To Serve & Protect: A Cannabis Medical Refugee
A long time ago, I would’ve arrested you for any amount of weed. Six years ago, I was told my wife was going to die shortly after her 30th birthday. That’s when my entire life changed, and now I serve and protect in an entirely different way.
As a veteran with a background in law enforcement, and now a cannabis refugee, I’ve seen many sides of the law. It’s disgusting what is legally allowed to happen in this country. I had a front-row seat as doctors in Ohio hooked my little brother on every type of pain pill out there; then I watched as those doctors dropped him like a rock, and my little brother turned to heroin. Against my better judgment, I put my trust in doctors when my wife became ill, only to watch them do the same damn thing to her. Yeah, I’m definitely bitter, to say the least.
That’s how cannabis came into my life. When we simply ran out of options, and our backs were against the wall. With nothing else the doctors could do for her, they put my 30-year-old wife in a hospital bed and started feeding her OxyContin and slapped a new Fentanyl patch on her arm every few days. They told us she would die sooner rather than later. I was simply unable to accept that the mother of my children, my best friend in the world, my wife, was, according to the experts, going to leave the world so soon. I turned to the internet, and everything I read kept coming back to cannabis being the answer. There was hope to save her life if we acted soon enough.
I bought an 1/8th off a local guy I knew. That night we smoked a bowl together, and that very same night she ate actual food for the first time in months. That was a miracle in and of itself. The next few years were kind of a blur, and there were a lot of things I wish I didn’t have to do. We didn’t live in Colorado at the time, and I had no sleep for weeks on end, knowing that tonight could be the night my home got raided for the one thing saving my wife.
Fast forward to today. My wife is thriving and healthy. She lost 110 lbs and went back to work full time. For that, I am forever grateful, and our family is as happy as could be. But I’m still fuming over the way this plant is perceived and the way its patients are forced to break federal law to get the medicine they need to save their lives.
The police, in many instances, treat cannabis the same way they treat meth, cocaine, and heroin. Their unions have lobbied against it relentlessly for decades and continue to. It’s such an easy arrest, and it starts so many people on a life of being in and out of the legal system; law enforcement is determined to see cannabis remain illegal. Cannabis prohibition has been used systemically to decimate people of color and low-income populations nationwide. Lacking resources for anything other than a court-appointed attorney, these vulnerable populations are steered towards charges and a jail sentence that should’ve never happened in the first place. This has been a well-oiled machine for almost a century, but it’s finally starting to misfire and show signs of breaking down completely.
I will not stop until we win or I die. Everyone has to have access to this plant, regardless of your race, no matter how much money you make, who you voted for, who you share a bed with, what god you believe in or why. I have an outlet now, and I’m locked in on my target. God have mercy on anyone against our beloved cannabis plants!