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anniversary
It’s been almost a year since my life was ripped apart yet again.
Since I tried to talk to Bonita about her giving keys out to people I didn’t even know that gave them access to my apartment.
Since she called the sheriffs and told them I was growing marijuana.
Since the jail, and the anxiety attacks and the hypomania.
Since they stole my medicine the day before Thanksgiving and tried to throw me out in the street.
Since Lanny somehow came up with $10,000 cash to bail me out of jail on Thanksgiving Day.
Since I got ‘home’ to find my computer gone, my medicine gone, my grow equipment gone, dirt all over the floor and the stink of cat-piss in my bedroom where the cat had used the dirt on the rug as a litter-box while I was in jail.
And then the terror started as my landlady and the San Bernardino sheriffs tried to steal everything I had and drive me into the street…
I’ve spent the day setting up my new domain and this blog.
It’s been hard unpacking….difficult to get the umph to do anything at all. When I open the boxes everything comes back – being chased down the street by Bonita’s nephew screaming for help, and then watching him smash my cassette recorder in the middle of the street, and then the sheriff refusing to do anything because “you were trying to record him”.
I’ve got about 3 weeks, till December 9, to file a civil suit against San Bernardino County and don’t even have a lawyer, much less a brief. Everyone I know has plead my case to every lawyer they know. No one wants it even though they say if it gets to a jury they’re sure I’d win. And my life has been so unsettled the past 4 months – with everything I own in boxes while I slept on couches and lived out of a backpack.
I still cry when I remember how Bonita and the sheriffs terrified and harassed me while I was attempting to defend myself against felony marijuana charges – how they tried to throw me out in the street so I couldn’t defend myself. How I was lost without my computer and access to the internet..
And how I somehow (with a great deal of help from my friends) managed to prevail in spite of being in a constant state of hypomania without my medicine and suffering dozens of anxiety attacks a day.
The criminal charges were dismissed. I got my equipment back. I managed to bring in a crop and supply myself with medicine. And now I have found a place to live in a more hospital county.
Of course I didn’t do this myself. I couldn’t possibly have done this alone. And one of the real bitches about the whole situation is I can’t publicly thank the people who helped me…
…it’s so depressing to think they will probably get by with it and there’s nothing I can do. Who can afford to file a civil suit against the government? Who do you call to protect you from the police?
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December 1st, 2004 at 5:07 pm
The absurdity of cannabis prohibition in a nation with thriving alcohol and tobacco industries notwithstanding, the fact remains that cannabis is indeed “medicine”.
If public referenda for legal medicinal cannabis is not “appropriate”, consider the means by which it was REMOVED from the United States Pharmacopoeia. To cure any ignorance, simply put the phrase “white men’s shadows” and then Anslinger Jazz Swing (minus quotes) into Google.
Bizzarre also is the Schedule I status of the natural herb; with morphine and cocaine being Schedule II, and the actual isolated dreaded pure THC (as Marinol) being schedule III. Talk about “sending the wrong message”! Google [Nixon "totally oblivious"] and find the tape
transcripts showing Nixon’s obscene disregard for his own Shafer commision.
No one should suffer from illness NOR criminal proceedings for want of “authorization” to responsibly consume cannabis; ESPECIALLY patients with their physicians’ assent.
In a nation with thriving alcohol and tobacco industries, how bizarre is it that the Supreme Court will decide whether Angel Raich can use cannabis to save her life?
December 7th, 2004 at 4:50 pm
accidently erased your email address, can you send again? this was the only way I knew to find you….Vanessa