With Health Canada rolling out more restrictive rules and Stephen Harper fighting pro-weed legal judgements, local MMJ users fear the system is going up in smoke.
In an early-’90s Civic we drive eastward, away from the
Halifax-Dartmouth sprawl, toward the tiny hamlets and villages that tuck
themselves into the myriad bays and coves of the eastern shore. In the
car the conversation flits quickly from topic to topic, like some
conspiratorially minded hummingbird, and runs the gamut of water-cooler
fringe-news talk.
A speech on the dangers of fluoride in the water leads to a dissertation on chem trails, which effortlessly flows into an account of the real story behind 9/11. The only way through it is to allow each topic to run its course, and then gently, calmly, try to ease the derailed interview back onto track. I want to know about cannabis: medical-grade, Health Canada-approved marijuana, to be precise. Jes James, co-founder of The Halifax Compassionate Club, with whom I am now delivering an indeterminate quantity of medical marijuana to as many patients as we can schedule in the day, is my tour guide.
A speech on the dangers of fluoride in the water leads to a dissertation on chem trails, which effortlessly flows into an account of the real story behind 9/11. The only way through it is to allow each topic to run its course, and then gently, calmly, try to ease the derailed interview back onto track. I want to know about cannabis: medical-grade, Health Canada-approved marijuana, to be precise. Jes James, co-founder of The Halifax Compassionate Club, with whom I am now delivering an indeterminate quantity of medical marijuana to as many patients as we can schedule in the day, is my tour guide.
The 50-something James has rheumatoid arthritis. Like many
auto-immune diseases, in which the body attacks its own cells,
rheumatoid arthritis presents itself under a spectrum of symptoms. To
James, who was diagnosed at age 13, rheumatoid arthritis meant a
lifetime of inflammation-based pain.
Western medicine tends to treat rheumatoid arthritis with doses of
cortisone, or other anti-inflammatory steroids. James, allergic to
anti-inflammatory steroids and worried about the side effects of
long-term use, began to research alternative medicines. That’s when she
took on the alias of the famous train robber, and started using
cannabis to treat her ailments.
“Twelve years ago, I was bedridden for six months,” says James. “I
had used cannabis, but this was before I started using it medicinally.
Without it, by now I’d be in a wheelchair.”
The effects were so beneficial that James became one of the
Maritimes’ most avid cannabis crusaders. Most days James plays “catch
me if you can,” skirting the grey areas of legality, delivering bags of
marijuana to Nova Scotia’s sick and needy and solidifying relationships
between prospective clients and ever-needed growers.
“We have about 100 clients in active files,” says James, as we turn
lightly onto a gravel road. “We’re always looking for growers for
patients. We always have more patients than growers…Part of the process
of finding growers and weeding through them is trying to get into a
dialogue, and get their trust, to the point where we can start talking
about the actual nutrients, and pesticides and cultivation techniques
they’re using.”
Our first visit is to Tim, from Pugwash. Tim lives in a detached
home, set well back from the main road, which by now is just a gravel
cut running through the Acadian forest. There is a calm in the breeze,
and James’ staccato, train-of-thought delivery has a flowing quality to
it that lets the mind breathe.
“What’s happening is that patients are hitting a wall right away,”
says James, ringing the doorbell. “In small towns, this is really
common. They do not want their doctor to know that they use cannabis.
The doctor is often a family friend. Or you come across medical clinics
with a No Cannabis policy, so the doctor can’t talk to you about
cannabis even if he wanted to. If patients have a doctor who won’t
speak to them, we help them find a doctor who will.”
Tim, using a walker, a fat black retriever with a wagging tail in
tow, answers the door. We sit on overstuffed couches, and James
proffers Tim a bulging sack of pungent buds. Tim’s story, of course, is
unique to Tim. But within it runs the standard thread of the
self-medicating, rural Nova Scotian.
