Hacker 2/HACKER2.mdf/cud/cud457d.txt

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Date:  Tue, 10 Nov 1992 08:52:13 -0500
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--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]Subject: File 4--More first-hand Accounts

((MODERATORS NOTE: The following first-hand accounts were collected
by Emmanuel Goldstein, editor of 2600)).

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ACCOUNT #1:


This is my personal statement as to exactly what happened during the
DC 2600 raid on Friday, November 7th 1992.  Granted I cannot remember
the exact dialogue that was exchanged, I will get the general meaning
of everything said and done, by both parties.

    I arrived at the 2600 meeting, with Loki, at approximately
4:30pm.  We headed towards the food court after looking throughout a
few electronics stores in interest to grab a bite to eat.  After
eating, we proceeded to the fourth floor, to scope out on everything
before the meeting actually started.  On the way up to the fourth
floor, we ran into Tomellicas.  We consulted for a few minutes, and
then all went up to the fourth floor.  We continued to hang out on the
fourth floor, and then we saw Albatross back down on the first floor,
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]so we hollered on got his attention, then proceeded back up to the
fourth floor.  Shortly after, Psionic Nemesis arrived on the scene.
We continued to hang out, then proceeded back to the first floor.

    After arriving down on the first floor, we moved tables together,
rearranged the seating layout, then proceeded with the meeting.
Knight Lightning arrived a little before 6:00 and handed out some
literature, along with a kooky little button.  People slowly arrived,
and the meeting was underway.

At this point, the fed scene started to pick up drastically.
Tomellicas was snapping pictures of every single fed (or what appeared
to be) there.  After chatting for awhile longer, Techno Caster, Hack
Rat, and a few others arrived (maybe not in that order).   Hack Rat
came over to my table, or part of the table, where I slapped my
handcuffs that I had brought on him.  At this time, Techno Caster had
showed his Whisper 2000 to Metal Head.  Immediately there after,
several members of the Mall Security task force <chuckle> surrounded
the area, demanding to see the 'stun gun'.  Naturally denying
everything about a stun gun, the hostility grew.  Finally one of the
guards saw what they thought was the stun gun, and pointed at the
Whisper 2000, which was in the hands of (I think) Metal Head.  Metal
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]Head told the officers "This?  This is *the* Whisper 2000!", the guard
examined it, questioned what we had it for, and basically just
pestered us some more.

One of the guards (who seemed to be the leader at this point) came
over across the table from me, and was looking at the stuff on the
center of the table, in front of Loki and myself.  Then, over his
walkie-talkie, I heard them say something about handcuffs.  Without
hesitating, the guard said "Who has the handcuffs?", I then said "I
do."  At this point the guard was examining my handcuffs, and
questioned me as to why I had them.  Basically telling him just
because I felt like it, did nothing but aggravate him, and the
situation.  He then asked me to produce identification.  I asked as to
why and the discussion went on for about sixty seconds, when I just
decided to give him my ID because I was just plain sick of this
ignorant discussion.  He copied everything down from it, and asked me
what my name was.  I simply asked him if he was having trouble reading
it, and he sneered at me.  At this point, the rest of the guards
started taking identification from others.  The guard who had took my
ID had asked Loki, sitting right across one side of the table from me,
to see the contents of his backpack.  Loki declined, and the guard
asked again.  The guard switched topics, and asked Loki to produce
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]identification.  Loki then handed him about 4 different forms of ID,
the only thing he was missing was a birth certificate.  The guard
asked to see the contents of his bag, and once again Loki declined.
The argument went back and forth for another minute or two, when Loki
boldly exclaimed "You cannot search my bag, but I will show you what
is in it."  Loki proceeded to show him everything in the bag at this
point.  After pulling a few things that looked very suspicious to the
guard out of his bag (read: after pulling a few soldered connections,
a bundle of phone cable, and a couple of electronic devices out of his
bag...).  At this time, I turned to my left to see a rather large guy
wearing a nice suit who appeared to be taking over the command of the
rent-a-cops.  I immediately asked him his name, or two see some form
of identification after he was doing the same to other people at the
meeting.  He flat out said "No.".  So I just sighed at the entire
ignorance of the man.  Tomellicas quickly snapped a few pictures of
him, and other guards there who wouldn't identify themselves.  The
guard literally took the film out of Tomellicas's camera at this
point.  Hack Rat had proceeded to make a list of the guards names who
were involved.  After the guards noticed this, they took the list Hack
Rat had compiled, and ripped it up, keeping the shreds.  At this
point, on the other side of my table, I watched Loki zipping his bag
back up after having a few things taken out of it.  The big guy in the
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]suit came and studied the stuff that had been taken out of his bag and
asked Loki what he was doing with it.  After exchanging words for
about 2 minutes, the big guy proceeded to research Loki's bag.  Noted
that Loki gave no permission for the guy to search it, he just plain
started going through it.  At this point I wanted my handcuffs back,
and I was out of there.  I couldn't handle this sort of police
harassment and basic bullshit.  I told the guard I wanted my handcuffs
back, and he refused.  I asked for a receipt, and he refused.  I said
"I'm leaving, I have better things to do than to be harassed by a
buncha rent-a-cops." <granted under my breath, but he still heard me>
he proceeded to say "Sit back down.".  At this point I just figured I
might as well do whatever they wanted so I could just go home and see
the Bulls game.

