Peas ey TNRaAEWeTIAY, CASTLEGAR NEWS, June 4, 1980 Salmo Kiwanis invited to world convention Salmo Kiwanis Club held its “Charter Night” last Sat- urday night in the Legion Hall, with visiting Kiwanians and their wives on hand from its sponsoring clubs of Trail, Castlegar and Nelson. Master of ceremonies was Walt Taylor of Nelson and Father John Cheevers of Fruitvale said grace,at the banquet. Addresses of welcome were given by Salmo. presi- dent, Brian Blake and Trail president Walt Taylor. Glen Knutson introduced special invited guests. Guest speakers were Gerry Van Der Vort of Portland, Or., Govenor of the Pacific Northwest Kiwanis Clubs, and Bill Watson of Trail, Lt.-Gov. of District 5 Kiwanis, of Kiwanis, He invited Salmo Ki- wanis to send delegates to The ar charter was presented by Gov. Van Der Vort to Brian Blake on behalf of Salmo Kiwanis. An inspirational address was given by Van Der Vort who emphasized the objects ry the World C of the Kiwanis to be held in Yak- ima, Wash., in August, where 70 nations, with a total membership of 303,000 will be well represented. For special entertain- ment, John Patrick intro- duced the Okanagan River Boat Company of Penticton, who presented old time songs in the style of barber shop quartets, i A dance followed, with music provided by the Rich- ard Nystrom orchestra. The Ladies Auxiliary of the Legion provided the din- ner. Beta Sigma Phi in Nel- son reached another mile- stone with the formation of a new chapter, Preceptor Laureate Iota, A Proclamation, pro- claiming April 30, 1980 to April 30, 1981 as Beta Sigma Phi year has been signed and presented to the sorority by Mayor Tex Mowatt, Beta Sigma Phi forms new chapter resident. Other officers are Kay ; Edna The igural meeting was held at the home of Maisie Wallace, when the officers were installled. Effa . 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Comforter, each: aI Prices Effective ‘Til Sat., June 7, Or While Sale Quantities La: Summer Bedding. Stock Up On Sheets & Comforters yy SARE nein Nomen i (From DEEP COVER by Cril Payne. Copyright © 1979 by Cril P 2 ° fee yt en XK by Cril jayne. . Pub- se by the Los Angeles Times Syndicate.) : In 1972 1 was 29 years old and had. been an FBI agent for nearly four when the Bureau offi- cially adopted an-un- dercover program. for penetration into the Weather Under- ground. years The goals of the pro- gram were described as: : 1. Location and appre- hension of Weatherman fugitives. 2. Penetration of Weatherman underground ond revolutionary collectives or communes which appear to relate to or support Weatherman underground apparatus. 3. Neutralization of Weatherman underground apparatus which will lead to stoppage of their terrorist bombings and other violent ‘revolutionary activity. The overall success or failure of the program depended on the _ agent in deep cover status. He was to be relatively young and unmarried, preferably with ex- perience in security matters and able to live with revolutionary ac- tivists for an extended period of time. He would be expected to adopt a similar appearance, life- style, and political philosophy to that of the Weathermen and to necessary. His true identity, location, and assignment would know basis within the Bureau. The typical agent-involved in Weatherman cases was in his late 20s with less than three years of experience in the Bureau. We were all cast from the same con- servative law-and-order mold, and our knowledge of counter- intelligence matters was confined solely to briefings in training school and James Bond novels. Since information concerning security investigations was dis- seminated on a strict need-to- know basis, we were reluctant to ask detailed questions for fear of revealing our obvious inex- perience. In addition, we began to adopt the prevailing attitude that by its very nature, the intelli- gence function prevents any clear distinction between activities which are legal or illegal, moral or immoral, right or wrong. We all shared the sincere belief that the United States was undergoing a severe internal crisis that demanded positive and immediate action. Kenny, a seasoned Bureau veteran with vast experience ‘in security investigations, was selected as my handling agent. it was suggested that new deep cover operatives use the same methods as the Weather- men and assume the identity of a dead infant. This was accomplish- ed by visiting local cemeteries or searching through county records for an infant born in ap- proximately the same year as the agent, but who was no longer living. © Since birth and death records were not commonly cross-refer- enced, an application for a dupli- cate birth certificate was requested in the name of the dead child. 