I want my daughters to have FBI files. I want them filmed by hostile government agents during a mass protest against injustice. If they get lucky theyll be tear-gassed; not so much to do damage, just enough to make a good story. Like I was tear gassed as a child. Just like my mother wanted it.
At age eight my mother led our whole family into the marches against segregation in Chicago. The FBI spied on us then too. In the sixties the Bureau claimed to be looking for communists, now theyre hunting terrorists But they look for enemies among the same group of Americans, protesters, we who dissent. At civil rights marches there were countless guys in suits taking movies and snapshots of us all. Sometimes it was the FBI, sometimes the Chicago Police Departments in house anti-subversive unit, the Red Squad. My mother taught us to smile a wave at the camera. Even at eight we understood they meant to scare us, I was in Catholic schools at the time so I was well acquainted with the notion of stuff going on my permanent record.
But my mother wanted protest on our permanent records. She insisted that she and her children be counted among those whom bullying law enforcement did not scare.
When my daughters are little old ladies and their grandchildren ask Where were you guys when the rebels saved us from Bush? I want them to brag, We were in Chicago, Washington, San Francisco, were not lying. Check our FBI files!
I want my daughters to know the joys of rebellion, the delights of fighting outgunned and against the grain. I want them to breathe deeply the electric air outside the main herd. That the other side has the FBI just makes the fight more romantic. A ragtag band of news junkies, partisans, and assorted kooks against the great media/industrial death star, Morpheus against the Matrix, rebels against the state, like in 1965 and 1776.
I havent been to an anti-war march in a few months but Ill be at the next one I hear about, with my daughters. If the FBI is there filming well all smile and wave for their cameras. But to save the bureau time and effort: my name is Aaron Freeman, two as, two es. Please print it out in seventy-two-point font. Than king George might read it without his spectacles.
Aaron Freeman is the funniest black Jewish commentator on National Public Radio. Aaron performs stand up comedy at synagogues and colleges around the country. Aaron's current projects include a documentary about black Germans during the Holocaust and a new book, "Baby Boomers - From Acid Rock to Acid Reflux." to be published in December by Publications International. He can be reached at Aaron@aaronfreeman.com.