"Look over there, up in the sky!" "It's a bird!" "It's a plane!" No! It's.. **** ******** ******** ****** ******** ******** ** ** ** ** ******** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ******** ** ** ** ******** c i n t m c i e . v s i , s t Issue #39... July 18, 1989 Special "Old Glory" Issue! Activist Times, Inc.. a voice for the people in an age of silence.. Write to us: Activist Times, Inc. P.O. Box 2501 Bloomfield, NJ 07003 Call us: 512-262-9519, box #1300 Howdy folks. Welcome one again to ATI. We've got a lot of great stuff in store for you, and first up - an article by ATI's originator, Prime Anarchist. Take it away! ABBIE HOFFMAN WAS NOT FAMOUS --by Prime Anarchist You're sitting in a bar with your idol, and a bunch of your college buddies. Your idol is paying more attention to the Chcago Bears game on big screen than your somewhat forced political discussions. He just got done lecturing to hundreds of you for two hours-- the last thing he wants to talk about is politics. But now and then, you can get an opinoin out of him for your school newspaper. Talk turns toward his Chicago Eight days, "Steal This Book", "Urine Test", stuff like that, and a pissed-off Abbie Hoffman says, "That's it. "I'm out of here. I know when I'm too welcome." Your idol has left you like a miserable little child who wasn't allowed two more cookies, but you're quick to understand and respect that. You'd give your right arm to have half the celebration Abbie's got, but you'd gladly donate your left nut to be able to "dis" that fame with half as much grace as he does. Maybe you hope you'll get busted for cocaine so you too can go underground. Maybe you hope you can organize a non-event that the press will wish they had known about. Maybe you'd like to write the next ultimate book that upsets Walden Books. Abbie's death should mean nothing to you--however, his life should have had great impact. The things he has said should be ignored-- we need to heed what he's done instead. Somewhere around the fab-50's when nothing much mattered, Abbie Hoffman got his first taste of fame when he became a yo-yo champ. Even the inventors wished they could have a few moments with the guy to see some of his made-up tricks in slow motion. I don't think he ever gave out any of his own secrets. Not then; still 30 years later he remained reluctant to "tell all". But ask the guy a question or two, and you sure got a wealth of info. That first taste of fame must have stunk in his mouth something rotten, 'cause it wasn't long before he spit it out and didn't want a thing to do with it. No one knows when he became an A) agitator, B) activist C) radical or D) make up your own word. He claims it started before he was born. But just when an event looked like it would make him a little too famous, it was time to go cook up another event. The people watching with awe when m or the anarchy caused when Louis Guiffrida got thirty calls a minute telling him he was a racist son of a bitch didn't seem to bother Abbie. In fact, I think it pleased him. But the minute we began chatting about "there goes that yoyo again" or "let's interview the yipster", it was time to go hide. Abbie Hoffman didn't hate the pressmen; he loathed them. ("Loathe" was for lack of a better word, by the way. I don't think there's a word bitter enough.) Plain and simple, Abbie did not like fame. During the 60's, when everything seemed to matter, Abbie could've easily been a powerful attorney, great sportscaster, inspiring history professor, or the best damned bum anyone ever met. Guess which one this genius-level character picked? Abbie joined the drug culture, as everyone knows. We are fortunate he had a high tolerance for drugs, because he was obssesive about everything he got into. While we were all tuning out and turning on, he was participating too. But he was also stirring up. Hey, someone had to do it. No one woulda known, that a little argument with a mayor could make headlines thoughout the nation. Good thing Abbie knew a lot of great attorneys, because the Chicago Eight was about to be plucked right out of the streets just as randomly as the hispanics that'll get sent to concentration camps if Operation Night Camp is needed. In Abbie's obituaries after his death, there'd been a lot of mention of a Chicago Seven. Who was this group? I never heard of them. I only know of a Chicago Eight. I think it is a gross misinformation blitz to leave out Bobbie Seale who made it thru more than half the trial as a teammate. I also think it sets us up as "racism continuers" to leave out the only man of color burned in that trial. Abbie handled his fame well;stomached it as best he could,and drove on-- stirring up every event he could organize. The 60's were a busy time for Abbie, but the 70's just might go down as the time when he reached his underground peak. Everyone knows about the Yipsters, but only fans, and hard working undergrounders remember the Youth International Party Line. YIPL was an underground newspaper that never saw a "regular" publishing schedule, but always came as a refreshing piece of mail. You sent a dollar to some suite in NYC, and kept getting these pamphlets on how to make free fone calls, how to keep using the same stamp for hundreds of letters among friends, and generally how to beat the system at its own game. Few knew that Abbie was one of the strongest ghost publishers of YIPL magazine, but a lot of freaks started subscribing to his new form of interactive press. People would write in and fone in tricks on how to use #14 washers as dimes, how to turn your utility meter upside-down so it'd flow backwards for a week, how to set up your apartment with hotel sofas and loveseats. A phreak/ hacker/freaker/enthusiast (you pick the name) who sent something in could count on YIPL to help him out if he ran aground. Abbie was quick to start campaigns to get lots of people out of jail. Like I said,he coulda been a potent lawyer if he wanted to play that way. YIPL