The SYNTHETIC SUBVERSION
"Letters To A Politician From The Grassroots"
by Gatewood Galbraith and Friends

"You have shown that to live in fear of the modern day Nazis is just as bad as being held prisoner by them. The fight will go on. Many of us have found new courage. We must win, they must not. We must not let them win, because if they do, our grandchildren will lose. I will not, we must not ever stop the fight for freedom. You have paved the way and we will never turn back, NEVER." ... signed, A Friend


LETTERS ... WE GOT LETTERS ...

We got piles and piles of letters ...

Dear Gatewood ...

They came from France and they came from Amsterdam, they came from New York and California, Arizona and Vermont and all places in between. They came in long envelopes, short envelopes and no envelopes, thin with money and thick with bad news and good tidings. Big envelopes and little envelopes, some with brash statements as to their politics on the outside, painted to catch the eye of everyone they could and others came bare of signature, both inside and out, as if by signing their name or their return address they might become immediate suspects. They might have.

The letters on the inside ranged from one word to tens of thousands, from hand-written scrawls to professionally printed information sheets. They came with lots of money in them and a little money in them, no money in them and some of them even asked for money.

The ones I remember the most were those with one dollar or two or three dollars in them, dozens of them with no note or letter, just a dollar bill between two sheets of white paper, no track to trace from, no tale to tell. I tried to imagine the human circumstances of the people who mailed these to me and how they would want me to use their dollars and their representation. I felt very humbled and very empowered by their actions. Their tokens of hope and support never failed to lift my spirits and resolve that yes, darn it! Our voices will be heard.

Most letters were filled with their own voice, seeking further information and literature, offering advice and encouragement, seeking answers and often solace. There were endless renditions of tragedy visited upon everyday people by the police state depicted elsewhere in this book and present everywhere in this country. They told of warrantless midnight searches by dozens of mean, heavily armed "peace officers" with an attitude, guns drawn and pointed at parents while the awakened children watched their moms and dads get violated and harrassed, physically and verbally.

Sometimes the parents would get arrested and the children put in a foster home if contraband was found (even if it was not what was listed to be found in the affidavit for the warrant) and sometimes there was nothing found.

Routinely, where nothing was found, many times with the house virtually destroyed in the search, the parents were threatened with further investigation and the "officers" left without so much as an apology, much less an offer to help clean up.

These kinds of letters came from everywhere and they convince me that there is a nation-wide and uniform effort by the federal government to encourage this kind of treatment of individual citizens at the hands of federal and state agents ...

Thanks Officers. I really admire your appreciation of the balances in a free society. Thanks also to another Lawman X for his note from the northeast telling me that he has been in the room with various DEA agents who spoke with relish of my ultimate "demise;" and also to the several other law enforcement agents and elected officials who wrote anonymously to wish us luck.

Hundreds of letters came to us from the victims of this runaway "War on Drugs," those men and women locked away behind bricks and steel for major parts of their lives because of their association with a green, natural plant. What kind of free society outlaws its own farmers?

These letters came from everywhere but mostly they came from the heart, from hearts filled with pain and grief to hearts filled with hope and expectation. Mostly those hearts are better writers than I am so I will let them tell you their stories ...

Millions and million and millions of Americans, millions of people exactly like you and me, have been arrested for associating with or being in the proximity of a green natural plant, a plant, in fact, which was the largest cash-crop in Kentucky just 80 years ago. And where the taxes from hemp were used to build new "temples of justice" in Kentucky around the 1900s, thousands of men and women are now led, shackled and chained, through the newly renovated "courthouses" and branded as criminals because they farmed a crop that their granddaddies did. And the insanity of the situation is not only visited upon the adults ... Yes, this is the growth of the "people processing industry" where persons with degrees in law enforcement, criminal justice and prison management and those with careers as prison guards and jail guards, bailiffs and deputies, police officers and probation officers, social workers and domestic supervisors, judges and lawyers all need human beings to pass before them as grist for the mill, fodder and fuel for the life of a machine -- a machine that depends upon coercing human beings into it on an increasing scale in order to justify the existence of a career and employment in the growth industry of law enforcement.

Have we accomplished full employment when half of our sons and daughters are prison guards and the other half prisoners?

This new prohibitionist mentality is the cornerstone of a new, yet old, form of slavery where the "status" criminal is the fodder for dealing anew in human beings. Fathers and mothers are condemned to extraordinary prison terms, torn from the arms of their distraught wives and crying children, replaying those tragic scenes of forced family separation on the auction block 150 years ago. The privatization of prisons has further institutionalized this dealing in human beings as a form of commerce and it is just as immoral and unchristian in this century as it was in the past. The madness of slavery revisited!

Couldn't we at least use these tax dollars being spent against marijuana to search for the serial killers of the world before they claim more victims?

Even more inhumane than the treatment of prisoners trapped within bricks and bars is the treatment of millions of Americans who are imprisoned within diseases and debilitations and for whom marijuana is the safest, most theraputically active agent for their treatment. What must it be like to know from medical literature and common experience that marijuana could save your sight, or help your son or daughter eat and keep their weight on during cancer treatment, or a myriad of other beneficial medical results and then to know that your government forbids its prescription and use because it interferes with the corporate profits being enjoyed by the shareholders of pharmaceutical companies (including the Bush and Quayle families) who have a monopoly on medicine in the United States?

How truly free is an individual who can not medicate his or her self with a green natural plant that is the best medicine on the planet?

At a time when the Government seems powerless to stop Dr. "Suicide Machine" or the right of a person to pull the plug on themselves through "living wills," or the "right" of a person to voluntarily risk their lives by joining the armed services and engaging in unnecessary political wars being fought for corporate profits, then it seems contradictory, wasteful and illogical to spend scarce tax dollars to criminalize and enforce laws against patients and adults consuming this most beneficial and least harmful of all the green, natural plants given to us by our Maker.

Marijuana is the least expensive medicine on earth but its competitors, Bush, Lilly, DuPont and the gang want to raise the cost of its acquisition and use by making it illegal and burdened with black-market profiteering. They can't stand better and cheaper competition and they can't stand losing a single dollar's profit.

I wonder how they can stand their own consciences ...


Return