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Show ' I C ; '' ... , r ; .' r "r" . r-r'-L4 r ( ; , ; s .'.. ; ' 1 Abduction! Jeff Fox meets the NAZIS "Bob" talks with Jeff Fox after meeting with intelligence officer. BY MIKE WHITNEY Editor-in-chief A little over three weeks ago Jeff Fox was abducted, questioned at gun point and had Ms life threatened. Five people were involved, in-volved, four of whom have been Identified. The people involved claimed to be part of a 200 member Salt Lake NAZI party, a claim which, later proved to be false. Whether or not these people are actually NAZIs is not 'the important im-portant point. The important point is that after all they put Fox through, and all this 'time, virtually vir-tually nothing has been done about it by the Salt Lake City Police Department or the FBI, both of which were informed' of the incident. in-cident. The story sounds melodramatic, and as it turns out, was a terrorizing terror-izing tactic staged by the person identified as Bob in the narrative below, after Fox caught him trying try-ing to steal a registration list from an anti-war rally. But melodramatic as it sounds, and despite the fact that the "NAZI" story was just for fright effect, it was not a put-on. put-on. It was serious. I am assured as-sured by a friend of one of the parties involved that Fox could very easily have been killed. Following is Fox's description of what happened, as he told it to me in an interview three days after his abduction: This began Saturday, June 27, at the anti-war conference at the University of Utah. The registration registra-tion list containing the names of the people who signed in as they came to the conference was discovered dis-covered missing. I had a hunch that Bob took the list simply because be-cause he tends to be an uncool person and I have bad vibes about him. I went over to him in t h e Union foyer just as he was leaving and searched through the papers that he held in his hand, making chit-chat conversation conver-sation while doing it. I noticed that he was wearing a windbreaker. It was relatively suspiciuos to wear a windbreaker on Saturday as it was 98 degrees outside. I noticed that on the side if his windbreaker was a pocket, and there appeared to be s o m e papers in this pocket. I reached for the papers, but he got excited and prevented me from getting them. He motioned me off to the Union Un-ion Ballroom where the two of us talked for quite a long time. He got angry with me for indeed suspecting that he might be an agent. So I merely looked him in the eye and said, "this is a routine security check, we're merely trying to find out who did and didn't take the list." He assured as-sured me that it was not the registration list but that it was top secret information, and that he'd like to make a phone call before he'd show me the list. I tod hilm that I wouldn't allow him to make a phone call and that he didn't have any choice, he'd have to show me the list. Finally, after twenty minutes of discussion, he showed me the list and it was the missinf registration regis-tration list. After I had taken the list, he told me he'd arrange a meeting with this group that he was in, and he asked me if I wanted to be in the group. I said I didn't know what the group was, and I certainly didn't want to be in a group I knew nothing about. So he told me he'd arrange a meeting for me that night and the code word would be "weiner roast." At 9:30 he called me and said that the "weiner roast" would be at 12:30 that night. I didn't really know quite what to do. If he were a police agent I didn't know why they'd go to all that trouble. If he were a crazy leftist, he would have to be really crazy, and I didn't know what they'd be doing. And if be door, the door opened and they be somewhat concerned. So I had my cousin David sit in the closet with a rifle and Steven Holbrook sat on the Arctic Circle lawn across the street while we waited for him to come. At 12:35 a car pulled up with Bob in it, and he came across the street, because it was parked right by Steven Holbrook. Bob picked me up and gave me his assurance they wouldn't kill me, whomever they were. I got in the car. We drove about a block, and Bob and the driver put a blindfold on me. They drove for about 20 minutes, making mak-ing a lot of turns. Finally they stopped, took me out of the car and took me down some stairs. They knocked on a were a Minuteman then I would took me in. They told me to kneel down, then forced me to kneel down, and searched me thoroughly. thorough-ly. They then took off the blindfold. blind-fold. I was in a small room with only a red light shining 'in my face. There were at least four other people in the room besides Bob and myself. The driver of the car, who went into the back immediately immedi-ately when we came in, an interrogator, inter-rogator, who was wearing a black mask, someone sitting down, who was wearing a black mask, and somebody who was holding what Bob said was an automatic rifle. They began the questioning by telling Bob that he was incompetent, incompe-tent, that he was stupid and that they had no room in the organization organi-zation for Incompetent, stupid people. They asked Bob if h e knew what happened to people who were that way. Bob said "yes." The interrogator said, "yes what?" And Bob said, "yes sir." At this point they got into kind of a heavy, meodrlamatic 19 4 3 SS Storm Trooper style of talking. talk-ing. The interrogator then asked Bob if he followed all the precautions precau-tions that were set up for trans-fering trans-fering information. Bob said that he had. They went over the precautions pre-cautions they had taken for the transfer of the information, which was the registration list. He said someone handed him the list when there was no one there. The interrogator asked me how I knew that Bob had the list, and who my superiors were. I answered an-swered the first question by saying say-ing it was just a hunch and that I just ran across it, and I