CONVICTION MAY HAVE CREATED A MEDICAL MARIJUANA MARTYR

OAKLAND, Calif. - Ed Rosenthal is saddled with two public images these
days. The first Ed is the soccer dad who wears Eddie Bauer slacks and pads
around his Victorian home in socks and sandals; the second Ed is the
convicted drug kingpin who faces five years in the pen for having thumbed
his nose at the U.S. government.

Ed's fans embrace the first image. But Ed's detractors tend to carry guns
and badges, and that is why his time as a free man is dwindling toward zero.

"I want to stay out of jail," he said, because he knows what jail would
mean. No more Grateful Dead CDs on his kitchen boom box. No more time in
the greenhouse with his rare orchids. No more quick jaunts with his wife,
Jane, to concerts and gallery openings. No more San Francisco skyline
glinting silver in the distance. No more hugs from total strangers who
think he's starring in a nightmare scripted by Franz Kafka.

And no more growing marijuana for sick people to smoke - which is why the
feds took him down. Miffed by the fact that he was nurturing hundreds of
plants in an Oakland warehouse near the docks, they busted him a year ago
(he opened the door naked at 6 a.m., and saw 15 police officers armed to
the teeth). They convicted him a month ago, and they intend to sentence him
- - five years, mandatory minimum - this spring.

More important, they are waging a national war against medical marijuana,
running roughshod over the nine states that have legalized it - and
Rosenthal is the prize casualty. They view marijuana as a scourge, with no
exceptions. They're not impressed that Rosenthal had been cultivating
starter plants for 3 1/2 years as a deputized city official. They want to
send the message that a 58-year-old man with a son at Columbia and a
daughter in private school is no better than a street dealer.

Rich Meyer, a Drug Enforcement Administration agent, said: "Marijuana is
illegal, period. And marijuana is not medicine. We can't just obey the laws
that we like, because that's a recipe for chaos."

Californians, who legalized marijuana for sick people in a 1996 referendum,
have discovered that the Bush administration has no intention of respecting
their decision. The DEA has been raiding the pot dispensaries - most
notably last autumn in Santa Cruz, after which the mayor, as a protest,
personally handed out marijuana to medical patients on the steps of City
Hall - and a dozen medical-marijuana growers in the state have been
convicted in federal court.

But, in Rosenthal's case, the feds may have created a martyr to the cause.
They convicted him as a common drug dealer without allowing jurors to hear
any evidence that he was growing pot for medical reasons (because federal
law doesn't recognize medical use). For that reason, nearly half the jurors
have renounced their own verdict.

In her kitchen, juror Marney Craig said: "What I saw in court was a nice
Jewish man who could be a friend of mine. It feels horrible to have been so
manipulated. We have to live with the knowledge of what we've done to Ed.
And what about the voters of California, passing medical marijuana? How can
come in and say, 'Your opinion doesn't count for anything'?"

Rosenthal seems pleased with his status of cause celebre. People hug him on
the street. He drives up in his silver Cougar, and he's treated like
Sinatra at the Copa. When he shows up at the pot dispensaries in downtown
Oakland, sick people in wheelchairs roll by to pay their respects.
Plant-lovers accost him, speed-rapping about "cannabinoid receptors" and
other fine points of growing.

Rosenthal is reliving the 1960s and digging it. He refers to his plight as
"the ultimate phase of activism - like the Berrigan brothers," invoking the
Roman Catholic priests who were jailed for their antiwar actions. He thinks
he's a classic symbol of what can go wrong when "fanatic ideologues" in
Washington try to prevent the states from making their own decisions about
the health of their citizens.

He now has five lawyers trying to keep him out of jail, and he insists that
"the fickle finger of fate just happened to stop at my door." But that's
not exactly true. Co-owner with his wife of a publishing company, he has
been writing for decades, in books and magazines, about marijuana
cultivation. He openly believes that pot should be legal, that the current
laws "are hollow and rotten to the core," and that the medical-marijuana
battle could soften the public for a subsequent legalization crusade.

Well, that kind of talk is catnip to the DEA, which answers to an antidrug
hard-liner, Attorney General John Ashcroft. (Although Ashcroft's boss,
President Bush, did say as a candidate in 1999 that, on the issue of
legalizing medical marijuana, "each state can choose that decision, as they
so choose.") Rosenthal was too juicy a target to pass up.

DEA agent Meyer said: "If someone is going to say, 'I want to grow all the
pot I want, and here are my books about it,' - well, thank you, sir, for
making my job easier. If you want to be such an advocate, you shouldn't be
surprised if we pay you a visit. ... And Rosenthal makes it clear that
'medical marijuana' is just a beachhead for the larger attempt to make this
drug legal."

As for the jurors' complaints that they were denied crucial evidence about
Rosenthal's true identity, Meyer said: "In our system, the jury sees
whatever is deemed legally appropriate. They saw everything they were
entitled to see. That's our legal system. It's all we have, for better or
worse."

But the ticked-off jurors are writing a letter to the judge, imploring him
to find a way around the five-year mandatory minimum sentence. Jury foreman
Charles Sackett, sipping tea the other day, said: "A lot of us didn't eat
or sleep for a week after the trial. I've been devastated that I wasn't
given the whole truth. It's totally appalling that they can bend and twist
things. They expected me to play fair as a juror, but they weren't playing
fair with us."

Expect to see some of these jurors testifying on Capitol Hill soon; three
California congressmen, including one conservative Republican, are pushing
a bill that would permit a "medical defense" in federal marijuana cases
that are prosecuted in states where the drug is dispensed. (Maryland is
currently debating whether to become the 10th state. The Republican
governor supports the concept of pot as pain reliever, in part because his
brother-in-law recently died of cancer.)

Meanwhile, Oakland's dispensaries remain open, seemingly undeterred by the
Rosenthal case. But Meyer said: "They should not be surprised at all if we
pay them a visit."

As for Rosenthal, who would prefer his denim jacket to prison scrubs, he's
trying to see the humor in all this: "When my son first got into Columbia,
I told him to go meet Meadow. You know who I mean - Meadow Soprano, who
goes to Columbia on 'The Sopranos.' Whose father is a crime kingpin, always
in trouble with the feds. But now I've come to realize, my son is Meadow."