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Add comment on:Remembering Gary Webb - by Alan Goodman
When a friend called to tell me the news that Gary Webb died, I flashed back to the day in 1997 when I interviewed him in a park near his house outside Sacramento. After finding out that I had played a little organized hockey as a kid, Gary wouldn’t stop trying to sign me up for his over-40 hockey league. I was struck by what seemed to be an odd mismatch. Here was the guy who had become a hero in the ghettos for exposing the CIA-crack connection. But here he was living deep in conservative "exurbia" as the pollsters now call it, driving 180 miles twice a week to play ice hockey. Here was a man who was a career journalist of the mainstream press who stumbled upon the hand of the CIA behind the crack plague in the inner cities. And who was simply too honest and stubborn to turn away. That day in 1997, I wanted to hear the story he had to tell about cocaine and the Nicaraguan contras, but I couldn’t help also wanting to know more about what made him tick.
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