My first encounter with pot was in college. This may be surprising, but I never saw drugs being used or sold in my working-class community; therefore, my parents never gave me the “Just say No!” speech. It was 1968, and I was on my way to becoming a black radical. I wanted no parts of mind-altering drugs. No smoking of anything, not even inhaling. I needed to be woke.
Since then, it’s been challenging for me to develop a reasonable position on marijuana. I’m all for de-criminalizing it, but I always stop short on supporting legalization. Medical marijuana is on the November 6 ballot in Missouri, and I’ll read The St. Louis American’s guide on the issue once again. I suspect voters will inevitably be faced with a ballot initiative on recreational marijuana.
If my view on this issue is to evolve, it will require help from my readers. Here are the issues I am struggling with. Read more