    This irrelevant search continued to go on for roughly a little
less than two hours.  None of the guards would give us any reason for
why we were being detained, or why we were being searched.  After
sitting there for roughly two hours, we were all starting to get a
little (lot) uptight about the whole situation and starting demanding
we know why we were being held there and searched.  One of the guards
said that he thought we had a stun gun and that's why we were being
searched.  I made it really clear to him that (a) stun guns are not
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]illegal in the state of virginia, and (b) after we showed him what he
(they) saw, and he saw that it was hardly a stun gun, but an amplified
sound device for deaf people, that he had no right to search us any
further, let alone everyone there.

Denying that these laws were infact true, he told me to shut up.
Laughing at his idiocy, I just sat there, preparing for hari-kari.
Finally, after about another thirty minutes of bullshit, we were told
to leave the mall immediately.  Not understanding why, myself and
others questioned him as to why we were being detained, searched, and
kicked out.  He gave no reason, except to say that this was private
property, and that if we did not leave, we would be arrested, by the
one Arlington County cop now on the scene.  Just wanting to go see the
Bulls game, I proceeded to leave, with Hack Rat, Tomellicas, and
someone else who I forgot was at this time.  We left the scene, and
proceeded to Crystal City Underground, where we met up with Techno
Caster and a couple others discussing the torment we had all just
experienced.

Let alone the embarrassment of all the people watching us over the
balcony.

--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]Saturday, November 7th, 1992.  Hack Rat and I thought it would be wise
to contact the Pentagon Mall Security office on three-way.  I called
information, obtained the number (703/415-3410).  I called the number
and a lady picked up on the other end.  I told her that I would like
to speak with whoever was in charge, or present at the raid in the
food court last night.  She told me that nobody was there, they were
either sick, or not working today.  I told her "Out of the roughly 8
people there last night, they are all sick?  That's bullshit.  I want
to speak with someone who was there last night, or I want all of the
officers names, and the name of the person in charge."  She told me
I'd have to call back in 30 minutes.  I wait.

Thirty minutes later, Hack Rat and I call back.  The same lady answers
and I ask to speak to someone present, or the man in charge of the
food court raid last night.  She said please hold.  I was transfered
somewhere.  A man picked up the phone, this voice was very familiar,
and I could easily match it with the guy who took my handcuffs from
me, the one who told me to shut up.  I asked him what his name was,
and the names of everyone there, and of whoever was in charge.  He
said that he was not allowed to give that information out.  After
dealing with the idiocy for another 5 minutes, tension grew along with
the hostility.
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After a little more social engineering, I was able to bs a name out of
him.  Al Johnson, who was supposedly the head of security.

After this, I called up Loki.  We called Fenris Wolf on three way.
Fenris told us that one of his parental units called the mall security
office to find that Loki's bag had been 'turned over to federal
authorities'.

Loki, never given a receipt for his bag, even after asking, was
extremely pissed at this point.

The Mad Hatter

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ACCOUNT #2:

dead cow #16 @1 [imic]

Sun Nov 08 15:21:42 1992

--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]here's my story, as i witnessed it.

i was coming down the escalator when i noticed that there were a
bunch of people standing around and all these cops in the center. so i
rushed up to the center and asked the cops what was going on. the cop
said "i have nothing to say to you" so i asked who i could talk to. he
said that nobody had anything to say, that no one would talk to me.
then  i was questioned about my relation to this group. i denied any
relation. i was then asked to leave, at which point i moved over to a
group of 2600 people standing at a distance observing. i attempted to
ask them what was going on, but at that point the mall cop wearing a
bike outfit (what was with that guy?) asked us to leave. i walked most
of the way to the door then stopped  to remove my camera from my bag,
meanwhile asking if i could stay long enough to use the bathroom. they
told me that i had to use the metro bathroom. i said that i didn't
think there was one. they said yes, ask the attendant. i then got my
camera out and asked if i could take a picture. the guard said, in a
threatening voice, that if i took his pic he would take my film. i put
the camera in my pocket. i had a couple of old motherboards in my
hands, they asked me what they were, i said they were old
motherboards, they asked each other if (some guy who's name i didn't
catch) would be interested in these. i said they could have them if
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]they wanted, they were worth about $2. they said, no, they weren't
gonna take them, just leave. i stalled a few more times, and then they
said that if i stalled one mor time i would be arrested. i left the
mall at that pt.

