Pubdate: Mon, 4 Oct 2010
Source: Los Angeles Times (CA)
Page: Front Page, first column, continued on page A12 and A13
Copyright: 2010 Los Angeles Times
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Author: John Hoeffel, Reporting from Oakland
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Column One

PRESSING HIS POT LUCK

Amid a Hazy Maze of Federal, State and Local Rules, Richard Lee Has 
Become a Marijuana Millionaire and Major Voice for Legalization.

Richard Lee rolled his wheelchair up the ramp and glided onstage, 
steering himself to a table draped in a green cloth with "Oaksterdam 
University" spelled out in gold, varsity-sweater letters.

The founder of the nation's first marijuana trade school was there to 
deliver a few inspirational words to about 70 students hoping to 
become the next Richard Lee, an entrepreneur who says his medical 
marijuana dispensary, nursery and other pot-related businesses bring 
in as much as $7 million a year.

Lee fiddled with a camera pointed at a leafy plant until an image 
came into focus on an overhead screen: a ready-to-harvest marijuana bud.

But when he spoke, it was about the business, not the bud. To Lee, 
the pot business is a political tool to achieve "the most important 
thing," an end to decades of prohibition. He believes Americans can 
be persuaded to legalize pot if they see it toked and taxed without 
dire consequences.

"When I started, they were like, 'No, that'll never work. It will 
lead to chaos, end of the world, apocalypse, dogs sleeping with cats. 
It'll just, you know, never work.' And so we had to just basically do 
it," Lee said. "So that's why I remind you to not be about growing 
bud and selling bud and making money.

"Be involved in the politics," he said, "and good luck to you. Be careful."

Buds and politics are his life. Lee, 47, has built his pot businesses 
into a kind of legalization pilot project in Oakland. Now he hopes 
California voters will take the next step. He is the driving force 
behind Proposition 19 on the Nov. 2 ballot, which would let people 21 
and older grow and possess marijuana and allow local governments to 
permit retail sales and collect taxes. So far, he has spent $1.5 
million to draft the measure, get it on the ballot and sell it to voters.

With his cowlicky hair, aviator glasses and reticent smile, Lee looks 
disarmingly boyish, as if time stopped in 1982 when Nancy Reagan told 
Oakland schoolchildren to just say no. But he has become one of the 
most visible and effective spokesmen for legalization. He comes 
across on television as earnest, knowledgeable and surprisingly 
candid for a man who became a millionaire selling a drug that is 
still illegal under federal law.

Oaksterdam University, founded three years ago, gave Lee a platform. 
The school started as a lark when he ran a newspaper ad touting 
"Quality Training for the Cannabis Industry." He didn't intend to 
provide it, he says. It was agitprop meant to stir media attention.

"I was trying to figure out the best way to promote the idea of a 
cannabis industry," Lee said, "instead of all this nonprofit 
cooperatives, a bunch of hippies, peace and love, sharing their bud 
together, like a Coca-Cola commercial -- you know, teach the world to 
sing. No, this is like Budweiser and Jack Daniel's. It's a business."

Within days, Lee had a list of applicants, and a joke became a 
school. It still reflects Lee's subversive sense of humor. The seal 
is modeled on Harvard's, but with the motto "Veritas" replaced by "Cannabis."

The school, which offers classes on cultivation, cooking, legal 
issues and pot as a business, has outgrown two sites and now occupies 
a 30,000-square-foot office building in Oakland. Classes are also 
offered in Los Angeles, Sebastopol and North Bay, Mich. Some 12,000 
students have earned certificates. Fees range from $250 for a weekend 
seminar to $650 for a 13-week course.

The university is the centerpiece of Lee's businesses, located in a 
timeworn area near Oakland City Hall that began to revive when 
marijuana dispensaries were drawn to its cheap real estate. Lee 
opened one of the first in 1999.

In a bid to demonstrate that marijuana can be a tax-paying, 
job-generating business like any other, he launched other pot-related 
ventures including a retail outlet that sells plants from his nursery 
and a weed-themed gift shop. Lee's enterprises employ 52 people. He 
promotes the area as a destination for pot tourists and pays the 
owner of a Model T to drive them around.

