Chapters (91)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
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- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
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- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
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- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
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- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
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- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
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- Chapter 44
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- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
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- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
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- Chapter 60
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- Chapter 61
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- Chapter 62
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- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
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- Chapter 68
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- Notes
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- ABOUT THE AUTHORS
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Yet on February 23, a confidential informant filed a contradictory report. An “unnamed person” who had engaged in “numerous conversations with John Lennon and his wife about becoming active in the New Left movement in the United States” noted that “Lennon and his wife seem uninterested…Lennon and his wife are passé about United States politics.”
Wilde places a call to the district director of immigration, who confirms the lawyer’s suspicions. “The situation in Washington vis-à-vis your clients is not a healthy one,” the official says. “They will not be given any further extensions and I suggest you tell them to get the hell out.”
Get the hell out is what John and Yoko would like to say to the people they keep seeing outside their apartment. Though one February FBI report mangled their home address as “St. Regis Hotel, 150 Bank Street” (they’d left the hotel for their 105 Bank Street apartment four months earlier), they’re nevertheless subject to ongoing observation by “large men in glasses across the street” and “an agent behind every mail box.” It seems so over the top that when John first complained to his journalist friend Ray Connolly that his phones were being tapped, Connolly brushed it off. “I thought he was being paranoid. He sometimes was, but not this time,” Connolly later wrote.
When the couple complains to Wildes about “two guys interminably fixing a bike, a broken bike across the street” as well as “two guys in a car” following their driver, the lawyer can only surmise that the FBI was being so blatant on purpose because they “wanted them to feel that they were under surveillance.”
John agrees, saying as much when he appears on The Dick Cavett Show.
“I felt followed everywhere by government agents,” John tells the host. “Every time I picked up the phone, there was a lot of noise…I’d open the door and there’d be guys standing on the other side of the street. I’d get in the car and they’d be following me and not hiding…They wanted me to see that I was being followed…”
Wildes, who regards John as “a guy of major principle,” relates that his client “understood that what was being done to him was wrong. It was an abuse of the law, and he was willing to stand up and try to shine the big light on it.” It was a case of the government abusing power, of “the Nixon administration [making] life intolerable for John Lennon and Yoko Ono.” Never, Wildes later says, had he seen “the government so determined to remove anyone from the United States.”