When I smoked Marijuana in the sixties and AmeriKan racism was the status quo, I traveled to Jamaica to play music and talk to people. During that time, I was invited to a place called Maroon-town where I met a Shaman or Bush Doctor who asked me the question,” What is Ganja to you?.” I told him for me it was a sacrament for free thought.” He told me that he thought that Ganja was,”Compensation for unrealized dreams.”  Today when I smoke my herb, I am thankful that I know the World is not a store and I am thankful for the people of conscience who resist stuff like Racism, torture and the illegal wars against Humanity, the Animals, and the Natural and Indigenous World. When I see people drinking, I always think to myself, better you than me. When I hear a racist, I think about the history of my country and how Alcoholic Christianity fucked up just about everything that was worth a shit. AmeriKa your problem is: you suffer from a divine form of RACISM.