I'll never know for sure, but it's possible that I was once on, ahem, extremely intimate terms with W. Mark Felt, the leak artist formerly known as Deep Throat who has now passed away.
Journalists and many others lionizing the former FBI official -- rightly -- for his contribution in helping to bring down Richard Nixon, should not overlook the fact that Felt was one of the architects of the bureau's notorious COINTELPRO domestic spying-and-burglary campaign. He was convicted in 1980 of authorizing nine illegal entries in New Jersey in 1972 and 1973 -- the very period during which he was famously meeting Bob Woodward in a parking garage. Only a pardon, courtesy of Ronald Reagan, kept him out of jail for a long term.
So the man knew a thing or two about illegal break-ins. COINTELPRO was the Patriot Act on steroids. And that's where I come in.
Back in the bad old/good old days of the early 1970s, a fellow named Stew Albert used to write, off and on, for a rather legendary magazine that I helped edit in New York City, before I went straight, called Crawdaddy. (We had plenty of other contributors, including Joseph Heller, P.J. O'Rourke, Tom Waits, Richard Price, William Burroughs, and Tony Kornheiser, to name a few.) Stew was a proudly left-wing guy, but from the fun-loving ex-Yippie side of the antiwar spectrum (he helped found the Yippies), as opposed to the violent Weatherman sector. By 1973, he had a bad ticker, and was pretty much retired from the high-stress forms of political activity.
Stew had both the good and bad fortune to live in an isolated area of the Catskills, sharing a humble cabin on a hilltop near Hurley, N.Y., with his wife Judy Gumbo (as she was known, and also a well-known politico). Occasionally I spent a weekend with them there, or stopped by on the way to somewhere else.
In those days, at least one famous left-wing fugitive seemed to be on the loose at all times, ranging from Patty Hearst to Abbie Hoffman. Given their location, and backgrounds, Stew and Judy were, at least on paper -- or in the fertile minds of Mark Felt's FBI agents -- plausible candidates to, perhaps, shelter at least one of the runaways. So they'd joke about their phone being tapped, or spotting spooks hiding behind trees in the woods, or expecting to find a listening device installed somewhere in their house.
Well, as we used to say, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't watching you. Turns out all of those fears were justified, and then some, thanks to Mr. Deep Throat and the program he helped organize.
Our fears first spiked when someone broke into the Crawdaddy office on lower Fifth Avenue one night. The intruder busted the gate protecting our rear entrance, and opened a few drawers, but nothing of true value or embarrassment was missing. You might say, in the parlance of the time, that we were only "Felt up." Unfortunately, we had very little to hide, beyond Bruce Springsteen's home phone number.
Then, I got a call from Stew on a Sunday morning, Dec. 11, 1975. He had come out to his old car, parked in front of a friend's house in Greenwich Village -- the friend was William Kunstler, another Crawdaddy contributor -- and noticed the band of grime on his rear bumper was brushed away in one spot. Investigating, he reached under the bumper -- and found a crude homing device, about the size of a pack of cigarettes, with a cute little antenna sticking out. He had no idea how long it had been there or who, exactly, had been following them.
I rushed to the scene. Naturally, Crawdaddy's editor, Peter Knobler, called a photographer, and we published a story about the episode the following month, which drew national attention. Pardon my French, but I recall that we called the story, "Bug Up My Ass!"
With this rather firm evidence in hand, the couple launched a lawsuit against the government. During the course of it, FBI documents were released, and we all learned that, indeed, G-men had hidden in the woods watching them -- and worse, had broken into their cabin at least half a dozen times. The feds also monitored all their mail at the local post office, and opened some of it. Of course, in my editorial duties, I had sent them many letters: Remember snail mail? They also perused the couple's bank records. What incriminating evidence did they find? Zip. Nada.
One of the agents, according to the documents, had the wonderful name of George T. Twaddle.
Oh, one more thing: A listening device had been planted in their bedroom. I used that bedroom at least once while I visited them -- with a girlfriend, no less.
This was all standard fare for many FBI agents at the time, when they weren't infiltrating, or even starting, lefty political groups. "There was no instruction to me," Felt later told Congress, "nor do I believe there is any instruction in the Inspector's manuals, that inspectors should be on the alert to see that constitutional values are being protected."
Stew (who recently passed away) and Judy managed to win a cash settlement from the government, though I forget the figure and the details. Still, I doubt if Judy is joining in the chorus of hero worship today for W. Mark Felt, who has good reason to prefer going down in the history books as Deep Throat, not Deep Doodoo.
Greg Mitchell is editor of Editor & Publisher. His ninth and most recent book, on Iraq and the media, is titled "So Wrong for So Long."
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One forgets just how bad our Executive branch was reguarding our rights back then.
I hope our new government will reverse the similar criminal acts which have been perpetrated upon the citizens of the United States of America. Even if punishment is not attainable, we can reverse the policies which were carried out over the last eight years. So many things to do to repair our country.
Can you all help?
Thanks for this post! I am new to your writing and "So Wrong for So Long..." is on my must read list.
Did you write a book about this?
"There was no instruction to me," Felt later told Congress, "nor do I believe there is any instruction in the Inspector's manuals, that inspectors should be on the alert to see that constitutional values are being protected. "
What was considered a cancer on the presidency of Richard Nixon is now standard operating procedure for the entire republican party.At this rate the whole right-wing fundementalist conservative movement will soon be nothing more than an angry mob with guns waving an American flag that has only a handful of stars on it.
If you think that hasn't already happened, you haven't read this article HuffPo linked to earlier this week:
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wonderful post. thanks for this.
Thanks for this, Greg. The balance was needed. While I share your admiration for Felt's much-lauded whistleblowing, I also share (although obviously not as personally) your, um, *distaste* for COINTELPRO. Great piece.
I have heard there was a possibility of a second "deepthroat" How about HENRY KISSINGER?
He would know the things people claim Felt didn't know...
Thanks, Greg, for filling in some of the blanks.
Is anyone really surprised by this??? This is the same reason that I have a problem with the USA PATRIOT ACT, and why I have a problem with the new FISA legislation, and why I don't require proof of illegal use of the programs to call them out and out unconstitutional!!
Exactly... but I believe we are already living in the "Enemy of the State" era. Those "programs" you listed... are the ones we know about. How many more "intelligence' gathering programs are there????
I doubt even god knows!! But that's the point, that we should be getting RID of them, not making some of them known to the public and LEGAL!
Would you prefer that potential terrorists have unfettered communiction lines in and out of the US?
You yourself are a potential terrorist. Or do you simply reserve that label for those with whom you disagree?
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