Two fictional characters from my youth are Alice in Wonderland and Rip Van Winkle. Alice in Wonderland is still a popular story but I think old Rip has slipped in popularity. The classic Washington Irving short story, published in 1819, told the tale of an American colonist who encountered ghosts in the Catskill Mountains, falls under their spell and awakens twenty years later. It is a story that resonates with me today because after a thirteen-year hiatus I am re-entering the world of medical marijuana and like old Rip I am astonished at the new world I have found.
I should explain that my roots in the medical marijuana movement are deep. My late husband, Robert C. Randall, is the acknowledged father of the medical marijuana movement. In 1976 he became the first American to gain legal access to marijuana for medical purposes. We had been arrested in 1975 for growing four plants. At trial we were able to conclusively prove Robert’s need for the drug (he had glaucoma) and through a petition process he gained legal access to federal supplies. For more than a year he was the only person in the country with legal, medical access to marijuana.
For the next 25 years, until his death in 2001, we helped mold the medical marijuana movement and made tremendous progress. It was not exactly a conventional occupation and there were times I identified with the other character mentioned in this blog, Alice in Wonderland. Drug issues attract some curious people but, in all honesty, the oddest parts of my experience in the medical marijuana world came from my dealings with federal bureaucrats. It is easy to be compassionate towards these faceless men and women who maintain the ridiculous prohibition against marijuana’s use in medicine. After all, they are just doing their job. But how they sleep at night I do not know. Compassion can be easily trounced by raw anger at a bureaucracy that will subject thousands of individuals to years of needless suffering in order to maintain a bloated drug abuse industry.
But I digress. After Robert’s death in 2001 I needed a break. I pursued a dream of being a hospice nurse and spent six years working for hospice in Sarasota, FL. I retired in 2012.
I never completely abandoned medical marijuana. I would speak at conferences from time-to-time and give media interviews. I began to truly re-engage after my retirement. I revised the 1998 book that Robert and I co-authored. (Marijuana Rx: The Patients’ Fight for Medicinal Pot is now out of print although copies can be found on Amazon.) My new book was published in April 2014. It is entitled Medical Marijuana in America: Memoir of a Pioneer and is available on Amazon in hard copy and Kindle.
My speaking engagements have increased and I will be traveling cross-country soon to speak at a conference in Oregon. I plan to use this opportunity to become acquainted with the new players in the medical marijuana issue and have been reading whatever I can find to increase my knowledge of this new world. It is, you will pardon the pun, a heady time for marijuana activists. There is a sense of victory and rightly so. But there are still some huge, make that HUGE, problems–principally the federal classification of marijuana in Schedule I. As long as that situation remains the states and the federal government can continue in their draconian and discriminatory application of the laws against marijuana use.
I’ll be writing about my adventures in this blog. Like old Rip Van Winkle I know that I am about to be astonished and I look forward to sharing that astonishment with you. ❖