Wow–it’s 2017, and I have story from, maybe 2006 or so–my group got word that the FBI was making us a project; we were collecting radical terrorist materials, like sewing machines, for Salvadoran women to make a living for their families minus men–and not struggle to not make enough by making tortillas or caving to the only other option, prostitution. The word was out that we had a container waiting in San Pedro harbor for whatever we could come up with. I had scored a number of sewing machines, must have made me glow in the dark. I told my kids, don’t let them in. ” Who?” The government, I guess.
Came home one day and my youngest, a politicized often truant ADHD junior high straight-A student ( the DNA obviously had been attached to the X chromosome) met me at the door. “They were here.” Who? “The FBI”. What did they say? ” They asked if my mom was home.” And?? “I shut the door.” Did they say who they were? “No.” Then how did you know? “Mo-om, YOUR friends don’t wear SUITS! geez.” DNA will out.
boadicaea said
Wow–it’s 2017, and I have story from, maybe 2006 or so–my group got word that the FBI was making us a project; we were collecting radical terrorist materials, like sewing machines, for Salvadoran women to make a living for their families minus men–and not struggle to not make enough by making tortillas or caving to the only other option, prostitution. The word was out that we had a container waiting in San Pedro harbor for whatever we could come up with. I had scored a number of sewing machines, must have made me glow in the dark. I told my kids, don’t let them in. ” Who?” The government, I guess.
Came home one day and my youngest, a politicized often truant ADHD junior high straight-A student ( the DNA obviously had been attached to the X chromosome) met me at the door. “They were here.” Who? “The FBI”. What did they say? ” They asked if my mom was home.” And?? “I shut the door.” Did they say who they were? “No.” Then how did you know? “Mo-om, YOUR friends don’t wear SUITS! geez.” DNA will out.