Pubdate: Wed, 24 Oct 2001
Source: Independent  (UK)
Copyright: 2001 Independent Newspapers (UK) Ltd.
Contact:  http://www.independent.co.uk/
Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/209
Author: David Aaronovitch

SO SMOKING DOPE WILL BE LEGALISED, BUT BUYING IT WON'T? RIGHT ON, MR BLUNKETT

Hey man! Wow! Was it the magic mushrooms, or did the Home Secretary really 
just say that he was minded to let people walk around smoking dope? 
Amazing. I haven't been this blasted since my friend Si put the seeds of a 
Congolese giggleweed in his chillum and let me have first draw. Strobes, 
man, strobes.

But that was a long time ago, back in the days when it seemed obvious that 
cannabis would be legalised any time now. Since then, each generation has 
smoked or eaten dope, and the laws against it have seemed more and more at 
variance with the real experiences of the British population.

And yet successive governments have clung, almost desperately, to the 
continued criminalisation of a quotidian act, and made quasi-criminals out 
of millions of us. It would send the wrong signal, they argued. Or it 
really did cause a lot of long-term damage, you know. And, silliest of all, 
it would lead on to hard drugs.

Until now. Until we are astounded and delighted at the prospect of a Home 
Secretary doing the sensible thing. The rest of us know that more dope and 
less booze would mean football fans appearing in fewer court cases, no 
fights at closing time, and midnight city centres full of teenagers dozing 
in shop doorways, giggling at silly jokes or looking for Jaffa Cakes. We 
should make it compulsory for pubs to offer cannabis as an alternative to 
alcohol. "A vodka and Red Bull, madam? Certainly. But have you considered a 
hash brownie instead? Fewer calories, actually." Soon you'll be able to go 
into the tobacconists and ask for half an ounce of Blunkett Black.

Except you won't be allowed to. Great improvement though it is, the 
Blunkett proposal means that you can have your dope, but you can't get it. 
Or, rather, no one can give it to you legally, so you'll still have to hook 
up to your friendly dealer, who also just happens to have in his pockets 
some other, slightly stronger substances. The fuzz can't bust you for 
possession, but man, they can surely send your source to the slammer. There 
will be no cannabis cafes, like in Amsterdam. As Hamlet nearly said, the 
joint is still out of time.

Don't worry, all you heads. This sudden crack in the official carapace will 
soon widen. When the world fails to end with this liberalisation, and when 
the police (as they will) begin to tolerate the sale of cannabis in certain 
coffee shops in South London, the law will change again - and more radically.

Which will allow us in the West to encourage the new Afghan regime (when 
we've helped to set it up) to corner the world market in the production of 
that same Kabul Gold that renders the mid- Seventies such an agreeable (if 
occasionally vague) memory. Right on!
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