Spies and Narcs
July 10, 1968
by Amy
There is so much work to be done. We now have clusters of committees around our office. Several artists hang out during the day, smoking cigarettes and drawing flyers. Today, one of them went to light up a joint. Glasses quickly put a stop to it.
We know we’re being watched now. It’s hard to ignore the narcs who come through the door. We don’t confront them. Instead, we put them to work and watch to see if they’ll blow their cover. In particular, we’re looking for eye contact. Say, if one narc gives a peculiar look to someone else in the room.
That is what happened today. We have one guy who started showing up this week. He says that his name is Bill and that he’s a student at University of Chicago. But his hair is a little too short and he holds a cigarette like a g-man from the movies. No one else on staff has caught on. Glasses and I are hoping no one does.
It was cool to spy on the narcs. It made me feel like them, for once. Glasses and I decided that we have to figure out a way to throw their methods back them. Instead of allowing ourselves to be spied upon, we have to do the spying. We have to figure out who stole our files, and who the spies are in the office.
I wonder if we can find someone to infiltrate them.
