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My secret life for the FBI (continued)
"Hi Commie" when they walked down the street.
They resented it deeply, but they never answered
back. What could they say?
Church was a problem, too. In all my life I ve
never missed attending services unless there was
some very good reason for it. But this didn't fit
in with the Communist philosophy. A Party mem
ber who attended church was showing signs of
weakness.
Of course, the chance of being seen in church
by any of my Communist cohorts was pretty slim.
Still, I had to be careful because the Commies
sometimes distributed literature to people going
to or coming from church.
You wonder how they could pass out Communist
literature at a church? They'll pass it out any
where they can find a crowd of people. And of
course it isn't labeled "Communist." It's always
tied in with some positive program usually the
protection of the rights of minority groups, par
ticularly those from central European countries.
Since i've been working with the Communists,
I've been amazed at the gullibility of most
Americans on this point. They seem to expect
Communists to wear identifying signs around their
necks. They don't nor do the organizations they
support. Far from it. The Communists align them
selves with all sorts of pseudo-American causes,
then twist them to their own ends.
In my job as treasurer of the Committee for
Preservation of National Rights, I had a problem.
The Party had sent out a female worker from New
York to run the Committee. She was rifling the
till, and I knew it. When I accused her and she
denied it, I demanded an audit of the books. This
was a mistake. In the first place, she had strong
Party connections much stronger than mine. In
the second place, the Communists were immedi
ately suspicious of anyone honest enough to de
mand an audit of the books.
I lost the argument and my job as treasurer; and
I also lost access to many of the information
sources so useful to me in my work for the FBI.
Oddly enough, as my status with the Party peo
ple diminished, public recognition of me as a Com
munist leader increased perceptibly. The reason,
again, was a newspaper story. This time I was
identified by name in an Un-American Activities
Committee hearing as one of the "top Communists
in the Chicago area." All the Chicago newspapers
played the story big, and it made things almost im
possible for my family in their everyday relations'
with other people.
I remember right after the story appeared, dur
ing the Korean War, I stopped in a bar and was
standing with my back to the room when a soldier
in uniform hit me in the back of the neck without
any warning. He'd just come back from Korea
and wasn't feeling very sympathetic toward Com
munists. When I spun around, he really hit me.
As I got slowly to my feet, the soldier stood over
me and said: "You Communist so-and-so!" I
crawled out of the place and went home and cried
like a baby.
(NiXT WEEK, Joe Poskonka tells
how he lost his job
and couldn't 'find another
for two years until
the FBI xinveiled him
at a dramatic hearing that -
cleared his name and made him
a hero in the eyes of his family.)
Joe Poskonka never realized
how much courage he would
need when he volunteered
to be a spy.
Even Joe's wife. Antoinette,
didn't know he wasn't a
Communist until long after
he joined the party.