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Commie
My husband's mother always told him that she was svelte and sexy-looking
before she had him—that being pregnant with him, her only child, had ruined
her figure. But now I know the truth: Her FBI file contains a picture of her
taken one year before her pregnancy began. It is labeled: "Hazel Fisher,
5'1'', 140 lbs." Hazel's file contains a section labeled "Lies Told by
Hazel Fisher," but it doesn't contain that one.
From 1940 to 1944 my mother-in-law, Hazel Fisher, was a member of the
Communist Party. She never talked about it much—it was just something she did
in her late teens and early 20s when she was still young enough to think she
could save the world or have fun trying. I'd joined the Peace and Freedom Party
in my teens. It died before I reached 20, but it gave me a point of
identification with her. After she died, I sent for her FBI files, under the
Freedom of Information Act.
It took the FBI several years to sort through their files and draw lines
through the names of their "reliable informers," but a few months ago
her records arrived —over an inch-high stack of papers chronicling her life
for nearly 30 years. They covered the minutiae of her life from the titles of
the books on her shelves (many of which now line my shelves) to the day her
neighbors complained to the police that dogs had knocked over her garbage and
they'd found a Communist newsletter blowing about her lawn. The file does not
begin until over one year after she quit the party. And at no time does it
record that she ever broke any law or had access to any secrets.
The vast majority of Hazel's file was provided by one man, who, while his
name is repeatedly blacked out, clearly had six letters in both his first and
last names. The file also states that this man had lived with Hazel and gives
the addresses. There is only one man who fits that description. We have one of
his paintings of Thomas Jefferson hanging on our wall.
I don't know how to feel about Mr. Double-Six's reports. They begin several
months after Hazel quit the party. They include letters she wrote that he stole
from her mail box and letters she received that he stole from her writing table.
They include notes she took at a meeting on "The Role of Women Today"
and quotations from speakers at rallies she attended. He even quotes her after a
few beers as saying that she had become an atheist at age 15. But at no time do
these reports, for which Mr. Double-Six was presumably paid pin money, include
any nformation that Hazel ever committed any crime or even said anything hostile
about any law. He even quotes her arguing in favor of a trade bill passed by
Congress.
Thanks to Mr. Double-Six's reports, J. Edgar Hoover wrote a letter, dated
Oct. 7, 1948, calling Hazel, "one of those subjects who are considered a
threat to the internal security" and asking the Lansing FBI office for a
current report on her activities. The file also records FBI attempts to have
Hazel fired from her job at the Michigan Department of Motor Vehicles and a
successful effort that prevented her being hired as a librarian in Detroit.
Thanks to Mr. Double-Six's reports, the FBI kept their file on Hazel open
through the 1960s, logging her every move, every new job, every hospitalization,
and her divorce in which she gained custody of my husband, who was then in his
teens.
Thanks to Mr. Double-Six's reports, agents harassed Hazel on her way home
from work and as she walked in her neighborhood. But the reports also tell of
the time Hazel opened a bookstore that failed in less than a year. She never
told me about this venture into capitalism. The report also records where
Hazel's parents were born and details the time when Hazel's mother filed divorce
papers against her father but didn't follow through. Mr. Double-Six even
recorded my husband's birth—but he got the date wrong by a week.
Mr. Double-Six is dead now— complications of the alcoholism that his
informant's pin money no doubt helped feed. And I don't know what to think about
him. He was certainly not the friend my mother-in-law took him for. But without
him, I would not have this interesting, gossipy file.
The other informers are easy to dismiss as bureaucrats. There is "the
anonymous source" (so named in the file itself) who states that he has seen
Hazel Fisher's name and home phone in the private phone book of a person known
to be a member of the Communist Party. Another notes that she was interviewed by
a Detroit newspaper and that in it her name was misspelled as Hazle. The FBI
duly recorded this spelling as an alias. There is an argument in 1949, five
years after she had quit the party, between Detroit and Lansing as to whether
Hazel should be classified as a "Key Figure in the Communist Party."
The one lie that the FBI accuses my mother-in-law of telling is that an
informer says that Hazel said that once when she attended a Communist Party
meeting she used the name Hazel Ford.
Not all the FBI agents were heartless spies. On Aug. 23,1946, a kindly FBI
agent was asked to interview Hazel about her possible "Hatch Act
violations." He wrote to J. Edgar Hoover, the director of the FBI, as
follows: "At the present time, the subject is approximately six months'
pregnant. Inasmuch as there is some indication that subject is nervous, it is
deemed inadvisable to conduct an interview with her at the present time. Unless
advised contrary by the Bureau, no interview will be had with subject until
after the birth of her child and no report will be submitted on the
investigation conducted to date."
I had numerous arguments with my mother-in-law. But the only thing she ever
did that endangered anyone was her incessant cigarette smoking—a trait that
the FBI failed to notice. For over 30 years the FBI followed a woman who had
quit the Communist Party and whose most remarkable achievement was raising my
husband. Her lifelong turncoat friend was a faithful if flawed biographer. And,
in this report, my mother-in-law is revealed as the kind of woman I would like
to have known better. Thanks to this file, I can now tell her grandchildren
about her in a more positive light. But I don't like feeling thankful to the FBI
for spying on my mother-in-law.