reflections on my month-long trip to The Crossroads of the Americas
by Brian Ballard Quass, the Drug War Philosopher
February 28, 2026
During our stifling walk through Taboga Island on a typical summer day in Panama in February 2026, our resident tour guide brought us to the oceanside house of Francisco Pizarro, where the Conquistador lived the good life with the help of his encomienda of 150 indigenous slaves before setting off to conquer Peru, not once, but twice. I was startled to learn that a house with such a name even existed on the so-called "Island of Flowers," let alone that it was located on a street that unapologetically boasted the same controversial name. My astonishment only grew when our guide informed our small group of day trippers that the house is still in the hands of Pizarro's descendants to this very day. "What?", I thought to myself. "Did not the indigenous people of Peru successfully demand the removal of the equestrian statue of Pizarro from the Lima capital in 2003? Why is this house and street tolerated by the Mestizo population of the island, given their tangible connections with the peoples whom the Spaniard decimated for nepotistic gain, the encomiendas thus generated being shared with his three equally ruthless brothers?"
I highlight this part of my recent month-long stay in Panama because Francisco Pizarro is the very "type" of the modern Drug Warrior. He is the type of the modern westerner, who, like a bull in a China shop, interferes in the lives of strangers about which he prides himself on knowing nothing whatsoever, in a self-righteous attempt to make the locals conform to his own ways of "being in the world": a world in which the only acceptable drugs are tobacco and alcohol and the only acceptable religion is Christianity.
Welcome sign entering Agua Fria, first town in Darien Province when heading east on Route 1. The real welcome is a kilometer ahead when the Gestapo -- er, Panama police -- sniff about your car for the Divine Plant of the Inca.
Moreover, the answers to the above questions tell us a lot about the ongoing unwillingness of modern westerners to learn from the past when it comes to our colonial impulses, of which drug prohibition is the modern exemplar par excellence. Take that Lima statue, for instance. Subsequent research reveals that the bronze statue by American sculptor Charles Cary Rumsey was actually reintroduced into the Lima Capital in 2025, indicating that the war between interpretations of history is ongoing and that westerners and indigenous peoples are still at odds over the lessons that should be drawn from that history.
He we are 'welcomed' to the Darien Province by Panamanian police officers, nosing about for any evidence of the Divine Plant of the Incas. This is the kind of Gestapo checkpoint that drug prohibition has brought to the 'democratic' world.
Nor was this the only occasion on which I was reminded of colonialist drug policies in Panama. Our travels on the country's very limited highway system brought us to at least a half a dozen checkpoints where, like everybody else, we were eyed with de rigueur suspicion by Panamanian Police as being potential carriers of contraband, with the subtext always being the potential that we were carrying the divine plant of the Inca. Such stops remind me of how the Drug War has turned all interaction with police into potential conflicts -- because the police are officially obliged to be prudish snoops who always have the unspoken goal of "catching us out" when it comes to our use of medicines of which politicians disapprove, and above all our use of cocaine, which must be fiercely suppressed by the west for multiple reasons, none of which have anything to do with human health. To the contrary, the west outlaws cocaine in order to: 1, maintain government control over mind and mood medicine; 2, provide an excuse for invading Latin American countries at will; and 3, "justify" police brutality and otherwise busybody tactics in the name of suppressing the use of the divine plant of the Inca and its thoroughly demonized alkaloid, cocaine, which Freud himself understood to be a powerful cure for depression.
But it was not until my arrival in the Darien Province that I saw the fanatical prejudices of the drug-hating west on full display. Shortly after passing a deceptively friendly sign that welcomed us to Agua Fria, the first tiny town in the Province, our rental-car was stopped by a trio of gun-toting Panamanian cops sporting battle fatigues and sour faces, who demanded to know where we thought we were going and why. Unfortunately, my Spanish skills were not up to the task of conveying my various motivations and interests in traveling thither, ranging as they did from ecological, to historical, to ethnographical in nature. My cousin, for his part, just wanted to go to the Darien Gap so that he could say that he had done so, and I found that explanation hard to communicate to an impatient and skeptical "soldado" with a machine-gun in his hands. I wanted to say: "We just wanted to see if the stories that we had read about Gestapo police tactics in the Darien Province were really true. Now that you have answered that question for us in the affirmative, we make so bold as to bid you adieu. And now if you'll be so kind as to take that gun out of my face, we will turn around and make our three-hour trip back to our Panama City digs on Route 1. Speaking of which, this section of the so-called Pan-American Highway has long bumpy stretches of completely unpaved "tramos" every few kilometers. Has your highway department never heard of 'paving as you go?'"
