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Jeffrey
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Sorry if this has been posted here before… thought it quite interesting…
Well, this was not a fun project to do, but it’s far less fun than it would be to live in the type of world these people want, so if exposing these people serves the cause of liberty, I’m glad I was able to pull this off.
I arrived in New York on Friday the 16th, and checked into a cheap hostel near Central Park West. My room was no frills, just a small private room with a white light bulb and a rickety bed with a cheap mattress. It was perfect.
I spent all day Saturday learning how to use my new surveillance equipment. It’s not easy. Normally you have a team working together, one person with the camera, and at least one other person monitoring and recording the transmission. Since I had to do it all myself, it took a little bit of practice, but soon I got to the point that I could change batteries and reconnect wires without even looking.
My camera was a little black cube. My first idea was to embed it in some satanic looking shirt I bought for the weekend, but it was just too visible. I finally came up with a solution, I cut a hole in my sunglasses case and put that halfway in my jacket pocket. If someone really looked at it you could see a little glass pinhole, but it was an acceptable risk. In my old high school backpack was a Micro VCR and the wireless transmitter. In my shirt pocket I had a Digital Audio Recorder. Each piece of equipment has its own battery, and they burn through the batteries fast, so I really had my hands full just making sure I was still recording.
I had no idea if my camera was totally invisible, or if the second I walked up to the registration table I was going to be caught. Since looking alienated and shifty-eyed is actually pretty normal at this type of event, I was able to be a loner without looking out of place. Also I didn’t shave or shampoo my hair for a few days leading into it, so I looked like the prototype hard-core Commie.
Once I settled into the opening speeches I began to relax a little. The only time I got nervous was during the classroom workshop. You’ll see in one of the first cutaway shots there’s a guy sitting to my left who was staring at me the whole time. I don’t know if he was suspicious, or he recognized me, or what his deal was, but that entire classroom scene I was just bracing myself for him to stand up and yell “What’s in your bag?” I was completely trapped back there, but had I been exposed, I would have just charged for the door and if anyone was in my way, I would have gone through them. Fortunately that situation never arose.
It felt really good once I was done with this den of demons, and I’m just glad that the mission was successful.
Some of you wished I had spoken up more, but this really wasn’t the place for it. I did occasionally speak like a socialist to fit in, but it’s really not my nature to be an actor and I didn’t enjoy hearing those words come out of my lips, so I excised them from the video. I promise though, for our next project, the feature-length documentary Storming the Ivory Towers, Kfir and I will be talking a lot, guaranteed. But for this, I just wanted to hide in the shadows, get my footage, and get the hell out of there.
More…
protestwarrior.com/videos/ai_alans_commentary.php
Well, this was not a fun project to do, but it’s far less fun than it would be to live in the type of world these people want, so if exposing these people serves the cause of liberty, I’m glad I was able to pull this off.
I arrived in New York on Friday the 16th, and checked into a cheap hostel near Central Park West. My room was no frills, just a small private room with a white light bulb and a rickety bed with a cheap mattress. It was perfect.
I spent all day Saturday learning how to use my new surveillance equipment. It’s not easy. Normally you have a team working together, one person with the camera, and at least one other person monitoring and recording the transmission. Since I had to do it all myself, it took a little bit of practice, but soon I got to the point that I could change batteries and reconnect wires without even looking.
My camera was a little black cube. My first idea was to embed it in some satanic looking shirt I bought for the weekend, but it was just too visible. I finally came up with a solution, I cut a hole in my sunglasses case and put that halfway in my jacket pocket. If someone really looked at it you could see a little glass pinhole, but it was an acceptable risk. In my old high school backpack was a Micro VCR and the wireless transmitter. In my shirt pocket I had a Digital Audio Recorder. Each piece of equipment has its own battery, and they burn through the batteries fast, so I really had my hands full just making sure I was still recording.
I had no idea if my camera was totally invisible, or if the second I walked up to the registration table I was going to be caught. Since looking alienated and shifty-eyed is actually pretty normal at this type of event, I was able to be a loner without looking out of place. Also I didn’t shave or shampoo my hair for a few days leading into it, so I looked like the prototype hard-core Commie.
Once I settled into the opening speeches I began to relax a little. The only time I got nervous was during the classroom workshop. You’ll see in one of the first cutaway shots there’s a guy sitting to my left who was staring at me the whole time. I don’t know if he was suspicious, or he recognized me, or what his deal was, but that entire classroom scene I was just bracing myself for him to stand up and yell “What’s in your bag?” I was completely trapped back there, but had I been exposed, I would have just charged for the door and if anyone was in my way, I would have gone through them. Fortunately that situation never arose.
It felt really good once I was done with this den of demons, and I’m just glad that the mission was successful.
Some of you wished I had spoken up more, but this really wasn’t the place for it. I did occasionally speak like a socialist to fit in, but it’s really not my nature to be an actor and I didn’t enjoy hearing those words come out of my lips, so I excised them from the video. I promise though, for our next project, the feature-length documentary Storming the Ivory Towers, Kfir and I will be talking a lot, guaranteed. But for this, I just wanted to hide in the shadows, get my footage, and get the hell out of there.
More…
protestwarrior.com/videos/ai_alans_commentary.php
