January 19, 1968
by Amy
I’d like to tell you what I’m thinking, but it’s not a good idea because someone might read it. I could endanger other people and that wouldn’t be good.
I asked someone today if he kept a journal, for his thoughts. To keep track of his political evolution. He said it was highly unorthodox, considering how much heat is always on us. But it might also make for good literature, in another time and place. I should be careful because it could entrap me if anyone ever found it.
So I begin. Since I don’t give a shit about Coleman right now, I can tell you that I think he’s back with his funky gang again. Since I started working at the offices, I’m putting the kibosh on him for a while. That means not seeing him at the offices either.





