No. 3, July 7-20, 1967
M. Preston Burns: Bust 2
p 6

he function of a news reporter is to record factually an event in time from his alien perspective of that event's occurrence. The reporter very seldom has the opportunity of being a relevant part of that situation than as an observer.

On Friday, June 23, I was placed in a situation, not as a reporter, but as an active participant.

A large group had been gathered at my home to aid me in redecorating my home. One of the people there had noticed a man enter my building with a sledge hammer about 9:30 PM. Another friend had opened my door out of curiosity, seeking to understand the reason for the sledge hammer. He was promptly set aside by seven men who entered my apartment and demanded that no one move.

After a momentary shock we asked who they were. After identifying themselves as police officers they were asked for a search warrant After they showed me the warrant they were allowed to search the house with no further impediment.

The search was conducted in a somewhat orderly fashion, though it left the premises rather messy. The Boston Vice and Narcotics Police involved were authoritative but polite, with the exception of one officer. I now understand how some people get the impression that the police are bullies, for the example of this one officer could have caused the loss of a great deal of respect for the department had he not left a short time after his arrival.

The search found a small amount of LSD, 4 gelatin capsules of 250 mg each, total value less than $20 on the peoples market, and resulted in the arrest of two people, Edward Beardsley and myself. We were taken to police headquarters by Detective William Roe and Sargent Edmond Griffin. With minimum harassment and total cooperation, the booking process was simple and fast.

The entire event was one of amazement for me. I have often heard that a bust of this nature was one of SS tactics. From the moment the police entered I felt that I would probably be arrested. I was prepared to be subjected to the most inhuman treatment. However, we were treated in a gentlemanly fashion and treated the police as friends. We discussed the nature of the bust together and the world events that concern many of us today. It was a friendly happening caused by a lack of understanding and communication between human beings.

I am sorry to have made friends under such circumstances, yet glad that I had the opportunity of doing so, for I hope it will help bridge the communications gap between law enforcement officials and those who see the necessity for change.

M. Preston Burns