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“The Menace of Marihuana”
by Albert Parry,
To my
knowledge the first “Reefer Madness” article ever published by any
American
magazine. The year is 1935; But the
dis-information campaign is
already well under way, and very well organized.
Highlights of the article:
+ “She sought beauty in reefers but found only pain and misery.”
+ “A school supply store was discovered selling
reefers to boys and girls, some of whom had become temporarily blinded by the
weed.”
+ “That reefers are known - - - can be seen from
the roll call of marihuana patients in a New York hospital.”
+ “A Negro -
- had run after and threatened two women in the street while under the influence
of reefers”
You’ll noticed that the word “WEED” is well used, and
I like the prophetic ending; “It
could hardly be said that the rights of individual states would be endangered if
congress recognized marihuana as a drug -
- and passed an act prohibiting its growth and sale.” Now we know what happened to California’s Prop 215.
The American Mercury – Dec 1935
“The Menace of Marihuana”
By Albert Parry - p487
It is not generally known that marihuana, the smoking of
which in this country has been on the rapid increase, is the same drug as
hashish. Both are derived from the
same hemp plant of the cannabis sativa class.
From the Orient comes our word “assassin,” and out there it sprang
from the word “hashish.” In
Malay, natives under the influence of hashish are said to run amuck:; there, the
words “hashish” and “amuck” are synonyms.
Hence, the danger presented by the growing consumption of marihuana in
America.
Dr. Walter Bromberg, Senior Psychiatrist of Bellevue
Hospital, New York, who has made a comprehensive study of the addiction in this
country, remarks. “British
investigators in India tell us that hashish does not bring out the excitement or
hysterical symptoms in Anglo-Saxons that occur in native users. But marihuana or hashish smoking as a mass phenomenon among
the Anglo-saxons is comparatively new.” So
new, in fact, that few statistics have been gathered on the subject as yet.
But in the south, where the practice is older, we already have many
marihuana smokers who suffer from extreme inertness or violent irritability,
both conditions leading to a disintegration of personality.
In a few years we may have the same mass condition in the Northern
states.
The spread of marihuana smoking in the Southern belt is
described by an elderly doctor who states that whereas thirty-five years ago the
frequency of narcotic addiction in his medical practice was in the order of
morphine, cocaine, chloral, bromide, now it is the barbituric acid group first,
marihuana second. The role of the
latter as a crime instigator is suggested by the report of the public prosecutor
in New Orleans who in 1930 found that of 450 prisoners he dealt with, 125 were
marihuana addicts. Slightly less
than half of the murderers, about twenty percent of the larceny men and about
eighteen per cent of the robbery prisoners smoked what they called Merry Wonder.
A recent report from Denver stated:
“Most crimes of violence in this section, especially in country
districts, are laid to users of marihuana.”
The loco weed of the Southwest is the same hemp that
produces marihuana; The sinister
meaning of the old expression “gone loco,”
may now well apply to the new crop of addicts. The smoke and smell of the drug are not unlike those of
burning hay, and many American users call it Indian hay, for it arrived here
from Mexico by way of the southwest where the Indians have been known to grow
and smoke it. The present-day
menace of the drug is enhanced by the fact that the economics of marihuana
growth and sale is simple: the low price of the weed, as compared with the high
cost of other drugs, is the main reason for its rapid spread. The hemp plant grows wild or can be cultivated almost
anywhere in the United States. The
illicit growers conceal patches of the plant amid the tall tassels of corn, or
in fields of sugar beets, or alfalfa, or any other harmless weed. Vacant lots in big cities are handy; a marihuana field of
this type was recently discovered in Brooklyn – the authorities had it burned,
and peddlers in Harlem set the value of the crop lost at $50,000.
On at least one occasion a marihuana patch was discovered in the truck
garden of an inland American penitentiary.
If the plant remains undiscovered until it blossoms, the
crop is gathered, dried, and made into cigarettes. The average price per cigarette is fifteen cents, but in
large cities it is sometimes as low as two cigarettes for a quarter, and even a
dime or nickel each. The cigarettes
are known as reefers, and their peddlers as reefer men. The surreptitious sale goes on in pool-rooms, beer gardens,
tobacco stores, and cheap restaurants. In Chicago a school supply store was discovered selling
reefers to boys and girls, some of whom had become temporarily blinded by the
weed. In Denver, reefer men peddled
among the local high school pupils, skillfully appealing to their adolescent
bravado. Some smokers are even
younger than high school age. A
report from a Detroit newspaper tells of local Mexicans who grow the weed in
rural districts nearby, and of one of their peddlers, an American woman. She gives the reefers to her own children to sell to their
schoolmates.
Of the youthful smokers in New York a representative
example was afforded by a boy of sixteen, a novice in the Hudson Dusters gang.
