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. ing pad spall “Ung in thoy . a voly on Geely : ‘ 4 1 across 196 on theis & SY ve the death re dhab they allars eft. ‘ Stink Park yaike Move- “a ee + Catifornts suders, Tut J hee atten: ath Alwood wt oo, ' : Le sine ceo a ~ ey gpaeigy eS OF * , nut ig . ear ee bir CTT Talo Oa tee Piesaag™ wey Parody ar ta beptlace the crucinte j are Ponte SHINE, OC FUALH YJ, 1979 “ a ere! what Ihe Movement! had become. Rut Jack's initist seaman Gurbed ty cuciosity as the headlines piled up. “Patly Heard foine SLA® “Pauy Ifctps Rob Bank” The media abo wos unable to make up its mind. } Were they ceavics? Or young idealists fed up with t warking through the system? Td (heu tactics signal an emerging guersilla violeace in the United States? Was Patly Hearst in fact an SLA soldicr now? Jack's awn duubis shout the viability of pencefol | ner of Telegraph aad Dwight Way. For acasty an hod reform dezan to cryslatize in the continuing media | * debate over Palty Hearse and the SLA. At dinncutime | ognized thinning hair, professoriat beard and wire . lhe flicked the ielevivion Knob from one network news’! rimmed glasses. ft no one approached him. Then, 36 show to another so he could monitor each bizarre wist In the case. By racly May he was a walking cacy- t clopedia on the subject. He began spending hix days in the offices of New York's book publishers. Jack was porsusded that th: | SLA symbolized the pent-up frustration of the Move- ment. He wanted 10 weiic a book that placed the SLA * . A . > ¥H ' > xX,. - Thee rted ¥. - it “ ‘ . ws lo poor | ina historical perspective. : io the 2himny Bul the publishers weren't interested in Jack's theo- a cores, Ble | ries. A Doubleday editor told him he'd have to talk to we » books and People who kucw how the SLA was fornicd before he r . sit and So- | could get a book contract. - - Fr Scoltas a {Then Jack's bock negotiations and his television : ; \ _ p Watching were intcrroplest by Five camera fooige of s. hands in } the six Naming deaths ia Los Anceles. He felt the SLA Ut Of his | had beer eaccuted without a trial. ‘ sav work in Flashed by unger, Jack boanled an airplane two y . fat ail that | weeks Jater and headed for Berkulvy. tle had spent six 3 seslenent { years there studying for his doctorate in educational t Iss and | Sychulogy. He'd been a Goldwater suppuciee when he t ae fusl ariived bul, like thamsands of others, bad been x “raphy for | ralivalized, > 4 andours { Naw he sought out ol! Movement friends who had , ° . Inise 3 hes to she unterycannd. “They tntrtuced bin fo a * . eight cmp. | friend Of the Harsises. He ecaplaincd his bok Wea i . 7" fakery \ anil whe abaut ie couple. He was told af Iinily’s — wae Cnapinrivincory as a leacher in Jintiana, as tlinguyt ‘ sharp els aller a nattary toue in Yictnaun, theig anycation to : ° California, thea attempts to hol classes at prisons, the og rote harsh reaction of privan ufliciats to their supgesicd chanpes, their disilluvtonment dhat prew inte cyniciem dial viedenee, Then the friend eaulinusly intenduced a possibiluy -So- ; ar we ee ee et cee Vit Yycts nn eed : offer. “That's just what we need,” said Emily, “We l | i 1 | a rn that had scemed a miltioa-to-one shot. “Hove'd you like to inect some people who could tefl you even more about Bill and Emily — and about Patty?" . Jack understoc! re question's implications. He wag- intrigued. if 2 niucting with the three surviving memp: bers of the St actually could be areanged, he wat withing ty co along. : . 4. At 2:00 the neat aftermmon he was at the he slood uncoinfertably ia the aun. He was easily ree: he begaa to walk awsy, he was stopped by a short dark man dressed in a White tennis Quuit and carrying a tennis gacket. The man gave Jack an address and told him to come by that evening, , Jack wasn't sute the man was Bill Hares. te wasn't sure he wanted to know, Apprehension began welling ‘ up. He circled the block several times before finally knocking cn the door. A face looked out from tchind a curtain. The decor opened and Jack walked ints ‘a room prepared for a police invayisn. Mattresses were piled against the Coors and next 19 the windows. Rifiss that had tecn convericd to autosaatic machine gens were lined up nex} lo a pair of duffel bags. Greaades were stacked jin sisa- tepic coracrs. Onc gun was cradled by a shart unsailing wonsan. ‘. She was Tania, Patricia Campbell Hearst, the granddaughter of William Randolph Hearst. Esvily Harris was the only other one in the room, She came formrard and smiled tentalivety, “Yin Yolanda.” Then the mag in the tennis cuifit emerged from anather room and gripped Jack's hand, “fm Telko.” The fugitives said nothing further for a few moments, ebsorbed in watching their impact oa the visor, They ssacd Jack's ap- prehensive glance toward the gues leaning against the walls, He seemed suitably im- pressed with thei¢ military accouterments. “You ssid you were interested in the SLA,” Bill ssid. “Thai's why we iavited you kere. The most important thing at this time, you most understand, is to bela us.” Fock sut down and went Ihrough a long nervous exptanation of how and why he had agreed to this meeting. He was collecting ine formation for a book. He avanted to present an accurate portrayst of tire SLA that proded bencath the screaming headlines. They could hetp Ly teliing the full story of their involve- ment. | “Okay,” Rill answered. “We know you 2% want to do» book. Dut right now we don't know if we're gonna be around tong enough td read it. Aren't our lives more important than your book?" Sack nodded, He hed over $40,000 that he'd been paid by Oberlin Colicge after he'd threatened to sue for breach of contract. The fugitives were welcome to sowe of that money, Yor Patty and the Elarrises this war an incredible can take the money and cat some place aut in the cuuniry and lay back while Hbings coot aur” Hut Jack was already having second ehoughts. fe felt equivocal aboul the SLA's previous lactics. And he Cilo't want to be involved if they were plaaning “FF more vidlence, j “Theee ix one comfitiei.” Jack's quict voice Was firm. The fusitives timed quickly in his directinn, . theie Tages staf sant challersing. Jack ignesed the sid. deu chaages ant pluancd atiwad, “Pean’t help vous unless you pet rid of those puns. “Who the fuck are yout" Patly stepped forwaed, her reouth light with cunteript. , Jack was red ia whe face bat he dil not cetreat. “0 wen't help you unless you give up your weapens.” The sind in the line went efocti: wills (casivn, “The fuyitives ted geantdedt an duct. vitinge tian We thetz hidevut. “They were pretenefine dient iicir ael was nate heneiher than it was. Realstiaolly, they cote . , ee we oe we en Dn ee gee <4 et ’ ahs, “t) ‘tit