sanctioned drug—booze—so sadly lacks.
A couple years back, a woman from East Germany came by the farm. She was an absolutely beautiful woman, an Olympic pentathlete, about 6'2". This was after the fall of the Berlin Wall. Apparently, there was a lot of money left over from the Marshall Plan that had never been used.
Our rented car with almost all our worldly possessions had been stolen from the under ground car park on Franklin. We reported it to the police and, in the pace of events, forgot about it. After moving to Flores, we had a visit without warning from a member of the FBI. The car had been found and had been stolen by someone they were interested in.
All human cultures use something to "get off the hook"—prayer, fasting, meditation, song, dance, marijuana, hashish, kif, opium, yage, cocoa, ayahuasca, caffeine, nicotine, alcohol, peyote, mushrooms—the list is endless. Consequently, we have to conclude that the desire for some transcendental experience (of whatever potency) is part of human culture, and inherent in the species.
Picture a large group of American stoners set loose on Europe's most sensible city, Amsterdam—a fleet of 50 pot-seeking missiles who will stop at almost nothing in search of the holy grail of the marijuana world, the Cannabis Cup. Imagine smoking 32 samples of the world's Kindest in one Week and chillin' peacefully at a coffeeshop with a fresh cup of hot java.
For this year's competition, the judges were asked to taste 32 samples. Most judges had to perform this impossible task within the space of a week. This was a challenge to which few would admit defeat because, even though only one judge finished, everyone was in very high spirits.
First, it should be said that in this year's Cannabis Cup only one judge actually sampled all of the cannabis entered. With most people having only three or four days to conduct a thorough connoisseur's test of 32 samples, tasting all of them was a near-impossible task.
I started working at HIGH TIMES in February, 1986, and, like most people, was basically ignorant about hemp. Sure, I knew hemp rope came from the same plant as marijuana and that the government had exaggerated the dangers of smoking pot; but I knew little of hemp’s beneficial uses for food, fuel, fiber or medicine.
FROM DOPE TO HEMP, WE’VE COVERED EVERY IMAGINABLE DRUG STORY DURING OUR AMAZING 20-YEAR RUN. HERE NOW ARE THE "HIGH"-LIGHTS.
Back in 1974, when HIGH TIMES debuted with 52 pages of international drug reporting, the buzzword in publishing was "new journalism.” Since the ’60s, great writers like Norman Mailer, Gay Talese and Truman Capote had been blurring the lines between fact and fiction in magazine articles and books (Capote’s In Cold Blood is considered the early high-water mark in new journalism).
Summer '74, #1: "Hemp Paper Reconsidered” by jack Frazier predated HIGH TIMES’ extensive hemp coverage of the late ’80s and early ’90s. Winter ’75, #3: "Pot, Peasants ε Pancho Villa” by Robert Lemmo gave a Stoner spin to the Mexican Revolution.
Feb. ’80, #54: "HIGH TIMES Interview: Abbie Hoffman” by Jerry Rubin was more of a conversation between the founding Yippie fathers, conducted during Hoffman’s underground period after his 1973 coke bust. Hoffman interviewed R.D. Laing in Nov. ’79, #51 and penned "Steal This Meal” in Jan. ’83, #89.
Jan. '90, #173: "Dutch Provos" by Teun Voeten recalled the counterculture pioneers of the Netherlands whose anarchistic activities anticipated the Merry Pranksters, Diggers and Yippies. Voeten, a world-class photographer, has filed news stories for us from Nicaragua, Haiti and Israel.
HOST OF THE NATIONALLY SYNDICATED IMUS IN THE MORNING RADIO PROGRAM.
I never smoked any dope. The reason I didn't smoke any dope is because I was not interested in mellowing out. There was a point in my life where I was taking three black beauties and, then, could take a nap! I was on that cocaine train! I was not interested in being mellow and copping a bong some place.
Politics and commercialism triumph over reason, and ironies abound. A government which aggressively promotes the worldwide use of an addictive and demonstrably lethal drug (nicotine) imprisons those who traffic in a relatively harmless plant with apparent medical and practical benefits.
