Chicago 1968: Things Start to Get Ugly
Outside the Arena: Prelims are Bloody
by Paul Cowan and Jack Newfield
CHICAGO -- The lid blew off Monday night.
In the Amphitheatre:
Hubert Humphrey made his pact with the South and John Connally became his Strom Thurmond.
Eugene McCarthy's badly organized campaign continued to unravel.
The boomlet for Teddy Kennedy turned out to be a fantasy of Bobby's orphans.
In the street:
The cops chased, Maced, tear-gassed, and shot blanks at the kids who were in Lincoln Park an hour after curfew.
All over the city people were randomly stopped and questioned.
Tom Hayden was arrested on charges which three witnesses including two lawyers insisted were false.
By 3 a.m. Tuesday the liberals had been routed at the convention, the kids had been repulsed on the street. Everywhere you walked, from midnight on, there were plainclothesmen. They frisked you with their eyes like whores strip potential clients, and if you looked the least bit suspicious they tailed you as you continued down the street. Almost every noise was martial: fire sirens, the squawking of two-way radios, cop cars racing from place to place, the idle chatter of police on duty.
We were with Tom Hayden when he got arrested, at 11.55 p.m. in front of the Hilton Hotel. He had come by for a few minutes intending to go straight on to Lincoln Park, when he ran into some friends who were staying in the hotel. They invited him up to their room, but as Hayden sought to enter the hotel through its revolving doors a middle-aged man in street clothes stopped him.
"We don't want this man here," he told Hayden's friends.
"But he's our guest," one of them answered.
"No, he's not welcome at this hotel," the security officer insisted.
One of Hayden's friends followed the security officer into the hotel to complain about the decision to his superiors. For a few minutes Tom stood around talking with a small group of people. Then suddenly, Ralph Bell, a plainclothesman dressed in kakhis and a red and yellow checked shirt, came running down Michigan Avenue yelling, "He's our man, arrest that man." A uniformed policeman who had been directing traffic grabbed Hayden and threw him on the ground. He was arrested, according to the arrest form at the 114th Precinct Station in Chicago, because he "called the police names and spit at them." We were present during the entire scene and we are certain that Hayden never called the police a name. Since he was grabbed from behind it would have been difficult for him to spit at the arresting officer.
It is clear that the moment that Hotel Hilton's security officer saw Hayden he decided to call the police. Since this was Hayden's second arrest of the day on extremely tenuous charges it is apparent that the Chicago police have decided to harass the Mobilization leader throughout the convention week.
For three weeks both Hayden and Rennie Davis have been followed 24 hours a day by detectives. Hayden says that his tail has repeatedly threatened to kill him. But the police's harassment of the Mobilization is far more extensive than that. Photographs of Hayden, Davis, and other key figures in the radical movement have been distributed to all hotel doormen in the city, and at bus terminals, train stations, airports. (The "Red Squad" of the Chicago police force is one of the most efficient in the country, according to people who live here. During a demonstration against the House Un-American Activities Committee three years ago, for example, policemen took pictures of every participant and put them in a film of people who were likely to assassinate the President or Vice-President of the United States, the Chicago American reported at the time.
Now the harassment seems to extend to people who are just casually involved with the radical movement. A taxi driver who took a young couple to the office of the National Mobilization Against the War in Vietnam was questioned by police about the conversations he had overheard. It is widely assumed here that the telephones of everyone connected with the Mobilization are tapped...
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