This is a testimonial, brothers and sisters, on behalf of the Rainbow Farm in Vandalia, Michigan, an institution keeping alive the dream of the rainbow people in the Hempstock nation. I’ve been to the festivals at the Farm and witnessed the sacred rituals and magical rites. There’s no better place to be in the Midwest on Memorial Day then somewhere floating over the Rainbow encampment thinking about our heroes and warriors that have sacrificed so greatly for freedom. Those who’ve been arrested or broken in the insane and reactionary war on a weed.
The freedom to enjoy music, to be left alone, not to be criminalized in the fascist war on drugs for smoking a joint. The freedom from mindless consumerism, materialism and selfishness. The freedom to establish our own liberated zones without being profiled by Rambos with a badge and a gun. The freedom to dream of a society with kinder and gentler buds and the widespread use of organic hemp.
Hemp is the proverbial “pot of gold,” riches beyond belief that can move us away from the artificial petrochemical culture. The miracle weed that we can wear, burn, eat and write on — can I get a “Right On” brothers and sisters?