This is the way the drug war starts to end, not with a bang or a whimper, but with an executive order signed by a president who must surely be the least-psychedelic occupant ever of the Oval Office, even when you think about characters as glum and dour as Millard Fillmore and Calvin Coolidge. In recent weeks, Donald Trump has picked figurative and literal fights with everyone from the Pope to Iran's ayatollah. Last year, he released an animated video of himself in a fighter plane dropping feces on "No Kings" protestors. If there is an American alive over the age of 30 who has never listened to Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band all the way through, it's Trump.
But there he was this past Saturday, flanked by, among others, a pumped-up podcast host known for smoking weed on the air (Joe Rogan), an ibogaine evangelist (Bryan Hubbard), and a Cabinet member who has bragged about snorting cocaine off toilet seats (Robert F. Kennedy Jr.). The president was eagerly putting his John Hancock on "Accelerating Medical Treatments for Serious Mental Illness," an executive order that fast-tracks "innovative research models and…drug approvals to increase access to psychedelic drugs that could save lives and reverse the crisis of serious mental illness in America." The order calls for expedited approval of "psychedelic drugs, including ibogaine compounds," that "show potential in clinical studies to address serious mental illnesses for patients whose conditions persist after completing standard therapy." A president who famously ingests nothing more psychoactive than Diet Coke is now pushing ibogaine—dubbed the "Mount Everest of psychedelics" because of the intensity of the trips it induces and its immense potential to reverse brain damage—into respectability. What's next? Ayahuasca in juice boxes for K-12 cafeterias?
