Whatever scare-mongering tabloid journalistic nonsense was released in the name of improved newspaper circulation, it was nevertheless easy to obtain cannabis in London, if one knew where to go. A book which appeared in 1956 illustrated how effortlessly one could enter this demi-monde if one so chose.
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Viper: The Confessions of a Drug Addict, released in 1956 by Robert Hale, a respectable London publishing house, purported to be the story of Raymond Thorp, a twenty-something office clerk who lived in a bed-sitter in Paddington and frequented jazz clubs such as Club Eleven where he started to smoke marijuana so as not to be alienated from his peers. His introduction to the drug occurred in The Boogie Club: The jazz seeped into my body. I felt the notes running through my veins, slipping through my tapping fingers into the air around me. I could see colours where before I had seen nothing. I stared fasdnated, like a blind man given eyes, at white faces resting on brown shoulders. The reds and yellows and blues of the girls' dresses swam like a rainbow before me. And with it all I felt BIG. I felt big physically. I felt big mentally. Raymond Thorp the clerk had been liquidated. I'd tossed the last clod of earth on his grave with the striking of a match. Now I was just 'Ray'. One of the cats. One of the smart people around town,jumping out of the rut and climbing a rocket bound for heaven. In a short while, he became psychologically addicted and started fencing stolen luxury goods around the clubs where, in an austere country still in the grip of post-war rationing, he found a ready market. This did not provide him with sufficient income to support his habit, so he began dealing in heroin and cocaine on behalf of a London gang, and using heroin himself. Arrested on charges of possessing dangerous- drugs and burglary, he was imprisoned and, after attempting suicide in jail, decided to go straight, hoping the proceeds from the sale of the book would support him while he sought a cure.
The book was ghost-written (or, more accurately, co-authored) by Derek Agnew to whom Thorp is said to have told his life story. There was more than a hint of the tabloid press about the narrative but it was not sensationally written and, for that reason, when Thorp says, like it or not, it is the black races who are responsible for the post-war spread of hemp smoking in Britain . . . the blunt truth is that numbers of them take perverted satisfaaion from 'lighting up' a white girl. I know. I have watched it happen. And it is a horrible sight! one is tempted to take his remarks at face value.
Despite the presence of dangerous drugs in British society, there was no anti-drug police unit. There was, however, one person who took it upon himself to address the issue. Dr Donald Mcintosh Johnson published a book in 1952 entitled Indian Hemp - A Social Menace. In it, he told of a reputable Mr A who was fed a Mickey Finn which drove him insane and necessitated him being held in an asylum until the effects wore off. He said the drug used had been cannabis. Years later, including nearly a decade serving as a Conservative Member of Parliament, Johnson admitted the anonymous manic had been himself and that he was not certain what drug had been administered to him. In his book, he also blamed cannabis poisoning as a possible cause of an outbreak of mass hallucination that had occurred in the small French town of Pont-Saint-Esprit in 1951. In fact, it was subsequently proved to be caused by ergot of rye, a fungal disease on the flour from which the town baker made his bread. Accepting this explanation as feasible, Johnson went on to claim that the Russians, from whom Britain imported flour, might contaminate it with cannabis to indoctrinate the country's population, borrowing Chapman Pincher's argument that cannabis altered the electrical impulses in the brain. For the rhythm of the bass drum, he wrote, substitute the rhythm of totalitarian propaganda and the point which I wish to make will be appreciated.
Johnson's book was generally ignored by both the Government and the public. The police targeted black immigrant communities in their search for marijuana and other illegal drugs, and magistrates and judges handed down increasingly long custodial sentences. Yet, as Thorp mentioned in his story, most policemen and officers of the court would not recognize marijuana if they saw it. Thorp describes deliberately smoking a joint in front of a policeman standing on a street corner because he knew he would not identify the odour. This naivety went well beyond the ignorant bobby on the beat. The BBC, which censored itself for sensitive material deemed not suitable for broadcast, permitted the eminently respectable Edmundo Ros and his dance orchestra to play 'La Cucaracha', not realizing what lay behind the lyrics.
By 1960, the authorities still exhibited no real concern for marijuana or any other dangerous drug. Her Majesty's Customs and Excise and the police were keeping a tight lid on the situation. They were not to know it, but this was the calm before the storm.

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