Craig Lee's Kentucky Hemp Story. Joe Domino
made the request, my first reaction was to politely decline Mr. Turner’s offer due to our prior engagements in North Carolina. One glance in Joe’s direction and I knew declining wasn’t an option; I knew we were arriving late to see our friends. We told Peter we’d be honored to meet with his boss. After a short call with the North Carolinians, they more than understood and encouraged our decision. I think they’d do the same given the opportunity to meet one of the most renowned men of the 21st century.
Of all the people Ted could meet that day, he chose us: two badly dressed Kentuckians. One minute we were terrorizing his cleaning staff and then, the next minute, becoming his guests of honor. Before we could meet the boss, though, we had downtime to kill. Peter suggested a novel idea: why not take us two on a backstage tour of CNNstudios? By the grace of Ted, we were being treated like royalty. We shed our obscurity as quickly as my bale was shedding its’ hurds. Our identities transcended from two hemp hucksters into Turner Foundation all-stars.
To begin our backstage tour, Peter Belmuth with the foundation introduced us to another Peter with CNNstudios. This new Peter was a big-wig producer for CNN’s global media operations. He was dressed to the tens and held himself in high esteem. He wasn’t snobby, either, and gladly reciprocated our banter. We eagerly followed our guide into the inner hearth of CNN’s media machine. Down the elevator, beneath the world-engraved promenade, within the global broadcast abyss. “This is where the magic happens!”proclaimed Peter praisingly.
Like a moonshine punch in the mouth, Joe and I felt knocked-cold every turn we took. Now I knew how Dorothy felt on the other side of the rainbow, “Joe-Joe, I don’t think we are in Kentucky anymore!” As if stumbling through a corn maze on a cloudy night, we tripped over ourselves through a labyrinth of control rooms, studio sets, and green rooms. Everywhere I looked there were percolating lights from monitors, switchboards, and cameras. For those youngsters who don’t know about the 90s, computers weren’t as prevalent as they are today. I was overwhelmed by the massive consolidation of technology. The tour was an eye-opening treat that expanded my perspective on the mass media apparatus.
Peter rushed us through the tour to ensure we wouldn’t be late for our big date, but first, he introduced us to celebrity anchors and behind-the-scenes staff. Although we were the guests, the CNN employees treated us like the main attraction. They were intrigued by their uncouth visitors. I guess they didn’t see many country-folk while burrowed beneath ground covering the world’s top stories.
When 2:30 p.m. approached, Joe and I were rocketed to the top floor. The elevator doors parted like the Red Sea. Ted Turner’s executive suite was pure salvation: high ceilings, gold trim, and a massive oriental rug. The walls were plastered with framed magazine covers that displayed Ted’s grinning face: Time, People, World News, Success, and many notable titles. Before I could drool on Ted’s expensive rug, the receptionist snapped her fingers to get our attention. She quickly took Joe and me before two ancient oak doors that proclaimed: “The Boss Lives Here.”
Ted actually did live inside his executive suite for quite some time. Ted once told reporters he spent twenty years in his executive office sleeping most nights on a couch. He rarely left his high rise unless there was an Atlanta Braves game taking place. Ted will always be known for being a frenetic fan, bombastic businessman, and audacious advocate. He was my type of guy. I was getting giddy, but before I could break into a nervous sweat, the two executive doors flung open to reveal Ted Turner in the flesh.
He approached us with his iconic smile outlined by his moniker pencil-thin mustache. There was a sense of awe about him. Joe and I were magnetically drawn toward his jovial embrace as if he were an old friend. It was immediately obvious that he was good at making friends.
“So, ahh—what do you two boys got here?”
I began by correcting his first assumption that the bale was hay, “This here, sir, is an industrial hemp bale.”
“Ah, I see, and, daa—what do you do with it?”
“Besides dropping it on your floor, Mr. Turner?” I said as a feeble apology for sprinkling hurds on his oriental rug, “I’d be happy to tell you…” Joe and I told Ted the facts about hemp. We told him how hemp biomass could offset deforestation if it ever became the preferred feedstock for paper, plastics, and other cellulose-based goods. I lectured Ted that a single acre of bi-annual hemp could produce as much as four times the woody-pulp than one acre of trees, which takes twenty years to grow. Just like the foundation representatives, Ted seemed genuinely interested. Thankfully, he wasn’t bothered by the hurds. The businessman in Ted was most impressed by our hustle, “That’s what we need more of in, daa—today’s world. If the American automobile manufacturers had an ounce of your hustle, then they wouldn’t be losing so badly to, ahh—the Japanese automakers.”
Ted’s competitive spirit was contagious. The entire encounter was worth its weight in gold. Personally, the encounter confirmed the path I had chosen: the path of an industrial hemp advocate. Although Joe and I were not a part of the billionaire clique, Ted could still admire us for our hard work and unrelenting hustle. And that meant a lot.
Before leaving Ted’s office, we presented him with our presents that still hung over Joe’s shoulder. Ted smiled even wider when he received his gifts—but I will never know if he ate his Hemparella cheese. I’ll be sure to ask him the next time we meet. And I still kick myself, till this day, that I forgot my camera in the car! That would’ve been one mighty nice picture to put in this book.
Joe and I departed the executive suite smiling ear-to-ear. I’m not the type of person to brag about the people I’ve met. The more important takeaway is that Ted Turner wanted to meet with us. Earning respect—especially from those on Ted’s level—is a priceless reward that validates the grind. To be acknowledged for your passions just feels good inside.
What made Joe and me feel even better was a call we received two weeks later. It was from Peter with the foundation. According to him, our little visit had made quite the lasting impression. Peter chided that the foundation office was still in a frenzy. While laughing, Peter told us the entire staff kept reliving our shenanigans from the hemp hurds’ trail, to skipping the security line, to our exclusive behind-the-scenes tour and, last, our remarkable meeting with Mr. Turner. Peter’s call brought back that ear-to-ear smile.
The best advice I can give an aspiring advocate is to go all the way and never look back!
Joe Hickey:
This whole country was built on disobedience—sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe in. –– ‘Hempsters Plant the Seed’ documentary sound-clip
Everyone Loves Cannabis
Everyone loves cannabis. Groundhogs love cannabis. Deer love cannabis. Insects love cannabis. Birds love cannabis. Law enforcement loves cannabis too—just not the way we’d like them to. Legalizing something everyone loves would make everybody’s life a little too convenient. Now wouldn’t it?
But the tides are changing. I’ve seen it with my own eyes: cannabis crops resurrected in rural Kentucky after seventy odd years of prohibition. The year is 2015 and Kentucky’s most notorious hemp advocate is busier than ever. Now that the hemp bandwagon is overcrowded, trusting people is precarious business. It’s like the exact moment a pinata bursts and every kid at the party fights over everyone else’s share. Although, for some reason, people feel they can trust me.
I guess my track record proves I’m in this industry for the right reasons. Cultivating a reputation based on altruism has earned me audiences with governors, celebrities, and many influential individuals. People call upon me because they know they’ll get the unvarnished truth: no pitches, no schemes, and no gimmicks. Through years of persistence, I’ve whittled a career that has earned me several lifetime achievement awards. I’m not in it for the speculative wealth; I’m in this industry because it’s the right thing to do for future generations.
And it’s a shame how young people are being introduced to the Industry today.