A word from our friend Hypserseth... who was on the scene at the time, here is his first hand report...
LIVE FROM THE GARDEN OF MADNESS
One week ago my home was raided by criminals from the
several American Law Enforcement Agencies.
Men with assualt rifles might have been shouting
"federal agent," men with handguns might have been
shouting "police," men cutting down plants might have
been shouting "D-E-A."
In what would later prove to be little more than an
orgy of insecurity and confusion; one man was
arrested, thirteen were detained for public
intoxication, dozens of non-resident volunteers were
sent walking away from the property without their
belongings along highway 20, and several children were
driven away from their home and family.
There is no decency to be found in the raiding party
fed on embarressment and miseducation. There is no
cause that could justify waking children with assault
weaponry. Volunteer patients were handcuffed and held
for "public intoxication," human rights were violated,
misinformation was served by authorities.
Medicine was stolen from the homes of patients,
property was lost and money has gone missing. Fields
of medicinal cannabis were destroyed by overzealous
eradication forces in an effort to cripple and
terrorize the Cannabis Sufferer's Civil Rights
Movement. Irresponsible mercenaries failed to secure
their payload during transport, scattering hundreds of
pounds of fresh green marijuana to be discovered along
miles of highway to be discovered by unsuspecting
citizens.
No amount of restitution will calm the stress or ease
the trauma from bearing witness to such blatant crimes
against humanity.
The true beauty of Medical Cannabis is not to be found
in view of fields of medication or the powerful public
demonstrations, the soul of this movement is not
coated in gold and wrapped in cash.
What is and will always be wonderful is to see and
understand how deeply connected this community is.
What amazes me is how far others will go to help one
another, this is what will never die.
We have all seen crops fail in the hands of pirates
and thieves, as a people we have become surrounded by
death and suffering in love and family.
To us the end is not when an industry seeks to profit
from our demise. Our end will not be when men are
contracted to destroy our health care and invade our
homes. What we fear will not be the face of a gun
toting over paid terrorist. The children will not be
raised to cower in the shadow of an unprovoked enemy.
It is not from the perspective of a victim that I will
write my account of what transpired on the morning of
August the 18th 2004, but from the eyes of the
belligerent convalescent. Powerless authority shall
not shape my words.
LIVE FROM THE GARDEN OF MADNESS
One week ago my home was raided by criminals from the
several American Law Enforcement Agencies.
Men with assualt rifles might have been shouting
"federal agent," men with handguns might have been
shouting "police," men cutting down plants might have
been shouting "D-E-A."
In what would later prove to be little more than an
orgy of insecurity and confusion; one man was
arrested, thirteen were detained for public
intoxication, dozens of non-resident volunteers were
sent walking away from the property without their
belongings along highway 20, and several children were
driven away from their home and family.
There is no decency to be found in the raiding party
fed on embarressment and miseducation. There is no
cause that could justify waking children with assault
weaponry. Volunteer patients were handcuffed and held
for "public intoxication," human rights were violated,
misinformation was served by authorities.
Medicine was stolen from the homes of patients,
property was lost and money has gone missing. Fields
of medicinal cannabis were destroyed by overzealous
eradication forces in an effort to cripple and
terrorize the Cannabis Sufferer's Civil Rights
Movement. Irresponsible mercenaries failed to secure
their payload during transport, scattering hundreds of
pounds of fresh green marijuana to be discovered along
miles of highway to be discovered by unsuspecting
citizens.
No amount of restitution will calm the stress or ease
the trauma from bearing witness to such blatant crimes
against humanity.
The true beauty of Medical Cannabis is not to be found
in view of fields of medication or the powerful public
demonstrations, the soul of this movement is not
coated in gold and wrapped in cash.
What is and will always be wonderful is to see and
understand how deeply connected this community is.
What amazes me is how far others will go to help one
another, this is what will never die.
We have all seen crops fail in the hands of pirates
and thieves, as a people we have become surrounded by
death and suffering in love and family.
To us the end is not when an industry seeks to profit
from our demise. Our end will not be when men are
contracted to destroy our health care and invade our
homes. What we fear will not be the face of a gun
toting over paid terrorist. The children will not be
raised to cower in the shadow of an unprovoked enemy.
It is not from the perspective of a victim that I will
write my account of what transpired on the morning of
August the 18th 2004, but from the eyes of the
belligerent convalescent. Powerless authority shall
not shape my words.