Tim has hereditary spastic paraplegia. It is a crippling ailment
which starts in the legs and works its way up. The sufferer carries the
disease for years, unencumbered. And then, very rapidly, usually
around middle age, the afflicted watches the body simply collapse. It
is genetic, often effects a complete generation of siblings and largely
considered to be irreversible. Tim, increasingly couch-bound,
understandably depressed, had never tried marijuana. There isn’t a
strong cannabis culture in Nova Scotia among the older generations.
But, having recently lost control of his sphincter, and quickly losing
control of hope, Tim took a puff of an offered joint. And then
another. And another. And then Tim got off the couch.
“I don’t shit in a bag anymore,” says Tim, opening the back patio
door. His deck is fringed with fat, bushy, marijuana plants. Gorgeous,
red-haired buds, caked in crystals, shimmer in the mid-day sun. James
is giddy as she examines Tim’s crop. The red-haired buds are a rare
find, and she carefully snips several grafts for cloning. It looks to
James like a Red Cross, a high-quality strain with a medicinal history,
more commonly found in California. And apparently, it has found its way
to Pugwash.
“It’s a completely different dynamic if you live in a city like
Toronto or Vancouver,” says James, holding the bud to her nose,
breathing deep. “If you have a legitimate medical condition you can go
to one of these clubs and immediately access the highest quality
cannabis on the market.”
In Nova Scotia, however, James is currently it. The Halifax
Compassionate Club is the only dispensary east of Montreal. What that
means, in the province with the highest cancer rates in the country,
where almost half the population still lives rurally, is that James is
constantly moving. She’s delivering, growing, informing and
connecting. If you keep your ears open to the hum, Nova Scotia is a
constant flood of stories of suffering. People don’t know how to get
legal—or even good—marijuana, or they don’t even know that cannabis
might be a treatment option. Navigating the Marihuana Medical Access
Program, Health Canada’s document-laden licensing program, can leave
sufferers in a bureaucratic funk.
Meeting with James is often the first step toward relief. “I had a prof whose wife had MS,” says James, as we leave Tim waving on the porch steps. “He would have to go to the street to find cannabis for his wife. She had a licence, but she had no source. And this is what people want to avoid. Nobody should have to go to street level drug dealers to buy their cannabis from unknown sources. I’m not saying those are bad sources, but if you don’t know that person, it could be anything.” “How do you get a licence?” I ask. “Right now the entire medical marijuana regulations have been struck down. There is no medical marijuana regulation in Canada whatsoever,” says James. “The Matt Mernagh case in Ontario has changed everything.” Wait. What? No regulations? But what about all the Health Canada forms to be filled out in triplicate, and doctors’ notes, and passport-sized photos? And registering your name and address with the RCMP?
Meeting with James is often the first step toward relief. “I had a prof whose wife had MS,” says James, as we leave Tim waving on the porch steps. “He would have to go to the street to find cannabis for his wife. She had a licence, but she had no source. And this is what people want to avoid. Nobody should have to go to street level drug dealers to buy their cannabis from unknown sources. I’m not saying those are bad sources, but if you don’t know that person, it could be anything.” “How do you get a licence?” I ask. “Right now the entire medical marijuana regulations have been struck down. There is no medical marijuana regulation in Canada whatsoever,” says James. “The Matt Mernagh case in Ontario has changed everything.” Wait. What? No regulations? But what about all the Health Canada forms to be filled out in triplicate, and doctors’ notes, and passport-sized photos? And registering your name and address with the RCMP?
Matt Mernagh is not hard to find. The man wears his marijuana use on
his sleeve, and has literally dared the current Harper government to
stop him. If Mark Emery, sitting behind bars in a federal prison in
Seattle, Washington, is Canada’s prince of pot, Mernagh is most
certainly among Canada’s royal family of cannabis.
“I’d been growing myself for about 15 years, and I was doing it
‘illegally,’ I guess you could say,” says Mernagh, excusing himself
momentarily from a wake and bake session in Vancouver as we chat on the
phone. “I got caught about four years ago. I hired a lawyer named Paul
Lewin while I was in prison, and the first thing that Mr. Lewin said
to me was that he’d like to do a constitutional challenge on my behalf
because he knew my situation.”
Mernagh suffers from fibromialgia, scoliosis, depression and
seizures. He also writes some of the best pot reviews on the internet.