There was a beep as walked through the metal detector at the airport. I emptied my pockets onto a tray, except for the baggie of marijuana in the left-hand pocket of my jeans. A female security guard traced my body with her hand-held metal detector, which beeped when it passed that pocket.
Give me pot, give me peyote, give me mushrooms anytime—I got no problem. But when it comes to cocaine, man, I tell you, we really fucked up. We were turning the corner with this whole new consciousness, and cocaine just fucked us all up. It's just plain evil.
De-criminalize everything. Even the drugs you don’t like. Take the crooks out of the drug business and start talking truths. The idea that everybody will be stealing is bullshit. Let’s talk for real. You have a right to be stoned. Not in a car.
I kept my distance from the mighty pot until one dramatic night in 1967 when the guitar player of my dreams didn't share my heart-dribbling affection. I was in the back of a VW bus with a gaggle of lunatic fringers, all of whom were sucking the peace-pipe, passing it on by me, the scaredy-baby who hadn't discovered the cannabis glow.
It was 1978. DEVO had no record deal (although we all knew something was going to break soon). I had no money to speak of and no apartment. it was a hideously cold winter in Akron, Ohio, when, out of the blue, Richard Branson, the president of Virgin Records, called and asked me to fly down to Jamaica to discuss a deal.
In Kentucky, people have had enough of police taking piss out of their bodies and testing it. They’ve had enough of being stopped at roadblocks. They’ve had enough of dogs sniffing their cars and clothing. They’ve had enough of the police coming into their lives.
Since its inception 20 years ago, HIGH TIMES has sat on all our coffee tables, under the couch, in the shitter or hidden deep away in a drawer full of clothes so mom and dad won’t find it. Starting from the first issue created by our Founding Father, Thomas Forçade, HIGH TIMES has been with us as a historical marker for the counterculture.
Born John Alvin Ray on January 10, 1927 in Dallas, Oregon, the first real excitement that found our hero was a savage game of blanket toss that left him stone deaf at age nine. Until a hearing aid was fitted to his concha, his teachers considered him retarded.
SINCE ITS INCEPTION, HIGH TIMES HAS BEEN DEDICATED TO PROVIDING INTENSIVE COVERAGE OF MARIJUANA CULTIVATION ACROSS THE GLOBE, A TRADITION THAT CONTINUES TODAY. THE GURU OF GANJA, ED ROSENTHAL, TAKES US BACK 20 YEARS AND BEYOND TO COVER THE UPS-AND-DOWNS OF THIS ELUSIVE BOTANICAL WORLD.
In 1937, when cannabis was illegalized federally, there were an estimated 50,000 marijuana users in America. Use was centered in the black community around New Orleans and other jazz centers, and in the Hispanic communities of the Southwest.
Lately, readers of HIGH TIMES have asked us why the Grow! section is called Hemp Times since what one finds here mostly concerns marijuana cultivation, not hemp cultivation. This prompted a ponderous search for a reasonable answer. Hemp and marijuana come from the same cannabis sativa plant, but they are vastly different concepts.
It's always been a dream of mine to grow a "Bud of the Month." I feel I've succeeded with this sweet afghani plant grown in plain view next to I-205. I chose this location so locals would say, "Hey, I drove past that plant all summer and didn't notice it!" Al Portland, OR This four-way (Northern Lights x Skunk #5 x Haze x Ruderalis) was originally grown and double-harvested in a rockwool slab with three other plants.
...then try this on for size! Explore the boundaries of the hot-smokin’, blunt-tokin’ rave fashions from around the galaxy. From the music that calms the mysterious realm of our bodies, comes the wear and gear of self-expression through melody, harmony and unity.
Pre-Buddhalizing ritual for transpersonal THMQ perceptual climax: 1) Fill favorite bongalizer with crushed ice & water. 2) Heap bowl with US Grade "A" sticky & smiling dried cannabis flowers. 3) Energize tune generation device and activate Floyd's Wish You Were Here."