Whose Child are You Going to Sacrifice?
According to Ryan at the North Coast Journal, “This image was sent anonymously to the Journal with the message,
these stickers are being stuck all over the county by a “grass” roots movement of concerned growers.”
Sadly, unless we do something to prepare for the probable legalization, Humboldt CO. is going to need saving.
But the fact is, sooner or later it is probably going to go legal.
And, the morality of voting to put people like us Humboldtians in jail so that Humboldt is financially stable is …well,.. pretty damn appalling.
Why don’t we just grab some random grower’s child, slap one of those bumper stickers on them, and throw their parents’ in jail while tattooing scapegoat on their skin. Because that is what would be happening—Humboldt would be sacrificing these people in order to pay land payments and buy organic food. Basically, we Humboldtians would become what we hate—snitches—turning against our own kind, in order to profit.
Real peoples’ lives are destroyed because of bad laws. The question we have to ask ourselves is ‘are we Humboldtians willing to support our relatively fine lifestyle at the cost of someone else’s child?’
A little Morality tale:
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jay. He lived with his mommy and his daddy in a beautiful piece of land at the edge of the world. Every day, Jay would follow his mommy out to the garden and help her water and feed the magic plant. The plant grew large and green. The plant was beautiful and made people happy but the King of the land hated the plant. He had ordered that all who grew it should be put in jail.
Mommy and Daddy had a magic paper spell called a ballot that could stop the wicked King but Mommy and Daddy explained to little Jay that the law against having the magic plant was good. This meant that the plant would be worth lots of money and they could pay their land off and buy Jay lots of good food. Jay was happy and so was little May, his best friend, who lived next door. She, too, had a magic plant with her parents. They would all be rich come fall.
One day the King came and found the magic plant growing in May’s yard. While May stood watching, the King’s guards put May’s mommy and daddy in chains and carried them away. May clung to Little Jay wondering what was happening. Then the guards took May away, too.
Jay went and got his piggybank and shook out his pennies. “Mommy? Daddy? Could I have the magic ballot to stop the wicked King?” Mommy and Daddy were scared and sorrowful but they needed to make their land payments so they shook their head.
The next day the King came for them.
Let’s also be clear–Humboldt Growers, business owners, and neighbors of growers all profit in some way from marijuana’s illegality–if only by the goods and services of businesses supported by them. If they vote against legalizing marijuana for financial reasons, they are also sacrificing somebody else (sick patients, young men that go to jail for cultivating a weed, the children of the young men, the mothers of the young men, and an honest respect for what could be a more just system) so that their profits remain high enough to support a their lifestyle. If you are one of them, ask yourself, could you grab that child away from your neighbor just so that you could make money? Basically, you might as well align yourself with the slaveholders and the Brownshirts of history.
I am a passionate advocate for the grower. But there are people suffering because marijuana is illegal. Let’s stop this damn foolishness now.
Man up and vote for the right thing, even if it is the hard thing.