Pubdate: Wed, 04 Jun 2008 Source: National Post (Canada) Copyright: 2008 Southam Inc. Contact: http://www.nationalpost.com/ Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/286 Author: Jonathan Kay Referenced: http://www.mapinc.org/drugnews/v08/n537/a08.html ROMANCING THE BOTTLE O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should, with joy, pleasance revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! - --Cassio, in Othello, Act II, Scene III There are 100,000 marijuana smokers in the U.S., and most are Negroes, Hispanics, Filipinos and entertainers. Their Satanic music, jazz and swing, result from marijuana use. This marijuana causes white women to seek sexual relations with Negroes, entertainers and any others. - -- Henry Anslinger, U. S. Federal Bureau of Narcotics Commissioner, 1937 Like many middle-aged men, I spend a lot of time reflecting on the reckless stunts my friends and I unleashed on the world when we were young and stupid. Whether the exploits took place in cars, beds, barrooms or back alleys, one common factor jumps out from these reveries: alcohol. World Health Organization data suggests that alcohol kills nearly two million people every year. Stumbling down memory lane, I can think of a dozen different ways that -- had dumb luck failed us -- my friends and I might have been part of that statistic. In some communities, the horrors associated with alcohol extend into every household. These include many Canadian native reserves, where booze has generated nothing short of a liquid holocaust. Even the staggering fatality statistics don't include the legions of victims who never take a sip: children born with fetal alcohol syndrome, abused spouses of alcoholics, the prey of drunk drivers. In Mexico, this week, one of those drunks fell asleep at the wheel and plowed into a group of bike racers -- a horrific scene captured by a local photographer. There but for the grace of God. Oh wait, sorry -- scratch all that. I just read last week's column by Barbara Kay on the subject of marijuana policy, and it turns out I've gotten it precisely wrong. "Wine and spirits in moderation confer health benefits," she writes. "From antiquity, the loving cultivation of vineyards wherever possible, and the enjoyment of wine and spirits has been a positive feature of all Western societies ... in which alcohol [has] generally played a benign role." "Because alcohol in moderation is culturally aligned with enhanced fellowship and human interaction, it is therefore a communal as well as an individual good," she adds. "Conversely, the purpose of marijuana is the alteration of consciousness, an end achieved by a process that thrives in solitude and mental torpor." Of all the specious tactics trotted out by the enemies of marijuana legalization, this is by far the most annoying. In their bid to gloss over the hypocrisy of a society that criminalizes reefer while permitting its far more dangerous, bottled cousin, traditionalists compose odes to alcohol's virtues that would make a Bacardi marketing executive blush. All of alcohol's ravages are dismissed with sentimental nostrums summoning to mind sturdy peasant vintners spreading health and good cheer at festive family gatherings, while the relatively minor negative health effects of marijuana use -- it can give you lung cancer, for instance, in the same way that smoking anything can give you lung cancer --are hysterically asserted in the finest tradition of Henry Anslinger. For socially well-adjusted people, smoking marijuana "in moderation" (to borrow a phrase) is hardly a process "that thrives in solitude and mental torpor": Back in college, my friends and I spent many a night enjoying the stuff in highly convivial fashion. But I no longer partake. Getting stoned helps you zone out and escape your responsibilities -- an attractive goal when you're a college student, but one that generally seems less and less attractive as you get older. The studies that suggest marijuana use is correlated with depression, social alienation and the like should come as no surprise: The people most likely to crave a drug-induced exit from real life are the ones who, for whatever exogenous reason, have the hardest time dealing with it. That said, if someone is going to zone out, I'd prefer they did it with reefer instead of liquor. The guy on reefer may be goofy and unproductive, but at least he's not going to run a red light and Tbonemy station wagon. None of what I am saying here should be at all controversial -- at least not to anyone who has actually smoked marijuana and observed its comparatively benign effects. Then again, I'm guessing that much of the resistance to marijuana from social conservatives -- including the otherwise sensible Ms. Kay-- likely has nothing to do with the actual effects of the drug. For a certain kind of conservative thinker, the goal is not to align policy and science. It is to freeze-dry our society in its current (or, better yet, past) form -- complete with senseless hypocrisies. Better we die from our fathers' store-bought poisons, the theory goes, than choke a bit on their contraband. If such a reflexive reverence for the status quo doesn't qualify as "mental torpor," what does? - --- MAP posted-by: Jay Bergstrom