He presides over the neighborhood, nicknamed Oaksterdam after 
pot-friendly Amsterdam, with a proprietary air. He straightens signs. 
He scoops up trash. He is frequently recognized and asked to pose for 
photographs. "I feel like the guy in the Mickey Mouse costume," he said.

At Coffeeshop Blue Sky, his dispensary, Lee tries to make the point 
that a pot shop can be as innocuous as a corner market. He rolls past 
the caffeine to the room where an employee sells Hindu Skunk 
("Effect: Cerebral; Bouquet: Spicy with sweet undertones") from 
behind a Dutch door. He shows off pot cupcakes, chocolates, lollipops 
and a concoction with seaweed and alfalfa that he calls "total 
Northern California."

Lee is single, lives in a one-bedroom apartment and drives a 
13-year-old Bonneville. Of his pot prosperity, he said: "I never saw 
it as my money. I see the businesses as part of the politics."

He operates in a gray zone created by conflicting and murky federal, 
state and local laws, themselves a reflection of the country's 
divided attitudes toward pot.

The California attorney general's office says medical marijuana 
dispensaries and nurseries must be not-for-profit collectives run by 
patients or caregivers. Most cities with dispensaries adhere to that 
view, but Oakland lets individuals own dispensaries and make a 
profit, provided it's not "excessive."

Lee maintains that state law is vague enough to allow for his 
"liberal, progressive" interpretation that medical cannabis can be a 
profit-making business.

Under federal laws, marijuana is illegal for any purpose. But the 
Obama administration has decided not to arrest dispensary operators 
who are in "unambiguous compliance" with state laws.

To avoid antagonizing federal narcotics agents, Lee talks about his 
business with a practiced vagueness. "If you don't rub it in their 
faces," he said, "it's not an issue."

At the same time, Lee insists he has been on a "suicide mission" for 
almost two decades. "Every year, I try to get busted, and I can't do 
it," he joked. If it happens, he is prepared. The plants in his 
nursery sprout from pots labeled: "Juries cannot be punished for 
their verdicts."

If they become evidence in a trial, Lee hopes the jury will get the message.

Lee grew up in Houston and went to a Catholic high school. His 
parents were Goldwater Republicans who taught their five sons that 
marijuana was "the weed of the devil," although they now support his 
initiative.

He studied communications at the University of Houston but was drawn 
to extracurricular work as a stagehand for campus shows. He dropped 
out of school and became a lighting technician for bands. "Everyone 
I've worked for, you've heard of," he said, naming LL Cool J, Dwight 
Yoakam and Aerosmith.

In 1990, on tour with Aerosmith, Lee fell and landed on his tool 
belt. A severe spinal injury left him paralyzed from the waist down. 
"It was kind of a freak thing because I didn't fall very far," said 
Lee, who turns silent when pressed for details.

The accident changed everything for the fiercely independent 
27-year-old, who used to drive a motorcycle and pilot an ultra-light 
aircraft. "You could go on a deserted island with a girl. That's fun. 
So, you know, when you can't get out of the plane, it kind of slows 
down the fun," he said.

A year later, Lee and a friend were in a drive-through at a Jack in 
the Box in Houston when carjackers stole their vehicle. "They pulled 
out large-caliber revolvers and put them to our heads," he said.

The police took 45 minutes to arrive. When Lee, who had left his 
wheelchair at home, asked for a ride, he says one of the officers 
cracked, "What do we look like, a taxi company?"

He says he stewed over the delayed police response until he had an epiphany.

"I thought about that the police are wasting their time looking for 
people like me and my friends, you know, cannabis consumers, instead 
of the real criminals, the real sociopaths and predators out there," 
he said, explaining how he was inspired to crusade for marijuana 
legalization. "The cause saved my life."

