Watch What You Read… The Feds May Come Calling
Posted on July 22, 2003 at 1:11 pm | No Comments
Like any relatively level-headed U.S. citizen, I’ve got my fair share of paranoia about our increasing loss of civil liberties in this new age of the so-called “Patriot Act”.
This paranoia turns to fear, then to shame, then straight on over to disgust when I read a story like this…
Careful: The FB-Eye May Be Watching
Reading the wrong thing in public can get you in troubleBY MARC SCHULTZ
07.17.03“The FBI is here,”Mom tells me over the phone. Immediately I can see my mom with her back to a couple of Matrix-like figures in black suits and opaque sunglasses, her hand covering the mouthpiece like Grace Kelly in Dial M for Murder. This must be a joke, I think. But it’s not, because Mom isn’t that funny.
“The who?” I say.
“Two FBI agents. They say you’re not in trouble, they just want to talk. They want to come to the store.”
I work in a small, independent bookstore, and since it’s a slow Tuesday afternoon, I figure, “Sure.” Someone I know must have gotten some government work, I think; hadn’t my consultant friend spoken recently of getting rolled onto some government job? Background check, I think, interviewing acquaintances … No big deal, right? Then, of course, I make a big deal about it in front of my co-workers.
“That was my mom,” I tell them. “The FBI’s coming for me.” They laugh; it’s a good joke, especially when the FBI actually shows up. They are not the bogeymen I had been expecting. They’re dressed casually, they speak familiarly, but they are big. The one in front stands close to 7 feet, and you can tell his partner is built like a bulldog under his baggy shirt and shorts.
“You Marc Schultz?” asks the tall one. He shows me his badge, introduces himself as Special Agent Clay Trippi. After assuring me that I’m not in trouble, he asks if there is someplace we can sit down and talk. We head back to Reference, where a table and chairs are set up. We sit down, and I’m again informed that I am not in trouble.
Then, Agent Trippi asks, “Do you drive a black Nissan Altima?” And I realize this meeting is not about a friend. Despite their reassurances, and despite the fact that I haven’t committed any federal offenses (that I know of), I’m starting to feel a bit like I’m in trouble.
Read more here.
The 2004 election cannot come soon enough.
(thanks for the heads up, kim)
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