He said that while smoking reefers he felt happy and light as if he were
running or walking on air; but his family on bringing him to a hospital,
revealed that for two months he had been apprehensive, scratching his hands
nervously, praying constantly, complaining that somebody was reading his
thoughts. Psychologists may well
suggest that these youths take to marihuana because there is a certain vacuum in
their lives which the present-day family and school cannot fill.
The same paucity of aims made marihuana popular in the south.
Among the sickly aesthetes, the wee – as hashish – had
been known long before the Mexicans and Indians introduced it.
In the first Bohemian group in new York, in the 1850’s and ‘60’s,
Fitzshugh Ludlow smoked the drug and published his confessions.
The son of a clergyman and himself planning to take the orders, he
changed his mind, writing: “The
sublime avenues in spiritual life, at whose gates the soul in its ordinary state
is forever blindly grouping, are opened widely by hashish.”
However, when he died it was at the early age of thirty-four, and of
lungs and nerves ruined by the same drug.
In the Greenwich Village of the 1920’s hashish parties
were not infrequent. That reefers
are known in the Village of the 1930’s can be seen from the roll call of
marihuana patients in a New York hospital.
Here is a man who mumbles that thoughts slip away from him
“centrifugally as they do on the ferris wheel at Coney Island.”
Here is an artist’s model in her late twenties who was found rolling in
a courtyard with two dogs. She told
the police that she had arrived from England, that the liner was wrecked in
mid-ocean, that the passengers were eaten by sharks, one of the victims
recovering without his skin. Her
conversation blends hallucination with literary slang;
I saw Phoenix running down the road. .I came down to earth with the Sun
god. . . . I heard voices telling me that I was the lowest thing in creation.
They said I was a rat, that I smelled bad, that I was syphilitic and a
sick cat.” She had nightmares
about people who “had been very wicked and lost their sense of naturalness and
they wanted to make machines and forgot all about beauty and they only made
machines to see who could cut the most people . . . “
She sought beauty in reefers but found only pain and misery.
When a bohemian intellectual boasts that reefers give him
that thousand-and-one-nights-feeling, he means this mostly in the erotic sense.
Some Harlemites, too, smoke the weed as an aphrodisiac.
A Negro was brought to a New York hospital because he had run after and
threatened two women in the street while under the influence of reefers;
he said he had seen in his reefer-dream “a bunch of naked wimmin, some
of ’em in bed, black an’ white together, like dey was expectin’ men.”
Harlem cabaret and radio performers smoke reefers for
stimulation. They crack under the
strain of unhealthy competition, and take to the hay to patch up the crack
somehow, to keep going. It is said
that a number of radio showfolk, white as well as black, take a puff or two
before broadcasting. Similar
reports emanate from Times Square theater dressing rooms.
There is already a number of the socalled reefer songs,
made popular by the cabaret and the reaio:
Smokin’ Reefers from the “Flying Colors” show, with words and
music; also Marawanna, a rumba without words; and most celebrated of all, That
Funny Reefer Man, a Cab Calloway song, but with many variations because almost
every Harlem singer makes up his own ditties to it, all praising the stimulating
qualities of the drug.
The non-professionals of Harlem, as well as of certain
white sections of New York, smoke reefers in an unsuccessful attempt to forget
their troubles, economic and otherwise. One
of the reefer songs declares about a smoker that “every time he gets a notion,
he can walk across the ocean.” For
the brief moment, a reefer dissipates brooding and gives a feeling of power and
grandeur. In another Harlem song
the Negro chants that when he says he owns a portion of the Rockefeller fortune
you will know that he just met That Funny Reefer man.
One patient in New York is a white man of twenty-six, vain,
boyish, who likes to dress fashionably, likes girls, and they in turn call him
cute. He is married and has
children, but whines that he is not the type to be married. He is miserable, he says, “To puff away the misery,”
chants one of the reefer songs, “To get beyond the worryin’.” Still another patient is a Negress, an undernourished married
woman in her early twenties, who, while smoking reefers, dreamed that she was
“a committee to meet the Elks right away.”
She said she had many robes and rings, saw beautiful colors and heard
marvelous sounds, and that every nation was there “to reorganize things”.
The song tells you to smoke reefers because “you can’t change this
world you were born in.” But in her case, too, there is the doctor’s notation:
“Irritable, sluggish. Acted
in a manic manner. Indefinite ideas
of persecution.”
Is there a remedy? Marihuana
was until lately considered a rather harmless wee, of which little was known.
Thus, the Harrison Act – the federal law against traffic in narcotics,
passed in 1914 and amended in 1922 – does not mention the drug.
Many states, however, have already taken the initiative in the
prohibition of its use. The federal
authorities co-operate by the preparation of a uniform law of prohibition which
they submit to state legislatures. But
perhaps a better answer to the problem is within the power of congress.
It could hardly be said that the rights of individual states would be
endangered if congress recognized marihuana as a drug no less vicious than
opium, cocaine, morphine or heroin, and passed an act prohibiting its growth and
sale.
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