On names and identities, it was never a secret, but it's not something I go around talking about either. I'm not saying delete it, but don't go shouting it from the rooftops either. It's not a big deal, either way.
In any event, I have
never raised my hand against another comrade. That's not to say I wouldn't, if it was necessary, or they pushed my buttons to the point I lost control (or, in the case of Atlee Yarrow, would have if he had been physically present when he pulled some of the shit he pulled).
What happened at the January 1991 antiwar event was that we had required every group which wanted to table to register before hand and pay a fee. The Sparts just showed up and expected to be let in. At the time, I felt this was being disrespectful of everyone else, but looking back, that was bullshit. I was actually one of the few communists in Chicago who got along well with the Sparts who wasn't actually
in the Sparts, so for me, at the time, it seemed like a principled position. But it was just stupid, really. I wish I hadn't done it, but I was young and inexperienced. On the plus side, the Sparts always registered for our conferences on time after that.
They wrote a leaflet within an hour about the blockade, and highlighted that one of the comrades in the ISO (Alan Maas), was wearing a Chicago Police Department leather jacket. CPD jackets were pretty common in the Chicago punk scene, so for us, it never even occurred to us that there was any problem with it, any more than the fact that I was wearing an army coat at the time.
Yes, a leader of the ISO did tell me and my comrades (formerly of Spark) that they had thrown a Spart down a flight of stairs. I and my ex-Spark comrades were kinda horrified. I don't really remember who it was who told us, so I'm not gonna say. Don't bother trying to guess, either, cuz I ain't sayin' even if I do remember. Edit: Apparently I mentioned it then.
Huh, never saw that stuff on alt.politics.socialism.trotsky. I think I'd left usenet behind by that point. Weird. Well, my ego is stroked for the day.