Before you go to all this trouble ...
Dear Karen Tandy, Director of the DEA
Your agents have me under investigation for Felony Manufacture of a Controlled Substance. I’m facing at least 10 years in federal prison for my alleged crimes so, before you go to all this trouble, I’m thinking I should tell you about myself.
I am not a criminal and I am certainly not the enemy. I’m a 60-something, white, professional woman who happens to have a green thumb and an alternative outlook on life. I am the proud mother of adult sons (all three of whom, by the way, are college graduates and doing great in their chosen careers). I volunteered in the schools, I was an auxilliary worker on the oncology ward at our local hospital. I baked more cupcakes for more kids than I can remember.
When my mother became seriously ill in 1993 I moved her into our home. I cared for her for three years until she passed at 82. Her main problem was the damage (internal bleeding, brittle bones, pain) resulting from prescription medications. When I took over I found she was taking 16 different prescription drugs from 5 separate doctors. She was taking medications to alleviate the side-effects of medications. And, she was dying.
A wonderful, grandmotherly nurse introduced me to medical marijuana when she gave us some cannabis chocolate-chip cookies to try. Oh, my mother did love cookies. Because of severe anorexia (from arthritis meds) she could barely eat and the cannabis cookies helped stimulate her appetite and it seemed to calm her agitation and discomfort. Even though her doctors were quick to prescribe Marinol (a synthetic pharmaceutical version of the ingredients in cannabis) the effects were not the same. Plus, the cookies cost $5 each and the Marinol cost somewhere around $14 a pill. My mom’s dose was a half a cookie a day = $2.50 and her Marinol dose was 2 pills a day = $28. Since her health insurance was pretty much gone and her savings were depleted we couldn’t afford $28 a day, so we chose the cookies.
Since then I have become quite interested in natural medicine and herbal remedies. I can see you rolling your eyes, but please Karen, at least hear me out. I really don’t think it’s revolutionary or rebellious or treasonous or criminal or dangerous to want to grow my own food and medicine on my own property, in the privacy of my own home. Let's talk.
Sincerely,
Granny Green
J.Porter
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Reader Comments (1)
I found you through Bastard of Art and Commerce. Your story is unreal and your zeal to fight for your rights is extraordinary in this day and age, something the government depends on so they can stage their antics against the people.
Keep up the good fight, you sound like you have a good case and it is a pity you are going through all of this trauma.