He took the federal regulations on marijuana to court, had them
overturned, and has become a marijuana hero in Canada in the process.
“We went to court and we proved last year that there was no way to
get into the medical marijuana program, by my own testimony,” continues
Mernagh. “We also had 22 witnesses in total, that said ‘Hey, I’m like
Matt Mernagh. I can’t get into this program either.’ And we used people
from across Canada. And that’s important because we found that some
provinces, and even some cities are quite dramatically more well-off
than other places, and Health Canada uses that to spike their
statistics.
“Some people have access to medical marijuana, and some people have
no access to medical marijuana. Everybody has different types of
opportunities. It depends on where you live. It depends on who you
know,” says Mernagh. “There were all these flaws with the medical
marijuana plan that we brought to court. And the judge agreed with us,
so he gutted it. And by gutting it I mean he absolutely destroyed the
medical marijuana program. He said ‘This program is not needed,’ and
that the government has 90 days to make efforts to make a new medical
marijuana program. But this medical marijuana program has to take into
account that the patient comes first. My choice to use cannabis is my
choice. It’s not my doctor’s choice. It’s not the government’s
choice. This is my choice.”
These were the heady days of April 2011. And for a moment in time,
it appeared as though marijuana prohibition in Canada might just come
crumbling down.
But the empire struck back.
Almost immediately after Ontario superior court justice Donald
Taliano struck down the marijuana laws, the Harper government appealed
the decision. Then, on June 17 of 2011, Health Canada issued a cryptic
press release stating that Federal Health Minister Leona Aglukkaq would
be looking to improve the Marihuana Medical Access Program. The
program, as it stands, is the de facto set of rules that governs who can
consume cannabis on medical grounds. And while there are those like
Mernagh who are spearheading the legal battle to set the entire program
on its head, thousands of others across the country have applied to, and
have been granted, the legal right to self-medicate their respective
conditions through cannabis consumption. Nova Scotia, per capita, has
the most licensed medical cannabis users in the country.
Jes James and Tim from Pugwash are among those who have been granted
“grow licences” by Health Canada. They are legally allowed to grow
their own medicine. Aglukkaq’s press release suggests that grow
licences will be eliminated. Aglukkaq bases this strategy on the
suggestion that the Access Program is ripe for infiltration from the
criminal element, and that needed improvements will make safer our
nation’s “children and communities.” Tellingly, the press release notes
in no uncertain terms that legalization or decriminalization of cannabis
is not an option on the table. The impending Mernagh appeal is not
even alluded to.
When I contacted Health Canada on the matter, and asked for proof
about increased criminal incursions into the field of medical marijuana,
media relations officer Gary Scott-Holub withdrew behind claims related
to the health and safety of the program, and the perceived “risk of
home invasion.” There are no statistics to back the federal government’s
suggestion of increased criminality in the Access Program, only
broad-based fears and suggestions of a greater good for the so-called
greater community.
After Aglukkaq’s press release, Health Canada then held a series of
stakeholders’ meetings in Vancouver, Montreal and Toronto. These
meetings, the last of which wound up on September 15, 2011 in Toronto,
were ostensibly meant to gather feedback on the proposed scrapping of
grow licenses.
Ted Smith, founder of Cannabis Buyers Clubs of Canada, a compassion
club that operates out of Victoria, was invited to participate in the
stakeholder meeting in Vancouver. His feedback, he was told, would be
taken into consideration. Not so, says Smith. He thinks that the
stakeholders’ meetings were nothing more than a dog and pony show in
which Health Canada’s mind was already made up, and those concerned with
keeping patient access to medical marijuana at the forefront of the
agenda were shuffled to the sidelines of the conversation. All signs
point to grow licences being scrapped by 2013, regardless of the
evidence that suggested that they are facilitating access for those who
depend on cannabis for their health.
