To All:

	On Sunday night, I and several other Minute Men met with Steve 

Brannon and Mike Callahan, both Special Agents of the FBI. 

	Early Saturday morning, I had personally called the FBI to offer 

our assistance in any possible way in the investigation of the bombing 

at the Olympics. On Saturday night at approximately ten o'clock, two FBI 

guys went to the home of the mother of one of our associates, asking all 

sorts of questions about her son's whereabouts and associates.

	Early Sunday, I again made contact with the FBI to offer my 

personal assistance, and our associate who was being sought made contact 

with the FBI to discover what their beef was. The FBI guy, an Agent Webb, 

played *bad cop,* threatening arrest and other nastiness. Our associate, 

after consulting with me, offered to meet the FBI in any public place, 

and suggested a Shoney's restaurant.

	Agent Webb was scandalized, and wanted our associate to go to the 

court house. He was rebuffed. Soon Agent Brannon became involved, and 

finally exhibited some professionalism. He was amenable to meeting in a 

public place, so long as it was not a high traffic location. Our 

asociate, with my concurrence, agreed to meet with the FBI in a public 

park in Birmingham.

	The meeting began in the public park in Birmingham, but the FBI 

was worried about the open surroundings and likelihood of militia or 

media personnel lurking about, and THEY suggested that we move the 

meeting to SHONEY'S RESTAURANT- which we did.

	Agents Brannon and Callahan, with backup FBI in a car in the 

parking lot, met us at Shoney's and the meeting continued. They were 

quick to assure us that there were no plans for an arrest and that we 

could leave at any time. The reason for seeking our associate was that he 

fit a physical description of suspects wanted in the bombong at the 

Olympics. Before the meeting was over, I think that they wished that we 

had left a long time before.

	They wanted to know the whereabouts of our associate on Friday 

night around midnight, and were informed that he was in a public place 

surrounded by scads of witnesses. They wanted his address, and were told 

again that I was the spokesman for the Gadsden Minute Men, and if FBI had 

business with any of us and did not have a warrant, I was the man to 

contact- as I had offered, over and over and over. The agents were 

reminded that they would not be pleased to have a militia guy show up at 

their mother's home at ten p.m. looking for them and asking questions; 

they should keep that in mind when they went looking for militia guys, 

without a warrant.

	The remainder of the meeting was devoted to, what else, but the 

Constitution and militia philosophy. The meeting ended with everyone on 

good terms, and with two FBI guys having, perhaps, a better understanding 

of the militia and our goals and motivation.



In Liberty,



Mike Kemp