Carlo Contoreggi

Copyright © 1995-1996, Paul De Rienzo, Dana Beal and Members of the Project All Rights Reserved CHAPTER 10: Carlo Contoreggi Howard Lotsof actually first contacted Charlie Grudzinskasbefore he was appointed head of MDD in January, 1991. Scanning a publication calledThe Scientist in November, 1990, he noticed an interview of a…

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Jon Parker

Copyright © 1995-1996, Paul De Rienzo, Dana Beal and Members of the Project All Rights Reserved CHAPTER 9: Jon Parker Later that afternoon, June 22, 1990, Dhoruba bin Wahad experienced the crowning moment (at least ’til that point) of his life. Black radicals in Harlem had demanded Dhoruba–not Charles Rangel,…

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Nico Adriaans

Copyright © 1995-1996, Paul De Rienzo, Dana Beal and Members of the Project All Rights Reserved CHAPTER 8: Nico Adriaans At the beginning of Glick’s presentation, he threw in a slide he considered to be a gag: a headline from an article in the VILLAGE VOICE, entitled: MIRACLE CURE ?…

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Bob Sisko

Copyright © 1995-1996, Paul De Rienzo, Dana Beal and Members of the Project All Rights Reserved CHAPTER 6: Bob Sisko Before their falling out, Kleber did introduce Lotsof to Louis Harris, a very prominent biochemist in the opiate field. Harris maintained colonies of addicted animals at the Medical College of…

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The Staten Island Project

Copyright © 1995-1996, Paul De Rienzo, Dana Beal and Members of the Project All Rights Reserved CHAPTER 5: The Staten Island Project In 1981 the marijuana movement was divided between NORML (“the suits”) and a larger group of activists who did smoke-ins. Today’s Drug Reform Movement (the Drug Policy Foundation…

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Howard Lotsof

Copyright © 1995-1996, Paul De Rienzo, Dana Beal and Members of the Project All Rights Reserved CHAPTER 2: Howard Lotsof A split had occurred between a small group in New York who knew of Ibogaine and had worked through its implications and the conventional wisdom, which held that the next…

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