Year Two

What a shame all that newspaper talent is mostly gone today, and the papers of this day are a hollow shell of what they once were. And propaganda is today the usual and unchallengeable.

I decided to go to a march. This is something I did not ordinarily do. It was very small affair and was a walk down Mission Street in the Mission district. It was only about fifteen people and I did not realize it until Marko told me later, it was a communist march. We all stood around for awhile at the staging area. It was not hard for me to tell, having been in the army, that about half these people were FBI agents. I was talking to one guy and he asked me where I lived. I told him and he seemed to know all about it. But I did the thing, because it was my honest feeling and opinion and nowhere on any of their literature or banners did it say communist conspiracy scum. I was against the war as was the march. So now I am on a commie list is what I thought. Oh well. Of course having lived through the McCarthy red menace scare in the fifties, one or at least I must now encounter the decades of indoctrination, of vile adjectives, something akin to the hell for the extensively indoctrinated religious types. Imagine me from any-town USA - now I am a commie.

There was in those days strange clicks on the phone. One could suspect that the phone was tapped. So it was interesting when people who came around for one reason or another, and who had talked to someone in the house on the phone, might tell us that the phone was tapped.

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