3 Since | had obtained my fic- titious identification several years earlier and was already known under the name of Bill Lane, Kenny and | saw no reason to assume the identity of a dead infant. While various offices around the country were planting records travel throughout the country if | —~-be-maintained on.c-strict-need-to-- MAN Meek Aa TMNT eNOS er rere SME AL EY FBI assignment: ‘positive N An FBI Agent Infiltrates the Radical Underground operation, since it was usually the first information the target received. It had to be convincing, logical and practical; moreover, it had to be a story that the agent felt comfortable with. If both sub- stance and presentation were convincing, logical, and practical, there was little chance that the agént’s background would be checked any further. . The development of a work- able cover story involved several inherent problems. Since | would own a van and have money to permit travel, what was the source of my. in- come? It certainly couldn't be derived froma regular job, since! * had to have the flexibility -to travel on a moment's notice for as long as necessary. And not only did the explanation have to be politically acceptable to my tar- gets, it had to be in character for a freak, The solution to the dilemma that looked out on a major traffic artery. There was one unique aspect about the entrance to the Red Sun, which went unnoticed by those who frequented it. On many nights, this entrance served as a backdrop for the surveillance photographs that were snapped ‘by FBI agents across the street. inside the surveillance truck parked well away from the tavern, agents used a Bessler Topcon camera with a 500-milli- meter telephoto lens to photograph customers entering and leaving. The’.interior of the tavern contained a jukebox, a few bat- tered tables and ‘chairs, and several booths along the walls. The crowd could be charac- terized as freaky, drug-oriented, sexually liberated, and politically radical. And if you obviously didn’t belong, the regulars would oftentimes bring that fact to your i diate attention. It was a was obvious: | would drug dealer. ie By posing as a drug dealer, | could easily explain large amoun- ts of cash as well as brief ab- sences from time to time for busi- ness. And since there was a cer- tain aura of mystery and intrigue surrounding drug dealers, many of whom were viewed as medern- day folk heroes, | wouldn’t be ex- pected to divulge extensive infor- mation about myself. And if my gun was discovered, | had a logical explanation: occupational hazards, To the casual observer, there - was nothing particularly distinc- tive about the exterior of the Red Sun Tavern. Located near the: University District in Seattle, the Red Sun had large tinted windows small, closed society that had ab- solutely no desire to expand its membership. Unless, that is, you offered a commodity that inter- ested them. Hardly a night would go by without someone openly smoking g joint. The closet-like restrooms were so dense with marijuana clouds that a visit would get you almost as high as a joint. Other popular activities include coke snorting and pill popping. And oddly enough, whiskey drinking. it was in these surroundings that | began my deep cover effor- ts. According to the briefings | had received, the Red Sun was the meeting place for everyone who was anyone in radical politics. Judging from the number of photographs of Seattle Seven members | reviewed, it was ob- viously a favorite spot with them. Since most local agents believed that certain of these individuals were in touch with the Weather- men, they were a frequent target of surveillance cameras. During the days that followed, my primary goal was to spend enough time in the tavern to make myself known as a familiar face — someone who was usually around laughin’, get- tin’ high, and buyin’ a few beers; someone who enjoyed friendly conversation, but at the same time was uninquisitive and a bit mysterious. CASTLEGAR NEWS, June 4, 1980 and immediate action’ DI To infiltrate the violent Weather group, young FBI agent Cril Payne grew his hair long, stopped shaving, and became Bill Lane, a drug dealer living out of a van. In this first part of a series about his adven- tures, Payne is ordered to Seattle on the trial of Weatherman fugitives and finds himself living with a young woman who seems to have underground connections. circle of old dnd trusted friends whose acquiantance would provide me with credibility; someone. who could. be manipulated to deliver my cover story to the heavyweight so that it would be heard for the first time - from a friend. It was a technique that had usually worked well. With prior experience firmly in mind, | soon developed more than a passing interest in Karen, a waitress and occasional bar- tender at the Red Sun. | had