[Marxism] Encounters with the FBI
lnp3 at panix.com
Sun Aug 19 17:21:14 MDT 2007
While going through some old papers this weekend, I came across my FBI
files obtained through the Freedom of Information Act in early 1979.
With the Democrats in Congress giving George W. Bush the right to use
the FBI against the American people, it might be useful to share some of
my FBI dossiers with you since I am a typical victim of police state
abuse in many ways.
In early 1968, I was living in Hoboken, New Jersey in a tenement
apartment that cost $39 per month. The building was filled with some
colorful characters, including a number of people who had gone to Bard
College like me. Two of the non-Bardians fit right in to the bohemian
scene. One was a skinny guy named Hans Kary, who sold LSD and pot for a
living, including to me. In early 1966, Hans stumbled across the Hare
Krishna on the Lower East Side and became a convert immediately. He
explained the attraction to me. “Man, if you chant Hare Krishna all day,
you get higher than if you were on acid and it is free.”
Hans became a leader of the Hare Krishnas in no time at all and changed
his name to Hansadutta das. He was eventually expelled after becoming a
big-time cocaine dealer in the 1980s when he was running a Hare Krishna
temple in Berkeley. Apparently, the cult began selling blow as a way of
supporting its other activities. Eventually, the drug dealing became an
end in itself and led to members killing each other. You can read about
this in the excellent “Monkey on a Stick” by John Hubner and Lindsey
Gruson. You can also check out Hansadutta’s website at:
http://www.hansadutta.com/. There’s nothing about his notorious past.
Hans was pals with a guy named Luke Faust, who lived on the top floor.
Luke earned a living as a model in life drawing classes and doing
occasional gigs as a folk banjo player. He was a pleasant but taciturn
fellow. He never mentioned it to me, but was deeply involved with the
folk revival scene in Greenwich Village and played with Dave van Ronk
and Bob Dylan. After I moved to New York City, a guy named Robert Palmer
from Little Rock, Arkansas took over my apartment and began gigging with
Luke. They formed a band called Insect Trust that included Elvin Jones
on drums. One of their two albums was called “Hoboken Saturday Night”. I
don’t remember who did the cover art, but it was a drawing of our back
yard–clothes lines and all. Palmer eventually became an editor at
Rolling Stone and then a reporter for the New York Times. He died in 1997.
Even though I had joined the Socialist Workers Party by this time, an
FBI visit was prompted by my application for a seasonal job at the
passport bureau in Rockefeller Center. Apparently, they did background
checks on low-level clerical jobs. When they knocked on my door, they
announced themselves as building inspectors. After I flushed a marijuana
plant down the toilet, I let them in. After answering a few innocuous
sounding questions, the interview concluded and they went on their way.
In 1979, I learned the true purpose of their visit...
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