WHAT HOWARD MARKS MEANT TO ME: A FINAL FAREWELL TO MR. NICE

What Howard Marks Meant To Me: A Final Farewell To Mr. Nice
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WHAT HOWARD MARKS MEANT TO ME: A FINAL FAREWELL TO MR. NICE



Written by Simon Doherty
11 Monday 11th April 2016

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When I was 15 my mother said I needed to read, so she took me to a local Waterstones and told me that I could pick any book I wanted. She wasn't too impressed when I chose an autobiography of a Welsh drug smuggler, but she went with it and my long-term love of reading began.

Howard enjoying a smoke

The book was of course Mr Nice by the recently deceased Howard Marks. A tale of hippie ideals, excesses at Oxford University, tonnes of hash being shipped into the UK under the nose of the authorities, the IRA, the Italian Mafia, corrupt government officials, and one man – with 43 aliases – ready to take on the world. It was everything one could ever ask for in an engrossing narrative and so much more.

My favourite anecdotes from the book include when Howard was acquitted at the Old Bailey. He unbelievably managed to convince the jury that he was only engaging in smuggling activities at the request of MI6; on another occasion, he placed an FBI surveillance bug into a floatation device and threw it into the sea, sending the law enforcement agency on a colossal wild goose chase.

A decade after first reading his book, I found myself sat smoking a large joint with him outside a bar in Leeds (Howard’s adopted city from 2005 to his death) whilst interviewing him for a documentary. Difficult meeting your heroes, isn’t it? No, not with Howard; he was the most charismatic and gentle man I ever met, truly effortless to be around.

Howard's various guises at work

Howard passed away this morning, aged 70, after losing his battle with cancer. He was surrounded by his four children. A jack of all trades and a master of all: an urban legend, a dedicated human rights campaigner, a smuggling overlord, a counterculture champion, a respected academic, an outstanding author, a DJ, a hilarious comedian, a skilful raconteur, and a loving father. A man who never compromised his values even in the face of overwhelming odds.

He was a hero to multiple generations and his vast knowledge, piercing wit, and blistering determination will be dearly missed. It’s sad that he never lived to realise his dream of witnessing an end to the social exclusion, marginalisation, and ostracisation of peaceful people who simply choose to burn a plant. Don’t worry mate - we’ll carry on the mission.

Thanks for your words, your raw intelligence, and for giving me the courage to write about drugs. People will still be telling your story for generations to come and you will be deeply missed by so many. 

R.I.P. Dennis Howard Marks (1945~2016)

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