For most of us, we learn to obey at an early age. Parents use a variety of methods and will go to great extremes to teach this lesson; it’s important for the survival of the child and for the sanity of the parent. It also serves the child well with respect to getting what they want while they grow up. The problem is that it does not always serve us so well in society after we have grown up.
It was a beautiful sunny Wednesday morning and it was already getting warm by 9:30. I was making my way to the Vancouver Art Gallery on Canada Day. For the last fifteen-plus years marijuana enthusiasts, protesters, and other civic-minded people have gathered there to celebrate our nation’s birthday, to exercise their right to peaceful assembly, and to protest the unjust laws that prohibit the sale, growth, and use of marijuana by having an open cannabis farmers’ market, much like the 4/20 celebration held every April 20th: Cannabis Day.
When I turned the corner of Burrard and West Georgia on April 20th, 2015, I could see an oversized joint proudly jutting to the sky, puffing away. The smell of a thousand burning joints got stronger and stronger with every step towards one of BC’s greatest art institutions, the Vancouver Art Gallery. A large banner parodying a package of Zig-Zag whites with a caricature of Trudeau’s face covered the current exhibitions banner. People had set up blankets and booths all over the gallery grounds.
Twelve High Chicks would like to thank our first guest contributor, Tracy Curley.
In my regular day I am just like you. I binge-watch Netflix. There is always something that needs to be cleaned, paid or taken care of in some way. I struggle with my self-image. I worry about the state of the world. I love my friends and family, and my little Chihuahua, Sadie. I’m also a medical marijuana patient: diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at age 6, I have been using cannabis medicinally for over a decade. With the use of cannabis I’ve been fortunate to be healthy enough to advocate for medical marijuana and legalization, to fight for those still caught in the struggle caused by prohibition. I was no super hero — until I was.
High, My name is Tracy Curley and I am Canada’s first Weed Woman.
Living in small-town Alberta, it wasn’t easy to find a doctor to sign me on to the MMAR program. However, I was friends with Michelle Rainey. Michelle had already been diagnosed with cancer and was fighting her own battle but was still helping as many people as she could. I too was sending out medical forms for others and helping patients with paper work but at that time we had limited resources.
In 2009 I’d had tests but was still waiting for a doctor. I continued doing what I could for advocacy. At the Global Marijuana March that year I wasn’t feeling very well. Shortly thereafter I found out I was pregnant with my fourth child.
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