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This is often associated with the simplex virus (HPV). My discussion included by Dr. Califano (2020) which concluded that THC might stimulate this to grow. However, I was not completely convinced of this finding from his research. New research in...

I have discussed the relationship between cannabis and cancer of the head and neck in detail in my book, The Cannabis Cancer Connection. This cancer is often associated with the herpes simplex virus (HPV). My discussion ...

09/04/2024

Learn the history of cannabis prohibition in California.

The Origins of Cannabis Prohibition in California

08/13/2024

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The Origins of Cannabis Prohibition in California | Dale H. Gieringer

The Origins of Cannabis Prohibition in California is the little-known story about how California became one of the first US states to ban cannabis at the turn of the 20th century and the first to relegalize its medical use and ignite an industry for all adult use at the turn of the 21st. California's 1913 cannabis ban was not caused by “Reefer Madness,” anti-Mexican prejudice, or any publicly perceived problem, but by a preemptive bureaucratic initiative. California’s pioneering Prohibition law was sponsored by the state Board of Pharmacy as part of a wider, aggressive anti-narcotics campaign originally aimed at opiates, despite no broader public concern about cannabis at the time. The law was originally proposed by board member Henry Finger, supposedly to prevent the spread of cannabis use by “Hindoo” immigrants. Prior to 1913, evidence for the use of “hashish” in California was exceedingly slim, and Mexican “ma*****na” was not familiar to the public until after the law was passed. The board began staging raids against ma*****na in the Mexican district of Los Angeles in 1914 as part of its campaign. Despite increasing penalties, use gradually spread during the 1920s and after.

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08/12/2024

Three days later, the feds woke me up at five in the morning and told me I was being transferred to Fresno to be arraigned in the US District Court. The DEA agents who were transferring me said that from that point forward, I’d be housed in Fresno County Jail. After being pulled from my cell, I was instantly shackled—legs and hands—and led down to the basement, where a white van awaited me. The side door slid open as I stepped in and saw Rich, Lucky, Buddy, Tony, and Jose. I greeted them and took my seat next to Rich.

The white van pulled onto State Route 99 to Fresno. Fifteen minutes into the trip, the agent in the passenger seat popped a cassette tape into the van’s stereo. Yes, this van had a cassette player, and yes this special agent had a tape on him. A few seconds of scratchy silence passed, and then a poor recording of Business Man blared over the speakers. The two agents thought this was very amusing as they looked back at me with triumphant grins. Their attempt at rubbing their arrest in my face was not lost. I didn’t show any outward emotions, but inside, I was fuming. I was mad at their unprofessionalism, mad at our treatment, and mad at myself for not seeing all this bu****it coming down. State’s rights, I thought to myself, yeah, right. I looked over at Rich, and he rolled his eyes and shook his head as if to say, "What clowns." They could get their jabs in. We were snared, in chains, being driven to one of their federal cages. They got us, they could gloat in their perceived victory, but that showed the type of small men these were. Their antics were pitiful, and they played my song on repeat, continuously rewinding it and replaying it, over and over, the entire two-hour drive. That was just another sign of how personally they took what I said in my music. Business Man had really agitated them and they were going to make sure I hung for expressing my views, freedom of speech or not.

The music blared, “So light up a joint/ and kick up your legs/ put your fingers in the air and yell f**k the feds!”

We arrived at the federal courthouse, and the van pulled into an underground parking garage. The moment the van stopped, the side door was opened. Agent Barger, one of the agents who stormed my home, stood waiting for us. Legs shackled, I stepped awkwardly from the van and hopped onto the ground. Agent Barger approached me immediately.

“You know, we checked Weedtracker.com, and not one person was sad that you guys got arrested,” Barger said.

“Weedtracker? What the hell is that? Some DEA-created chatroom where you can monitor law-abiding Americans?” I asked rhetorically.

“Yeah, you’re really funny, but let’s see if you’re still smiling when the judge gives you ten years,” Barger said smugly.

“Sir, doesn’t the United States Drug Enforcement Agency have anything better to do than to harass a state-legal medical...

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08/12/2024

The next week, I walked into Wells Fargo with a small black duffel bag. I waited in line until the teller called me to the counter. I handed her my deposit slip. When she looked down at the number, she lost her smile.

“Sir, you seem to have made a mistake,” her smile returned. “You marked ‘cash’ on your deposit slip.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“You intend to deposit $197,000 in cash?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She looked behind her. “Sir, can you step to the right for one moment, please?”