we then went up the metro escalator, and stood around in a group at
the top of the escalator. the mall cops were there, in the mall
driveway, in their car.  at some point, a group of mall cops came out
and were very belligerent with someone. i stood back at a distance and
took a picture, then turned away and started walking. the cops yelled
after me, i gave my camera to another person.  they wanted my film, i
said i didn't have the camera. gentry jumped in and started arguing
with the man, telling him that it was legal to take the picture. the
man became very angry with gentry, and then started yelling about how
he was here not to warn us about leaving the area, but to tell us to
move our cars (all our cars were parked someplace else) from the curb,
where there were SOME cars, because the arlington cops were coming. we
said that we didn't have any cars, and he ignored that and proceded to
warn us again. then he turned and gestured at gentry with his hand. at
the same point gentry brought his hand up to scratch his head, and the
hands met. the mall cop became very angry and told gentry that if he
touched the mall cop  again he would do some thing (i forget the
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]threat) then we started talking about the camera, and the mall cop
denied that he had ever wanted the film. after that, the mall cop
left. then we left.

that's what happened..

dc

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ACCOUNT #3:

Inhuman November 8th, 1992

What follows is my account of the events as I observed them at
Pentagon City Fashion Center Mall on the evening of Friday, November
6th.

    I arrived at the mall around 6:45 p.m., almost two hours after the
meeting began.  I recognized a group of people on the food court to be
part of the meeting and started heading towards them.  At this point,
I noticed that there were several mall security personnel and perhaps
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]other law enforcement officials (I'm not sure) spread throughout the
meeting area.  Most were just standing there, some were talking to the
meeting-goers.

    Since nothing too dangerous seemed to be happening, I walked into
the middle of the meeting area, looking at all the guards.  I asked
one of the meeting-goers what was going on and he said "We're being
detained."  I then asked one of the guards (a young caucasian blonde
male in a blue spandex biking outfit) what was going on.  He replied,
"You'll find out from your friends afterwards.  Why don't you go wait
with your friends over there.", indicating the group of people I
entered the mall with.

I left the food court.  Some of the guards looked slightly upset that
I was leaving, but made no move to stop me.  I waited out-of-view of
the food court for about five minutes and then returned.  At this
point, meeting-goers were just beginning to leave the food court area
in the direction of the mall exit, apparently having been released
from their detention.  Guards remained on the outskirts of the group,
directing them towards the exit.

    I asked one of the guards (a middle-aged heavy-set
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]african-american male) if we had to leave, and he said yes.  When I
protested, he threatened to arrest me for trespassing since "this is
private property."  When I asked what his name was, he pointed to his
name tag.  The name tag had nothing more than a legal signature on it,
which was quite unreadable.  When asked him what his name was again,
explaining that I couldn't read his name tag, he said, "You can't read
my name tag?  Too bad."  Then I noticed he had another name tag with
"C. Thomas" clearly printed on it.  At this point, Dead Cow, who was
nearby, asked if he could take the guard's picture.  The guard said
that if he did, he would take the film out of the camera.  When then
left the mall, along with the rest of the group.

    We waited in the Metrorail (D.C. public transportation) access
tunnel directly outside of the mall for a while, gathering information
from each other and deciding on a course of action.

    We went upstairs and outside, to a small bank of payphones near
the Metro entrance and near the mall's outside entrance.  One of the
meeting-goers, Lithium Bandit, called the Washington Post and
recounted the story, hoping to get a reporter to the scene.  They said
they would call back if they were interested.  Several suggestions
were made to call News Channel 8, a cable 24-hours-a-day local news
--More--[Press space to continue, 'q' to quit.]channel, but the call was never made.  About twenty of us remained at
this point, there having been around forty total.

    About ten minutes later, the mall security guards reappeared.  I
was on the phone with Emmanuel Goldstein at the time, so I didn't see
the initial interactions, and I'm still not clear what they were
trying to tell us to do this time, as we were no longer on private
property.  At some point, Dead Cow took his camera out and took a
couple pictures of the scene.  At this, the guards, especially C.
Thomas, became incensed.  Thomas demanded the film, somehow claiming
that Dead Cow was not allowed to take a picture of him.  The film
remained in our possesion.  Then Gentry, another meeting-goer, began
to get in an argument with C. Thomas over Dead Cow's right to take his
picture, and the general rights violations that had occured already.
At some point, Gentry apparently touched C. Thomas in an inadvertent
manner.  Thomas then yelled very loudly, "Don't TOUCH me!" and made
some threat about what he would do if Gentry touched him again.

    People began to leave now, to regroup at the Crystal City
Underground, including me, so thus ends my account.


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