Thank God I am not yet fluent in Spanish, for it is just possible that such an harangue on my part would not have gone over well with the camouflaged grumps. But I thank them nevertheless for proving my thesis, a conjecture that the rest of my Panama trip was already tending to strongly support: namely, that drug prohibition leads to the Nazification of local police forces. And what is drug prohibition anyway but the modern expression of the cavalier mindset of the war-hungry Francisco Pizarros of the world. This is why the police checkpoints in Panama depress me so, because the local population should know better than to tolerate such crackdowns, especially since they are mandated by a foreign country with a vested interest in destroying the divine plant of the Inca and re-making Panama in its own image. Like most westerners, the locals have yet to understand that drug prohibition is just western colonialism by other means, no matter how the villains of the piece rage against the strawman of "woke" narratives, as if there was something wrong with westerners learning from the mistakes of their past.
Key Takeaways:
The family of Francisco Pizarro owns a house on the island of Taboga, Panama.
Francisco Pizarro is the very type of the modern drug warrior.
Police at multiple checkpoints in Panama's highway system continue to search for the divine plant of the Inca.
Cocaine must be suppressed by the west for a variety of reasons, none of which have anything to do with health.
Conspicuously armed police in the Darien Province search for the divine plant of the Inca at highway checkpoints on Route 1.
Drug prohibition leads to the Nazification of police forces.
I could tell my psychiatrist EXACTLY what would "cure" my depression, even without getting addicted, but everything involved is illegal. It has to be. Otherwise I would have no need of the psychiatrist.
Addiction was not a big thing until the drug war. It's now the boogie-man with which drug warriors scare us into giving up our freedoms. But getting obsessed on one single drug is natural in the age of choice-limiting prohibition.
I might as well say that no one can ever be taught to ride a horse safely. I would argue as follows: "Look at Christopher Reeves. He was a responsible and knowledgeable equestrian. But he couldn't handle horses. The fact is, NO ONE can handle horses!"
Problem 2,643 of the war on drugs:
It puts the government in charge of deciding what counts as a true religion.
Most substance withdrawal would be EASY if drugs were re-legalized and we could use any substance we wanted to mitigate negative psychological effects.
The massive use of plea deals lets prosecutors threaten drug suspects into giving up their rights to a fair trial.
This is why I call the drug war 'fanatical Christian Science.' People would rather have grandpa die than to let him use laughing gas or coca or opium or MDMA, etc. etc.
After over a hundred years of prohibition, America has developed a kind of faux science in which despised substances are completely ignored. This is why Sci Am is making a new argument for shock therapy in 2023, because they ignore all the stuff that OBVIOUSLY cheers one up.
It's just plain totalitarian nonsense to outlaw mother nature and to outlaw moods and mental states thru drug law. These truths can't be said enough by us "little people" because the people in power are simply not saying them.
I looked up the company: it's all about the damn stock market and money. The FDA outlaws LSD until we remove all the euphoria and the visions. That's ideology, not science. Just relegalize drugs and stop telling me how much ecstasy and insight I can have in my life!!
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During our stifling walk through Taboga Island on a typical summer day in Panama in February 2026, our resident tour guide brought us to the oceanside house of Francisco Pizarro, where the Conquistador lived the good life with the help of his encomienda of 150 indigenous slaves before setting off to conquer Peru, not once, but twice. I was startled to learn that a house with such a name even existed on the so-called "Island of Flowers," let alone that it was located on a street that unapologetically boasted the same controversial name. My astonishment only grew when our guide informed our small group of day trippers that the house is still in the hands of Pizarro's descendants to this very day. "What?", I thought to myself. "Did not the indigenous people of Peru successfully demand the removal of the equestrian statue of Pizarro from the Lima capital in 2003? Why is this house and street tolerated by the Mestizo population of the island, given their tangible connections with the peoples whom the Spaniard decimated for nepotistic gain, the encomiendas thus generated being shared with his three equally ruthless brothers?"
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