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Clifton Ross. Home from the Dark Side of Utopia
FOREWORD
Preface
Acknowledgments
Introduction: On Base with G.I. Jesus
Chapter One: From Mid-Century to the Sixties
Chapter Two: Saved!
Chapter Three: Berkeley: The Utopia after the Revolution
Chapter Four: Fire from Heaven
Chapter Five: The Sandinista Revolution: y un Paso Atrás
Chapter Six: A Dream Made of Red Stars and Black Roses
Chapter Seven: Wobblies, Zapatistas, and Cubans
Chapter Eight: Drawing the Limits of Utopia
Chapter Nine: Chasing the Bolivarian Dream
Chapter Ten: Cracks in the Facade
Chapter Eleven: A Revolution in the Rear View Mirror
Chapter Twelve: The Revolution that Wasn’t
Chapter Thirteen: Locked Out at the Border
Chapter Fourteen: The Election
Chapter Fifteen: After the Election
Chapter Sixteen: The Reversed Miracle of Virtual Venezuela
Chapter Seventeen: An Anarchist in Caracas
Chapter Eighteen: The Hazards of Petro-Socialism
Chapter Nineteen: The Curves of the Road
Chapter Twenty: Putting the Puzzle Together
Chapter Twenty-One: Chronicle of a Suicide Foretold
Epilogue: Journey to the Earth
Endnotes
INDEX
Copyright
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Home from the Dark Side of Utopia
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I suspect that Project MK Ultra was responsible for the fact that so much LSD was floating around Shaw Air Base, and I took as much of it as I could, sometimes for days on end. I know for a fact that our little group was under surveillance because I saw the men in the black Galaxy 500 wearing black suits and dark sunglasses who would often show up at the Piggly Wiggly where we congregated. They would sit there, taking notes, and occasionally taking photos. Once I had a bad LSD trip and was picked up walking through the base and taken into the Air Police (AP) station for questioning. A man who identified himself as being from the Office of Strategic Intelligence came in during the interrogation and he described to me everything I’d done that day, down to conversations I’d had.
And the more drugs I took, the crazier I naturally got. Those days, my father would later tell me, he slept with a pistol under his pillow, wondering when or if he might need it to protect himself from me. At some point in the middle of these insane few years, I suspect just to be able to sleep again, my father brought home a storage shed he’d bought from Shaw Air Force Base surplus, and put it in the backyard. He told me he didn’t want me living in the house, but he was willing to continue feeding me, as he was legally obligated to do, as long as I lived in the shed.
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