“It’s obvious that Health Canada doesn’t really consider the patients
to be important stakeholders in this process, and they seem intent upon
taking patients’ rights to grow their own medicine away,” says Smith
from his home in Victoria. “I doubt if anything that we said would have
been able to stop them. They have political bosses to answer to, and
the bureaucrats at these meetings might be really nice, but the people
above them, [not so much]. In essence they were asking for help in
putting us out of business or sending us to jail, for a program that it
appears would give a small number of large companies control over the
marketplace. So it really appears to be playing into the hands of large
drug companies, at the expense of patients and their caregivers.”
Health Canada’s findings and recommendations in this matter are
slated to appear in an upcoming issue of the Canadian Gazette,
Parliament’s public record of its goings-on. All signs point to
individual grow licenses being slated for the chopping block, to be
replaced by a large-scale, commercial system of contract growers.
“Health Canada is proposing to put a new supply and distribution
system in place that uses only fully regulated, inspected and audited
licensed commercial producers,” says Gary Scott Holub, Health Canada’s
media rep. “These licensed commercial producers would be regularly
inspected and audited by Health Canada to ensure that they are compliant
with all applicable regulations.”
Removing individual grow licenses stands to severely complicate
patient access to their medicine. And this is compounded by the fact
that Health Canada’s attempts to grow its own marijuana have, according
to licensed users, failed drastically in the past. The one grower
currently under contract to Health Canada, Prairie Plant Systems, grows
notoriously ineffective marijuana 1,000 metres underground in an
abandoned mine shaft in Saskatchewan. The Health Canada shwag is then
Gamma-radiated in Quebec ( ostensibly to remove mold ), a process that
many worry might destroy the medicinal properties of the cannabinoids in
the weed.
“They dilute their weed with leaf and stalk,” says Jes James, now
back home, seated at the kitchen table. The mood has become decidedly
serious. “It is nothing anybody wants to smoke. Do you know how many
patients have written letters and said ‘I will come and work for you for
free. Let me help you. You are obviously unable to do this job.’ Many
people have sent that letter.”
Of course, there is also the not-insignificant spectre of a third
piece of legislation. Bill C-10, affectionately referred to as the
Omnibus Crime Bill, looms in the near future. Attached to Bill C-10,
passed through Parliament and now before the Senate, are mandatory
minimum penalties for growing marijuana. The minimum penalty for
growing between six and 200 cannabis plants is six months imprisonment.
The minimum penalty for growing between 201 and 500 plants is one
year’s imprisonment. And the minimum term of imprisonment is two years
if the number of plants produced is more than 500. There will be no
judicial discretion, no extenuating circumstances, no choice in the
matter.
“The timing of mandatory minimums and the closing down of personal
grows is not coincidence,” says Chris Enns, seated across from James at
their shared kitchen table. Enns, co-founder of The Halifax
Compassionate Club, is also the owner of an online head shop. “There
are patients that are going to continue to grow for themselves
regardless of what the government says. There will be people in
wheelchairs and walkers in their court systems, clogging up their court
systems. That’s what’s going to happen. What we’re going to do, is
we’re going to end up in court within a week of them implementing these
new regulations.”
“We’re going to fight them in court,” agrees Ted Smith from
Victoria. “It seems to be the only way our government will listen on
this issue, or any progressive drug policy issue. The Conservatives are
bent upon putting in crime bills and throwing people in jail that
engage in illicit drug use. The courts appear to be our only refuge
from our government at this point. Clogging the courts…it’s an
expensive and time-consuming process. And a lot of people are going to
suffer and die prematurely from a lack of cannabis care.”
Back at the wheel of her makeshift ambulance, driving down another
gravel road to meet a grandmother in Preston with a cancerous brain tumor who’s in need of some weed, James looks pensive. It strikes me
that regulations or no, James will strive on. This is Nova Scotia,
after all, home of North America’s first documented hemp fields.
“We’re prepared to fight,” says James, gazing off into middle distance. “But we’re also prepared for the outcome.”
- – Miles Howe is a freelance journalist and the Halifax-based editor of the The Dominion.
Source: Coast, The (CN NS)
Copyright: 2012 Coast Publishing
Contact: letters@thecoast.ns.ca
Copyright: 2012 Coast Publishing
Contact: letters@thecoast.ns.ca
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