Having
Took The Bus Into Portland To Use The Phone At Phils Telephone To Check Out Jobs
In The Oregonian Newspaper, I'm Calling Away On The Phone In The Late Morning,
Mid-Week Just Before The Weekend Prior To Halloween Which Fell On A Weekday When
I Hear Knocking At The Front Door. --- Thinking That It Might Be Someone Phil
Or His Brother Rick Knows I Answer It Only To See A Guy In A Suit Who Shoves A
Badge In My Face And Says He's The FBI And That They Are Conducting A Door To
Door Search Looking For The Man Who Just Robbed The Bank Located At Southeast
39th & Hawthorne, Some 5 Or 6 Blocks Away From Phil's Place Located On SE
Clay St. Just West Of 45th Near Pilgrim's Natural Foods Where He Worked.
The
Meticulously Groomed And Tailored FBI Agent Is Apparently The Man In Charge Of
The Other Younger FBI Agents I See There In The Background From The Front Door,
Knocking On Doors Across The Street, Whereby The Fed Goes On To Describe The Bank
Robber As A And Slender Man About 6-Feet Tall, With Not Quite Shoulder Length
Blonde Hair Wearing A Rubber Mask.
I
Then Realize That The FBI Agent Just Described Phil's Freind From Chicago, Whereby
I Glance Over To The Large Steamer Trunk Right There In The Living Room, It's
Lid Open, Revealing It's Varied Assortment Of Pete's Rubber Masks Along With A
Few Laying Thereon The Floor In Front Of The Trunk Itself.
Having
Dealt With Covina Police Detectives Since I Was Fourteen And Later With L.A. Sheriff's
NARC's And So On, Combined With The Fact That I Not Only Knew Cops Who Were The
Relatives Of My Friends, Plus The Fact That I Grew Up Next To An L.A, Sheriff's
Deputy And Tht I Had Two Police Science Instructors Who Were Both L.A. Sheriff's
Detectives, One A Former U.S. Treasury Agent Back In 1971, I Kept A Cool Head,
And Smiled At This Fascist Faced Fed Wearing The Little Red Christain Fish Symbol
On Lapel, As I Walked Out On The Front Porch Gently Closing The Front Door Behind
Me Lest The Fed Decided To Stick His Nose In There.
Eager
To Deflect Attention Away From That Incriminating Steamer Truck Of Rubber Masks
Just Behind That Front Door, Thereoin The Porch I Feign Amazed Interest Thereas
I Look Out Past This FBI Agent Who Is Visibly Agitated But Frustrated Into Silence
Nonetheless, As The Fed Starts Giving Me The Third-Degree, Whereby I Decide To
Keep My Conclusions Regarding Chicago Phil, His Blonde Hair, His Height, And His
Trunk Full Rubber Masks To Myself --- I Simply Stick To My End Of Things And Tell
Him How I Was Just The Phone At My Friend's House While He Was At Work.
The
FBI Agent And I Then Verbally Danced Around On Phil's Porch For A Few Minutes.
This Told Me That The Fed Knew That Phil Who Was Then Staying There Was The Man
He Was Looking For, And Which Meant That Either Phil Must Have Been Working For
Them An Decided To Take A Little License To Rob The Bank At 39th & Hawthorne
And Or That I Was Under FBI Surviellance In Portland. --- This Was All Made Certain
When My Former Cellblock Mates From The Clark County Washington, County Jail last
May of 1978, O'Brien & Benny Turned Up In Portland To The Very Day Of My Return
Back On September 4th.
As
This Fed Knew He Had Hit The Right Place --- I Studied The Fed's Face As He Mulled
Things Over As To Whether Or Not He Should Just Charge Through That Front Door
That I Had Just Closed. --- I Had Done This Remembering How My Criminal Law Teacher
The Former U.S. Treasury Agent, Then As L.A. Sheriff's Lieutneant had Taught Me
About 4th Amendment Searches And The Case 'Maps versus Ohio' And How Illegally
Obtained Evidence Wouldn't Hold Up In A Court Of Law. This Plus The Fact That
I Actually Liked Hanging Out And Smoking Dope With Chicago Pete At As Played Guitar
And Sang Whilst We Partied At Phil's In Some Evenings.
I
Guess I Must Have Rememebed How Chicago Pete Had Fired Shots At The U. Of Oregon
Med Center Only 2-Weeks Earlier That October During Our Visit With Some Girls
From St. Mary's Prep School One Night When Phil And Pete Went For Some Beer Whilst
I Stayed In One The Dorm Rooms Or Possibly An Apartment They Had Talking With
The Girls, Who Although Were All Under 18 Were Nonetheless Legal Under Oregon
State Law, As They Were All Over 16.
This
FBI Agent Had Become Somewhat Angered That I Wouldn't Snitch Out Pete, And Was
Equally Frustrated That He Couldn't Search The House Unless I Gave Him The Probable
Cause He Needed To Get A Search Warrant By Ratting On Chicago Pete. Nonetheless
I Suspect That This Head Fed In Charge Really Wanted To Know If I Hadn't Been
In On Pete's Bank Robbery Plans And As To Whether Or Not I Suspected That Phil
May Have Been Sprung From Jail In Order To Help The Feds In Setting Me Up For
Some Kind Of Frame-Up, --- The General Gist Of Which I Knew, The Details Or The
Crimes Then Unknown To Me At That Time.
Regardless
Of All That, And Whatever Phil's Motives Were I Was Nonetheless Gratefull To Chicago
Pete For Smoking These FBI Rat's Out Of The COINTEPRO Hunter's Blind That Were
Lurking Behind Watching Me All These Years. These Were Apparently The Same Feds
Behind The Then Recent Rash Murders In Yreka During My Stay There That Previous
Summer Of 1978, And A Whole Host Of Other Crimes I Knew Of But Could Never Hope
To Prove.
As
The Color On The Fed's Face On The Porch Started To Go From A Rather Pale Shade
Of Red Towards A Kind Of Magenta On His White Face I Decided To Defuse The Situation
By Walking Off The Porch Down To The Front Yard As I Lit Up A Cigarette And Watched
The Younger FBI Agents Knocking On Doors All Up And Down The Street. There Must
Have Been A Dozen Or More That I Saw There That Day. --- The Fed And I Knew What
Was On Each Other's Mind As We Both Politely Glared At Each Other And Said Farewell.