became TAP (short for Technincal Assistance Party) and got a lot more electronically oriented, but still kept some of its political bent. But it just wasn't quite as activist. Chesire Catalyst and the gang tried and tried to get the campaigns going to help bail Abbie out when he got yanked for his DeLoreanesque cocaine set up. No dice. Abbie had to go so far underground, even the underground couldn't always get a hold of him. TAP went on about its merry way into the 80's and eventually disbanded. After all, the apathetic 80's were just around the corner. Abbie began pulling in large amounts for showing up at colleges. Most of it went to causes. He had trouble finding liberal students that would hear him out. The college students seemed too concerned with resumes, internships, co-ops and things to worry about Central American problems, or worn-out old protests of nuclear submarines. But as apathetic as these students were, they seemed to love having him. A year ago last September, he was inviting students to a well-planned leftist convention at Rutgers. He had no idea, the following February, 600 would show up ready to vote, and more than 500 more wanted to come "be-in". Was the 60's starting all over again? Or was the same 70's (1770) revolution just hitting another upstroke? Abbie joined Ginsberg, Little Steven VanZant, Amy Carter, and other celebrated speakers inspiring tomorrow's youthdown at the New Jersey college, but towards the end, he got mad at someone or somthing and took off. His leaving agitated people just as much as his speeches. I think he might've meant it. Whatever he did, it worked. There are a lot of 20ish people out there ready to come out of the woodwork whenever the next abortion/ marijuana/gay rights/no nukes/etc rally gets underway. I wish I could be there doing more than watching it, but that's my job. You do yours, OK? And do it 100% if you can. When Abbie left the Rutgers convention, he went right home to battle the Philadelphia Utility company about their unsafe power plant proposal. Again, he shouldn've been able to count on those 1000 or so people to come dribble down there, and help organize, but no dice. Only a few followed through. But along with a group called Del-Aware, Abbie started a fight that still continues. Philly has yet to break ground, just billyclub heads. Abbie's actions throughout the 20th century sets us with a groundwork for social engineering, political dissent, student activisim, outside agitation, as well as participation with a messed up country that STILL happens to be the most free nation we know about. A lot of the negative shrot-range things he's started off have led to some very positive restructuring possibilities. "Steal This Book" not only shows you how to get something free, or sneak around; it teaches you to be creative, and gets you started making the future yours. "Steal This Urine Test" not only teaches you how to drink olive oil so last night's joint won't show up, or how to pour battery acid from a rubber --screwing up millions of dollars worth of technology, but it shows you how to make decisions for yourself, and how to go about protesting violations of your privacy. Any one of his books could be titled "A Patriot's Guide to Keeping America Free". Whether posthumous books are due is up in the air. No one knows how aggressive/generous his brother-in-law or his girlfriend plan on getting with his written work. Brother Jack HAS been reprinting "Steal This Book" and a few other out-of-prints though, so if you missed any of them, now's as good a time as any to put "Square Dancing" or "Soon To Be" on your must-read list. Abbie wrote on everything. Matchbook covers, napkins, address books, dollar bills, tables, whatever was put in front of him. What he wrote on mostly, though, was politics. TAP/YIPL might be gone, but many writers across the land have been so inspired by that style, we've seen a renaissance of "underground" rags/fact sheets/fanzines (again, pick your own name for 'em.) A good place to start looking for the Hoffmanesque writing style would be Realtiy Hackers magazine which comes out monthly, 2600 magazine which comes out 4 times a year, ATI which comes out whenever, Phrack which comes out only in "software" copy every two months or so. Addresses can't be give here, naturally, but if you're aggressive enough ,you'll find your way around. If you want fame, pattern yourself after someone like Johnny Bench or Geraldo Revera. But if you want to accomplish things in life, the ones to watch are the Geroge Bushes, the Tom Clancys and the Abbie Hoffmans. People liked to steal his driver's license, and his address book. Kind of a perverted way to get a memento/souvenir/token. Kind of a great way to piss someone off. The weekdays of the '80s were such a struggle for Abbie to rewrite his phone numbers from memory, he began making copies to hand out to anyone who looked like they might want one that deperately. Your second ,third...fortieth copy of your driver's license don't come cheap. I wonder if Abbie still has an outstanding tab at Bucks County's MVD. Phil Donahue type people started bugging the hell out of him around 87-88. It got so bad, he finally had to put up a "leave me alone, Phil. I don't want to be on your show" message on his machine. Warner Brothers, Tri-Star, etc. hounded him constantly the last few years to star in an autobiographical movie. He flat out refused. Abbie's last few years in a Philadelphia crash-pad-styled chicked-coop were as quiet as he wanted to make them. He said they were very comfortable; he was content. From this "headquarters" came the necessary magazine articles, telephone interviews, event planning, and lecture scheduling. When we invade a Honduras, bomb a Tripoli or stockade a gulf, you could count on Abbie and his buddies to get those fones through the government tan-boxes and give you an idea what's really going on. Sometimes he'd only tellyou a little, but he seemed to know everything. He didn't want to tell ALL, because he didn't want to be your only source. That meant fame. You know how he felt about that. He told you about Iranscam back in '82, told you about Carter getting used on the hostage situation way back in '80. To say he was your "80's Deep Throat" was the journalistic understatement of the century. He gave good background. But he said, "don't quote me", and he meant it. And you didn't mess. Abbie Hoffman died quietly. The press didn't know until four hours later that something was "news" in New Hope. That meant there was no one there to ask, "how's it feel to be dying" and "do you have any last words for my microcassette recorder here", and "if you could do it again, what would you change?" He wouldn't want to tell you anyways. Don't send condolences in the usual way, steal a book. