IMGpapers 1968–75

Newspapers of the International Marxist Group and its forerunners, 1968–75

SCOTLAND BODY Five free papers have been threatened by the police. OZ: Six thousand copies burned. IT: Office raided, private documents

Black Dwarf Vol. 14, No. 17, 1969 · pp. 1-2 of the scan · 897 words

The scan: v14n17-nodate.pdf (PDF, Marxists Internet Archive, opens at this page)

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Dimensions: office raided, charges pending. Black Dwarf: three visits by Scotland Yard, threats of criminal libel. Picture on the right: is this the notorious PC Pulley, well known to everyone in Notting Hill, especially to some of its black citizens?

Back in August. the Dwarf quoted Mr George Clark (director of the survey that has just exposed the appalling housing there) who said something nasty about the PC. Last week (nine months later), frighteners all round? two Scotland Yard detectives paid visits to the Dwarf distributors. and to the home of a member of the editorial board. They spoke of criminal libel - a serious offence.

Are the police going to press this charge; or is it just a case of the NEW SCOTLAND YARD, VICTORIA STREET, LONDON SW1.

Easti

If so, it hasn't worked. This week we give you our guide to Scotland Yard and to Special Branch activities in our universities; the next Dwarf will be investigating the police in Notting Hillin particular the case of PC Pulley.

suitably he went in (1).

and address. authorisation as they leave. Being nothing if not unconventional, our dwarf decides Records Office (2).

Victoria St block. (Habitues refer to the larger, 19-storey, block as 'the tower' and the other, eight-storey block as "Victoria St'.) The tower is almost entirely devoted to administration, containing mainly civilian employees. block proper. much time to stay and sample the fare, for the food is excellent and the prices -inost reasonable.

Here, in their well-carpeted and tastefully furnished accommodation, are ti Commissioner himself, the Assistant Commissioners and the Official Receiver, wi the architects just above them (4).

Black leather and carpets abound. Here, he notes, the teeming menials to found on lower storeys are kept well out of sight. With a select, far from canteer dining room, the premises are dignitaries - which include not infrequent groups of Japanese or Ghanaian fuzz, for example, eager to pick up a tip or two about good taste and other old English street customs. occasional over-night stay - the odd big demo, perhaps? Drink tastes good obscured in picture). Wandering through, our dwarf sees what looks like a cinema and briefing room. Main attraction, though, are the display cabinets containing, as well as the usual cop soccer cups and that sort of thing, silver whips presented by the Shah of Persia and gifts from other enlightened despots. Pride of place currently seems to be taken by a bizzare scroll thanking the fuzz for their fine bearing in the Great October Demo. Signed by sundry middle-aged ladies and Tory councillors, it nurorts to he renracentaiva of tha foolinno

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where 999 calls are taken much in evidence and about 20 TV screens. The cameras are scattered all over the central metropolitan area and used for traffic purposes but can also be useful when undesirables such as yourself, dear reader, choose to dance in the streets. of our dwarf's usually very-much-present faculties. (Anyway, as a result, he came out not quite sure about some of the floors between here and the upper part of the Victoria St block. Please accept his apologies.) He notices floors two to six embrace normal police work - general crime, gang-smashing, murder etc (7). at the end of the building in the background of the picture. Legalise pot posters etc. grace the walls around these offices, obviously for informational purposes. dwarf leaves hurriedly. can imagine in London. If it's any comfort, your house is one of these maps: maps showing spates of everything from meticulously pin-pointed with smarty-like buttons and fancy tape.

In the first floor of the Victoria St block he comes across the Information Room, you can see this from the street (6). Bits of computer Just about this point the Commissioner's excellent booze begins to get the better On the same floor as the obscene publications department: the Drug Squad. It's Our Fifth floor: a monstrous map-room (8). Just about every map of every thing you armed robbery to handbag snatching, Dwarf then wanders to sixth floor: fingerprints dept. (9). Hundreds of 'civvies' there is something like a running feud in Scotland Yard between police and non-police personnel. Fuzz seem to be continually cursing 'these bloody civvies and Our Rej.

Your Ref.

Dear It has been suggested that you might like to assist this department in a current mind. As I cannot explain what it is all about by letter we should be grateful if you could find time to come to Room 055 at the War O fice to discuss it. ring WHItehall 9400 Extension 393 or write to the above address we can arrange a day and time convenient for you.

Meanwhile, as completely confidential and refrain from mentioning it to anyone. We shall of course pay the expenses of your trip to London.

ROOM 055, WAR OFFICE.

WHITEHALL. s.W.1. project we have in If you will please treat the contents of this letter Yours faithfully, R. Strickland.

If you're a student and they' haven't already | faculties and personnel with the CIA, the US

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working here, taking prints from butterfly-type trays. Suddenly dawns on him that vice-versa. (Notes that curiously, fuzz trade mag is called The Job and civil servants' mag is called The Whip.) Down the middle of this floor: glass cases with old murder

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