Suddenly comes the blow to speck. In the middle of a makeshift corral, made up of frames used by the police to guard the passage to the National Palace, men and women, most of them young, huddle on a parapet, all in an atmosphere of camaraderie. They smoke and exchange words in low voices. Some make and trade their bacha. They are near an entrance to the Zócalo Metro station, on Pino Suárez avenue, in front of the Supreme Court of Justice of the Nation building.
A skinny, haughty-looking guy seems to scrutinize those who pass under the gates of the local government building, while he shapes a churro that he brings to his lips and then brings a lighter flame closer. He inhales and looks up, as if searching for something among the branches of a jacaranda. A small wisp of smoke is perceived near his face, after vehemently inhaling most of it. A new drag and he cleared his throat. It holds the smoke and appears to be drowning. Then … comes the calm.
Everything is quiet here.
The members of the collective # Plantón 420 are watching that children do not enter this “space for shared consumption”, as read on a banner, and they ask for “equality with tobacco users.”
“We do not sell, we grow”, they clarify in a sign written with marker on a cardboard, very close to the marijuana plants.
“Hello”, you smile at the skinny guy who tries to hold back the smoke, just to send him a message of peace and love, but he barely gestures, smiles meekly and points to the path that leads to the entrance of the camp where a group of boys and girls do He stands guard at a counter with four marijuana plants stained yellowish green.
Everyone is quick to offer information to those who approach, some out of curiosity and others because they are consumers and want to know how the laws are in this regard. Those of the group give details.
One of the questions they are asked is whether they moved the Senate sit-in to this area, but a girl explains that it is still there, and clarifies that they have never been evicted.
Regarding the skirmish carried out a long time ago by the police and a small group in front of the Senate, they reply that they were never involved; they clarify that there was a confusion on the part of a radio host – he later apologized – who spread the news that they were selling pot; in reality it was a small group that was outside the sit-in, with whom they had nothing to do. Their protest is delimited and with specific claims.
One of the members of the group, Orlando Pacheco —no kidding, that’s his last name—, remains with one eye on the cat and the other on the scribble, as there are people who confuse the entrance to the Metro with that of this “liberated” area, so that makes it clear to them that the right path is around the corner.
“This is to smoke marijuana,” says this bearded man, who reports that here come from office workers, porters and boleros to give themselves a touch and then return to work, although there are several who confuse the way and enter through the door that lead to this den.
Different passers-by, men and women, pretend they are not listening to the clarification; Others smile, look askance and correct the address, and there are those who stop to listen to details of the reason for the sit-in.
The smell of weed runs through various sections of the surroundings, to such an extent that the wind raises the aroma to the windows on the fourth floor of the official building, where the office of the Secretary of Government, Alfonso Suárez del Real y Aguilera, is located, with whom representatives of the collective # Plantón 420, according to information from Pacheco, they have been interviewed.
“And here comes everything.”
“Yes, some of them come to lay their rooster and continue with the job,” Pacheco confirms.
“The fight is in the name,” says Alejandro Mojica, referring to Orlando’s last name.
“May I come in, compete?” – Ask for a shoe shiner.
“Yes, come on in,” Pacheco answers.
Waves of people come, stop, look at potted marijuana plants; some stay to browse or are interested in hearing details, and others continue whispering for a long time.
“And that?” Asks a curious man who points to a plant without leaves, as if shaved, different from the others.
“It’s the flower,” says one of them.
“It’s the one that smokes,” says another.
Plantón # 420 was installed on June 29, a day after the Supreme Court issued the declaration of unconstitutionality that eliminates the prohibition established in the Health Law on the recreational recreational use of marijuana.
The outbreaks of joy were present and there were even some consumers who hugged and cried with emotion.
The demand of the groups is that it be legislated in this regard, since the issue has been postponed for three years in the Congress of the Union.
The Court “has already opened” the way for consumption not to be prohibited, says Orlando Pacheco, who clarifies: “For us there is a long way to go, because the fact that this has happened still does not guarantee human rights”, so “we would continue to be criminalized by the laws ”.
“You have a smoking area here.”
—Yes, what we are doing is freeing up spaces for people to smoke without fear of the authorities, without fear that the police will arrest you or extort money from you because you smoke pot.
“This is a self-contained space?”
—Not autonomous, but liberated, to exercise the right to free development of the personality in terms of smoking cannabis.
The psychologist Álex Mojica, a member of the group, states that there is still a long way to go, since the Legislative and Federal Powers must agree so that cannabis users are no longer stigmatized and criminalized “with the disproportionate prohibition.”
Mojica is an active member of the Xochipilli Cannabis Club and the Ananda Foundation, and since 2018 he has advised Emilio Novelo Flores, the communal commissariat of Villa Cozumel, Quintana Roo.
Novelo Flores, adds Mojica, “began negotiations with different investors interested in developing a sustainable and sustainable cannabis industry, which promotes the polyculture of different endemic vegetables in the region and thereby generate work alternatives for its inhabitants and not depend on a single industry as it was done with the last decades with tourism ”, which has suffered a crisis, especially in recent months.
And Álex, accompanied by a friend, absorbs the mouthpiece of a small tube that he uses for cannabis consumption, which he lights with a wick, thus saving the puff of butane that comes out of the lighter.