He started with a stunt, setting up an informational table on 
marijuana outside the Houston Police Department. "They were not 
amused. It lasted about 15 minutes," he said. An officer spotted a 
water pipe and arrested him. Lee said he spent a night in jail and 
pleaded no contest.

In 1992, Lee opened a store devoted to non-psychoactive pot. He 
cheekily named it "Legal Marijuana -- The Hemp Store." It was more 
soapbox than store. Lee would talk to customers about the absurdity 
of outlawing a plant as versatile as hemp. "You could start a 
conversation, and then they started going, 'Wow, the stoner's not 
stupid,'" he said.

He also started to talk about pot's medical benefits, saying it 
quieted the spasms in his legs. Now he mostly avoids the subject. 
"I've always been for total legalization and seen medical only as a 
political reality," he said.

Lee moved to California in 1997, a year after it became the first 
state to allow marijuana to be consumed as a medicine. In a warehouse 
near the Oakland Coliseum, he started a growing operation that he 
said yielded about a dozen pounds a month. One night, he heard 
booming and felt the building shake. "I'm like, 'Oh, that's got to be 
the front door being kicked in, right?'" he said. It was a stadium 
fireworks display.

He lived in the warehouse for seven years. "You learn not to 
socialize much," he said. Jeff Jones, who ran the medical marijuana 
cooperative that Lee supplied and is one of his closest allies, said 
he was reclusive. He marveled recently at how Lee has managed "to 
come out of his closet for the last decade."

When he did, he proved a shrewd political strategist.

In 2004, as Oakland clamped down on dispensaries, Lee spearheaded a 
local initiative requiring police to make marijuana their lowest 
enforcement priority. To appeal to non-users, he pitched it not as 
legalization, but as a way to "tax and regulate" marijuana. The 
measure passed with 65% of the vote.

Marijuana is now all but legal in Oakland. Underground clubs sell it 
to adults with no pretense that it is for medical use. Four 
dispensaries pay a tax approved last year that raises about $800,000 
a year. The now-pot-enamored City Council has endorsed Lee's 
legalization initiative, approved a plan for four enormous indoor 
marijuana farms and placed a pot tax increase on the Nov. 2 ballot.

Council members who were once adversaries treat Lee as a respected 
advisor. "Let me just thank you for who you are and what you've done 
for the industry," Councilman Larry Reid said at a hearing after Lee 
had spoken.

Lee decided to push a statewide initiative even though veteran 
activists urged him to wait until 2012, when the presidential 
election would probably bring out more liberal voters. He believed 
the recession made his tax-and-regulate message all the more resonant.

"He's it. It was his idea. He bankrolled it. His team wrote it," said 
Dale Gieringer, head of the California chapter of the National 
Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws.

Lee has contributed about three-fourths of the $1.9 million the 
campaign had raised by midyear. His go-it-alone approach left some 
natural allies on the sidelines, including wealthy donors who 
bankrolled earlier measures to loosen California's drug laws. And Lee 
has been vilified by some within the medical marijuana community who 
prefer the status quo and who argue that the initiative could disrupt 
their businesses and jeopardize patients' access to pot.

Polls show that about half the state's voters support Proposition 19. 
Lee, who professes a visceral distaste for politics, had hoped to 
fade into the background when the initiative made the ballot. But 
with no high-profile supporters and no money for TV ads, he remains 
its most visible advocate.

One recent day, Lee drove into San Francisco to search for potential 
donors and endorsers at a fundraising lunch for a union-backed 
nonprofit. Wearing his usual Oaksterdam polo shirt, he stood out 
among the sharp suits and sleek dresses.

As the speeches began, Lee flipped absently through the program, 
studied ceiling beams and chuckled when Mayor Gavin Newsom announced 
he had one final thought after stem-winding past several other final 
thoughts. When the pinstriped Democrat strode out, Lee sped after him 
and asked for an endorsement.

Newsom, a candidate for lieutenant governor, reeled back in 
theatrical horror. "Oh, Jesus," he cried. "Oh, God. Oh, God."

He swiveled. He vanished.

Undeterred, Lee went back inside to try again. 
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