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- Random Notes from Ground Zero... PAGO PAGO, SAMOA: Vice President Dan Quayle, addressing Samoans who greeted him when he arrived in Pago Pago (which he pronounced Pogo Pogo): "You all look like happy campers to me. Happy campers you are, happy campers you have been, and as far as I'm concerned, happy campers you will always be". (Source: The Progressive magazine) I was reading a book called "AIDS: The Women" recently. It has several stories about women who have AIDS, or work as a professional or volunteer providing care to AIDS patients, or women who have a loved one with AIDS, etc. One of the stories was written by a woman in Atlanta who wrote about her dealings as a self-proclaimed "prostitutes' rights advocate". While her efforts to try to get prostitutes to wear condoms are indeed commendable, I object to the term "prostitutes' rights". What rights do they deserve? In my opinion, no more than those guaranteed by the Constitution. They certainly deserve no special rights as a profession. Also, I would have to wonder about a woman who seems to lend support to an practice which exploits women and their sexuality. Instead of a "prostitutes' rights advocate, I'd much rather see someone trying to get them out of an exploitative and downright abusive life. I also had the dubious pleasure of watching women participating in a "prosti- tute's convention in San Francisco being interviewed recently on "A Current Affair" (a TV show known for it's yellow journalistic style). These women were actually ones who chose prostitution as a profession, and were not street hookers. But I found them to be just as objectionable. I sat and listened to these women say things like, "When I became a prostitute I learned a lot about my sexuality", and another one rambled on about how much she loved her "job" (incidentally, she was married) and about how she enjoyed pleasing her clients' fetishes. Ok. Enough. Let's have some morality here. I'm sick of hearing about "prosti- tutes' rights advocates" and conventions for prostitutes. I'm sick of ANY attempts to legitimize this "profession", including those legal brothels in Nevada and Amsterdam. I'll say this once, and I'm sure I'll say it again: Women who sell their bodies for money or any other gain are selling out womankind as a whole. They're throwing the rest of the female gender back into the Dark Ages. I'm all for a more liberal society, but the practice of prostitution and attempts to legitimize it are absolutely ridiculous. Let's focus on relationships and the family and not meanigless exchanges of intercourse and money. Ok, off the soap box... for now! Another funny thing I saw on TV lately was an incident involving a contest Kraft was running in a few southern states. They put game pieces in their cheese wrappers, and the first prize in the contest was a brand new van. Due to a printing error, almost every game piece printed was an instant winner for the van. So everyone in that area that bought a package of Kraft slices got an intant winner for a van. Kraft called the contest off due to the error. There was a small amount of public outcry, including a woman who decided to sue Kraft for the van. "The purpose of a contest is to generate sales. They got thier sales, I want my van", said the woman. Ridiculous. I usually don't side with the big fat-cat capitalists (in fact, I NEVER do!), but in this case I have to. I mean, come on. Kraft may have generated some extra sales from the contest, but they would have had to sell a helluva lot of slices to pay for probably hundreds of thousands of vans. Lady, drop your dumb lawsuit. Here's something that I was apalled to hear: In nearby Jersey City, NJ, there are over 71 dump sites of a substance called chromium, which is far more dangerous and carcinogenic than dioxin, the chemical that was responsible for the serious adverse health effects in Love Canal. Jersey City is a very densely populated urban area. This means that the residents are literally living on top of and breathing in this chemical. The EPA has been slow to respond to this situation, and their answer to the situation so far is to move about half of the chromium in these various dump sites to a "temporary" storage site right by the Hackensack River in Jersey City. People who have seen the site have said that the chemical is not contained properly and is in pools on the ground. Since this site is right next to the river, the chromium may be leaking into the ground water..... Folks, I'm not going to let that one slide. Look for more in later issues on Jersey City's chromium problem. (Source: WBAI News 99.5 FM, New York) Speaking of WBAI-FM, they are going to have a show about computer hackers on Tuesday, July 25th at 7:30 PM. If you're in the NY area, listen to it! There will also be a call-in where you can participate. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I'm going to continue this in ATI40. Look for it in about 2 days or so. We still have lots more stuff to report, and little space left, so we'll cya in a bit! Take care, and keep the fire burning. Especially if you're burning a flag. ;) Ciao!