...excerpt from
On the Trail of Marihuana, the Weed of Madness:
"We now know that marihuana --
- [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Destroys will power, making a jellyfish of the user. He cannot say no.[/FONT]
- [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Eliminates the line between right and wrong, and substitues one's own warped desires
or the base suggestions of others as the standard of right.[/FONT]
- [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Above all, causes crime; fills the victim with an irrepressible urge to violence.[/FONT]
- [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Incites to revolting immoralities, including rape and murder.[/FONT]
- [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Causes many accidents, but industrial and automobile.[/FONT]
- [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Ruins careers forever.[/FONT]
- [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Causes insanity as its specialty.[/FONT]
- [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Either in self-defense or as a means of revenue, users make smokers of others, thus perpetuating the evil."[/FONT]
"Victor Licata, aged nineteen, sat sobbing. He was in jail in Tampa Florida, his home town; and, although he had been there for half a day, his parents had not been near him. He wondered why they had forgotten or were neglecting him . . . He didn't know that his father and mother were dead; that his two brothers and one sister were also dead; in fact, his whole family, except a brother away at the university had been killed . . . And what is more, he didn't know he was the one who killed them. He didn't remember that in the middle of the night, he had arisen, taken an ax, and hacked his mother, father, two brothers, and sister to pieces while they slept . . .
. . . Victor had smoked some marihuana cigarettes that afternoon. After going to bed that night, he suddenly though, as nightmarish hallucinations raced through his mind, that his mother and father were plotting to cut off his arms and legs as soon as they got up in the morning. This horrible obsession fixed itself in his mind; and so real was this imagined threat to him, that he decided the only thing to do was kill them first, while they slept.
. . . [at the crime scene a few months after the murders], the police confided to us that the father, who had been murdered, was by no means blameless, for he had been making these cigarettes and having his son Victor peddle them to the students at the high school he attended. In time, Victor sampled his own product. Then came the quintuple murder."
and so on...
Reefer Madness: Propaganda