by Rob Smith
It was just after nine pm on
Wednesday 2nd May, when, having just seen the end of a small dispute
at a party on Melrose Road, I reached my car and began my journey
to a friend’s house close by. I reached as far as Coupe Road
when a Police patrol vehicle, quite within the bounds of duty, enquired
who I was. It was the uniformed driver that smelt the sweet smell
of green matter, that my passenger may well have been smoking prior.
Without resisting, a search of my person
revealed I had five grams of the green matter, which for my personal
use, I felt should draw me no more than a caution.
Attended by Howells solicitors they soon
relayed their surprise that the Police wanted to push this case
to court. Even the arresting officers agreed this all reflected
a huge waste of their own and official court time.
Charged with possession, booked and photographed,
I was placed in a cell. Several hours slowly passed as I languished
in their custody. I began to recall how, as a child, I was easily
recognised as a prime target for this criminalisation. I hear the
voices calling for the legalisation of cannabis and know how much
this would do to reverse a situation that has forever made people
like me an easy target to cast into your underworld. A whole nation
held back despite the knowledge that cannabis is less harmful, and
in many cases more effective, than some have allowed the vast majority
Now it is time to make a change, that
gives people like me a chance to continue our climb from the grips
of an underworld, that without us is vastly in trouble.