“I wanted to hear what a federal record about this plant sounds like while it is being built. It sounds like a lot of very credentialed people describing a plant that almost none of them have grown.”
By Max Jackson, Cannabis Wise Guys
For two weeks this summer I slept in my van in a lot across from the Pentagon and walked most mornings into a Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) hearing room, to watch the federal government decide what to do with the plant I used to grow for a living. My converted ambulance gave me a two-minute commute to the strangest proceeding I have ever sat through.
I should say who I am. I ran a licensed cannabis grow in Trinity County, California—thirteen thousand plants, and enough three-in-the-morning equipment failures to teach me what the work costs. Not a lawyer, not a scientist, not a lobbyist. As far as I could tell, I was almost certainly the only person in that room who has grown this plant commercially.
The gallery holds about twenty people, and most days found it largely filled with DEA agents, not the public. No cameras or laptops are allowed inside; you take the day down
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