noticed that she often engaged in whispered conversations of con- siderable length with the heavy- weights who treated her as though she were a close friend. But then Karen was friendly with with no legs and a protruding spring was positioned nearby. A red light bulb glowed eerily from inside the fringed shade of an an- tique floor lamp. Magazines, comic books, and paperbacks lit- tered the floor, and the over- whelming smell of cat feces filled the air. But the macabre atmosphere didn't inhibit our physica! Progress. : It was the unique sensation that a man and woman experien- ce when body chemistry, emotions and mutual vibrations are exactly right — and they both know it. Perhaps the mind is too _ intent on the excitement of the moment and the Prospects of everyone. She had an going effervescent personality, and no matter what line you threw at her, she always had a witty come- back, usually delivered with the rapidity of a submachine gun. Karen had long, dark hair which she usually pulled back to accentuate her radiant smile. She was pretty rather than beautiful, and her manner of dress was stylishly bizarre, combining an assortment of unrelated, hand- me-down garments. While there was a distinct air of self-confidence about Karen, something seemed to be lacking. As our conversations became more frequent, | began to suspect that her cocky attitude was nothing more. than. a defensive front. But ot that particular point zu it was of little concern, for we were both physically attracted to each other. When Karen asked for a ride home one cold, rainy evening, | was more than happy to oblige. After a brisk walk to my van, which | had wanted Karen to see, we drove to an old, run-down house near the Wallingford district. The house was the absolute epitome of a hippy crash pad. A mangled wooden frame that once held a screen door hung pre- cariously from a single hinge. The front door would barely close, let alone lock. Faded blankets were nailed to the inside window frames to prevent prying eyes from seeing what went on inside. A ragged, stained couch of 1930’ vintage was in the centre of the living room; an overstuffed chair P es, but the case, my thoughts didn't in- clude the FBI or deep cover. The succeeding nights with Karen were reenactments of our first night together. Midway through our second week, Keren moved to the offensive as we lay comfortably in bed one morning. “| mean, it's ridiculous, Bill. You're here every night, but you leave every morning. And it's too cold for you to be sleeping in that van. Why don't you just move in with me? There's plenty of room here.” “And besides,” she con- tinued, “You're going to get _hassled by the pigs out there sooner or later. Why take the chance?” Karen snuggled closer and smiled. After years of bachelorhood, ! was finally moving in with a woman. | had been tempted on previous occasions, but to have done so and been caught would have meant the risk of dismissal from the FBI. It often seemed that a married agent who was discovered being unfaithful to his wife had a much better chance for administrative survival than a single agent found living with a single woman. Clerical em- ployees caught living in sin had no chance at ali. Now the FBI not only sanctioned my illicit liaison — they would even pay the rent. It also seemed strange that the lady who had so convincingly persuaded me to accept her invi- tation didn't have any idea of who | really was or what I was doing. At that particular point, | wasn’t bothered by my deceit; | rationalized it as part of the job. But | was beginning to wonder if perhaps | hadn't. overloaded myself. While | had conned quite a few folks over the years, crashed in communes, marched in demon- strations, and smoked a little dope, | had never attempted to live with real freaks on a daily basis — and for an indefinite period. As the days passed, would my conservative up- bringing betray the fact that | was appalled at living amidst filth? Or could | act out my cover story to the limit and pull off this charade? NEXT: Crossing into Canada and into‘the Slocan Valley. 7 ENJOY THE RED GRILLE to substantiate the background of ENT STORES DER Ana ne ernwcetace tia WANETA PLAZA SHOPPING CENTRE HWY. 3 TRAIL . Woolco Store Hours: 9:30 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. Thursday and Friday: 9:30 a.m. to 9:00 p.m. FROM LIGHT SNACKS TOM ALS... Bill Lane, Kenny and | were com- pleting plans for my cover story. This was the most important aspect of the deep cover 1968 PHOTO accompanying author Cril - Payne's application to the FBI, before his undercover transformation. Night after night, | watched the small group of individuals who always encircled the radical heavyweights. | was looking for ‘someone on the periphery of that