I stepped to the side and waited. Minutes later, a gentleman in a sharp suit beckoned me to a section of the counter away from all the other customers. “Hello, sir,” the man said, smiling broadly. “My name is Chris Stevens. I’m the manager here. I was told you have a large cash deposit you’d like to make?”

“Yes, that’s right,” I nodded.

“For deposits over ten thousand dollars, we have to fill out a CTR, which stands for cash transaction report. It’s a burdensome government requirement, but you know, regulations are regulations.”

“Yes, of course,” I said.

“All I need is your ID and some real quick information. The good news is, once we’ve filled one of these out, we keep it on file, and it can be queued in seconds if future deposits require one.” A few minutes later, we finished the form.

“Okay,” Mr. Stevens said. “We can process your deposit now.”

I unzipped the duffel bag and dumped nineteen $10,000-bricks onto the counter. It took forty minutes to run all of the cash through their machine. Counting and organizing it took Rich and me ten times that long. We’ve got to get one of those money counters, I thought to myself.

“One hundred and ninety-seven thousand on the dot,” Mr. Stevens confirmed. “Mr. Scarmazzo, if you have another couple minutes, I’d like to upgrade your business account with us to a platinum account. You’ll have your own line to conduct business, and the fees are much better.”

“Sure,” I smiled. “I have a few minutes.”

We were concerned that we were going to have a problem selling the Mendocino shipment in a week. We sold it all in five days. Rich and I had to get the cash ready for him to make the next trip up north. Rich had family at his house, and since my parents lived by his place, I figured we could count at my folks’ place, and Rich wouldn’t have to travel far.

Rich and I arrived at my parent’s house with a large brown paper bag. My mom answered the door.

“Hey, Mom, Rich and I are gonna use the office for about an hour,” I said as I walked down the hallway toward my old bedroom that had since been converted into an office. The office was full of clutter and paperwork. We sat at the desk on the far side of the room. I cleared off a space and dumped the cash into a pile. “Alright,” I said to Rich.



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07/15/2024

“Your Honor,” Servatius said as Judge Wanger came in. “There are many young children in the courtroom,” she gestured toward Jasmine, Nina, and the other kids behind us, “Perhaps you can ask the defendants’ families to take them out of the courtroom.”

“Mr. Capozzi, Mr. Forkner, will you ask your clients to direct their respective families to take any young children out of the courtroom?” Wanger asked.

Capozzi turned to me. “Yes, Luke, it’s probably a good idea.”

“No,” I said sharply. “What happens here will be in full light for everyone to see, especially the next generation.” I would not be moved.

Judge Wanger nodded and said, “Very well.” Then, he summoned the jury. They came through the side door and filed into their seats. I looked at each of them, and none would make eye contact. Were they ashamed, I thought to myself? I tried to assess their moods, but they just stared at the judge and shifted uneasily in their seats.

“I understand that the jury is ready to present their verdicts?” Judge Wanger asked. The jury foreman stood up confidently.

“Yes, your Honor, that’s correct.”

“Is it to all counts?” Judge Wanger inquired.

“No, your Honor,” the foreman admitted. “On one of the counts, we are still hopelessly deadlocked.” The judge nodded.

Let it be on count one, I thought to myself, the big organized crime charge. Hopefully they deadlocked on the continuing criminal enterprise. Please, God, it was obvious we weren’t a cartel or pair of drug lords.

“Please hand your verdict form to the court clerk,” the judge directed. The foreman handed a piece of paper to the clerk. “Will the defendants please rise?” Rich, Forkner, Capozzi, and I all rose from our chairs. “Go ahead and read the verdict aloud, Madam Clerk.”

“Yes, your Honor,” the court clerk turned and faced the rest of the courtroom.

“For the defendant Luke Scarmazzo, as to count one, conducting a continuing criminal enterprise, we, the jury, find the defendant. . . guilty.”

The word seemed to have sucked the air from the room, and my knees nearly buckled. It felt like I had been struck by a heavy hammer. The court clerk continued, but her words seemed distant. I could no longer hear anything clearly. GUILTY? How could that be? All the sounds in the room seemed muffled like I was listening underwater. Then I heard the gasps and cries from behind me. My poor mother, my daughter, DeVina, and everyone else. Their sobs sobered me. I straightened my back and clenched my jaw. I would be strong, if nothing else, for my family. I felt the eyes of the prosecutor, her dark, probing eyes appraising me. She wanted to witness my pain, wanted to see me capitulate under the weight of the verdict.



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