What a handle
I like Senator Sessions’ full name. It’s about as Southern as they get, and being a Child of the South, it reminds me of names I heard and learned in my youth. That doesn’t mean I agree with everything he seems to stand for, and especially not with some things he’s been quoted as saying. Still, you have to give the Devil his due, and he IS a seated U.S. Congressman.
The Senator’s comments about good people not using marijuana really got under my collar. I could have let my Rebel Soul explode, but as you’ll read later if ya stay with me, I’m an old ‘Bama boy, just like Senator Sessions, so I thought I’d approach him one Southern gentleman to another, instead.
Pissin’ in the Wind
I may be doing just that, but I feel it’s worth the effort, so I dropped the following letter into the U.S. Mail on Tuesday.
Senator Jeff Sessions
326 Russell Senate Office Building
Washington, DC 20510
Congratulations on your selection as the Attorney General by President-elect Trump. If you are confirmed, I wish you all success in that endeavor.
Let me introduce myself. I’m an old Alabama boy myself. I’m from Alexander City, Tallapoosa County, though life and fortune carried me around the globe and I’m now a Georgia resident. I’m the product of farmers, textile workers, and WWII Veterans, hard-working folks who loved the Lord. My father was also an itinerant preacher, which is what eventually brought him to Georgia in 1975.
I enlisted in the Air Force in 1971 and spent 20 years bouncing around the globe, defending our Constitutional way of life. I retired as a Master Sergeant in 1991. I moved to Georgia to be close to Mom and Dad, and became a Peace Officer, serving two different Sheriffs in two counties over a 15-year period, retiring as the Chief Deputy of Johnson County.
Over the years, I had a few minor back injuries and wound up with herniated discs. I also had 3 heart attacks and developed a subdural hematoma. I was on so much VA medication that I became a virtual zombie. Several times daily I was taking medications that bore the “may cause dizziness or drowsiness” warning, from opiates to anti-convulsants, to sleep aids.
I turn 66 this month, Mr. Sessions. I’ve never been arrested. I’ve only had one speeding ticket since my 20s. I spend my time helping the disenfranchised in my community, as best I can. Just as you have done, I have served my Country and my Community. I’m a good person.
But I now use cannabis as medicine. The only prescription medication I take these days is for my heart, my diabetes, and that pesky prostate we older folks experience. One plant has replaced several prescription medications, I am healthier, and my quality of life is much improved.
Judging by a few quotes attributed to you, that makes me somewhat of a second-class citizen. I can’t be “good” people, at least in your eyes, because “good” people don’t use marijuana. Despite my past deeds and accomplishments, now that I’m old and infirm, and find relief for my symptoms through cannabis, I am no longer “good” people? So be it, but I implore you, sir, if you are confirmed, to consider the following:
We’ve been fighting the War on Cannabis since 1937. It is patently obvious that Cannabis is winning. Just as with the period between the ratifications of the 18th and 21st Amendments, this government has squandered billions trying to enforce the Prohibition of a substance that people want. Yet despite all the Federal taxpayer dollars thrown at preventing the cultivation and use of cannabis, each year more States pass some type of legalization measure. More than half now have at least a CBD oil law. Doesn’t the Department of Justice have more pressing issues to pursue than enforcing a Federal law which most States are willing to ignore?
From one old ‘Bama boy to another, you need to know this; There are more of us “good people” out here using cannabis than you realize and we use it not because we want a Revolution, but because we’ve had a Revelation. We’re not going away, and you’ll never jail us all. Presidents Nixon, Ford, Reagan, both Bushes and Clinton all tried but failed, as evidenced by the fact that we’re still here and getting louder.
Once again, I wish you the best as the confirmation process proceeds, and I’m praying fervently that God, who created this plant for our use and benefit, softens your heart about this matter.
Jerald T. McCain
Brave or Simply Fed Up?
I’m an avid Facebooker (feel free to Friend me. It’s Tom McCain). I shared this letter and it got shared and it got shared and someone thanked me for being brave enough to speak out. I don’t know about brave, but I know I’m fed up and I Ain’t Skeered. I’m not preaching Sedition or Anarchy. I’m asking for a more humane and reasonable look at the issue. As a matter of fact, the more I look at it, the more I realize this is a Basic Human Rights issue and is covered under the Inalienable Rights we have to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
You Catch More Flies With Honey
Granny used to say that often, and while I could certainly Rant and Rave about some of Jeff’s comments, in the end, I’ll take Granny’s advice. To put it another way, it’s a matter of feeding the bear with honey and trying to make him your friend or poking him with a sharp stick and getting a face full of claws. We, as pro-cannabis activists, need to make friends with this particular bear.
I’m hoping the Senator won’t just throw the letter in the trash. I hope he answers me personally. I’m praying for a good conversation. If not I’ll let y’all know when the Black Choppers land.