basically basic-ally said I had no superiors. The questions then went into categories: The interrogator asked Bob why he hadn't used SOP on, (standard operational procedure) which supposedly meant that Bob should have killed me. He asked Bob why he didn't kill me when I took the list from him. Bob replied re-plied that there was a large group of people around and that there was no way he could have Killed me and gotten away. The interrogator inter-rogator said the people probably wouldn't have done anything to him had he killed me. But Bob said that I was more on their side than on the other side. At this point I said, "Which side are you on?' Th'e interrogator told me to shut up. Tlie next line of questioning was why was I doing this activist ac-tivist type of thing. I said that I enjoyed doing this type of tiling, I would like to make the world better. All throughout, Bob was either shaking and was actually afraid, or was trying to make me'believe he was afraid. He kept talking in a whispery voice and shaking at the same time. I asked the interrogator how he could kill so easily. I wanted to know what was in him that al-owed al-owed him to kill people and not feel anything about that type of thing. He said that they would have to kill a lot of people to make this a better world. He asked me why I was so nonchalant. I was very nonchalant nonchal-ant at the time. I said to him it was because I wasn't afraid to die. The real reason, as I look back, was because I had a beer before I left. One beer doesn't usually make me high, but it did then. Also, I couldn't believe any of that thing was really taking tak-ing place, it was all so unbelievable. unbeliev-able. And I'd reached a position then when it seemed I couldn't do much about it. The interrogator asked me if I had any last words. I told him ' I wanted to recite two short poems, which I did. He said he was touched and said, "See, I'm not completely emotionless." emotion-less." During the interrogation they told me that they were members of the National Socialist Workers Party, better known as NAZIs. They were really heavy on the super race idea and they said that one of their objectives was to develop a super race through selective breeding. I asked about killing people, and the interrogator interro-gator said that was too inefffi-cient. inefffi-cient. He said he wouldn't kill a person just because he was a Negro Ne-gro or a Jew, but I got the feel ing he was leaving it kind of open, like he would kill Blacks and Jews and find some excuse besides their race for doing it. Besides the rifle that one of the people in the room kept pointed between Bob and me, the interrogator inter-rogator had an automatic pistol lying on a desk in front of him. There was also a book with a swastika on it on the desk. The whole tiling made me a little nervous. nerv-ous. They then decided to let mo go. (Bob later explained to Fox tliat they thought they could convert him to their cause.), and blindfolded me again and took mo bock to the car. As the car started off I managed man-aged to pull the blindfold up a bit and I saw a Paramount Beauty Beau-ty truck and a street. They took me back to my apartment apart-ment and dropped Bob off with me. I talked with Bob for several hours and he told me that there are about two hundred NAZIs in Salt Lake and they are organized organ-ized in cells. He said that he made about an average of $250 a month for gathering information for them, that he was assigned to the left organizations on campus. At one point In the evening he pulled a knife, with a blade about a foot long, out of his shirt and said, "They told me to kill you and they said to use this." Then he put it back in his shirt. Several days after the interview inter-view in which Fox gave me the story above, he arranged a meeting meet-ing between an intelligence officer offi-cer from the Salt Lake City Police Po-lice Dept. and Bob. Bob told the Intelligence officer a long story about the NAZI party, which he claimed was nation-wide. He said he had worked for them in five states, that they were working on talcing over politically oriented groups, especially es-pecially right wing groups, that they had a party member on the police force, that the party dealt not only in subversion but in as-sasinations as-sasinations and that he had personally per-sonally witnessed one assasina-tion. assasina-tion. Bob later took a polygraph test, during which he broke down and admitted that the NAZI party story was part of a hoax to terrorize Fox. Bob had not planned to terrorize terror-ize Fox, but came up with the idea after Fox caught him trying to steal the anti war registration list, and got four Mends to help him out. After this the police investigation investiga-tion ended. The names of three of the other four people involved (Continued on Page 4) I A J -iC-" . - x I . ' ; ' - ix - 0 v X X ' j . ' . r j I -be - bicycle leads the apartment where Fox was interrogated. Fox . . (Continued from Page 1) were uncovered by Fox, working on his own. Fox and Steven Hoi-brook Hoi-brook found the apartment in which Fox had been interrogated (Fox managed to find the place because of the street sign he saw after the interrogation and the iron railing by the steps down to the apartment). The intelligence officer, in fact, would not go out looking for Bob. Fox had to find Bob and talk him into meeting with the intelligence officer. As it stands now, if any action is taken against Bob it must be initiated ini-tiated by Fox, and Fox is reluctant reluc-tant to make that move because of his aversion to having anyone locked-up in jail. And when Fox first reported the incident to the See dept., it took them twenty four hours before they made any move to investigate. Fox also reported the incident to the FBI. When he had finished telling the story to an FBI .agent the agent, who knew about Fox s involvement in the anti-war movement, move-ment, said, -Hum, what do you know about the bombing of the Utah National Guard Armory. |