Drug Crazy
How We Got Into This Mess and How We Can Get Out
Drug Crazy - Addiction to Disaster - Page 99
As well-meaning government officials have discovered time and again this century, just talking about re-examining drug policy makes you politically vulnerable. The slightest misstep and you’re down like a gut-shot buffalo. In the case of Peter Bourne, the wounds were largely self-inflicted. On a hot summer day in 1978 a young woman on his staff told him she needed a sedative. She was breaking up with her boyfriend and hadn’t slept in days. Dr. Bourne wrote a prescription for fifteen tablets of methaqualone, all perfectly legal, but since she was a member of the White House staff, he made it out to a fictitious name to protect her identity. She made the terminal mistake of asking a girlfriend to get it filled for her, and the girlfriend happened into a drug store that was being audited by a state pharmacy inspector. He became suspicious, asked for I.D., nothing matched, he called the cops, and the cops called on the doctor who wrote the prescription. Bourne, of course, had a perfectly logical explanation for all this, but as far as the press was concerned the explanation was coming from an outspoken drug-legalizer who was caught passing a bogus scrip for Quaaludes—a known sex enhancer—to a lovely young female assistant. Within days every mistake Peter Bourne ever made hit the front page and one of his mistakes was attending a Christmas party
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