Anti-surveillance Graffiti

In a censorship-ridden society, where objective facts are hard to come by, you often need to rely on alternative means of communication to get at the truth. Back on July 26, 2025, while driving through Los Angeles, I took the following three photographs of graffiti spray painted on the walls of multistory buildings located on East Washington Boulevard. As far as I can tell, the graffiti reads as follows: "GANGSTALKERS HELP ICE PROTECTED CRIMINALS" and "GANGSTALKERS HELPING ICE HYPOCRITE SNITCHES." 

 

When I returned home to Long Beach later that afternoon, I stumbled across related graffiti scrawled on a sidewalk located on Bellflower Boulevard...

 

Keeping all of these ephemeral messages in mind, here's a relevant excerpt from Sam Biddle's 12-19-25 THE INTERCEPT article entitled "ICE Hires Immigrant Bounty Hunters from Private Prison Company GEO Group": 

U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement has hired a subsidiary of for-profit prison company GEO Group to aid in hunting down immigrants at their homes and places of work, according to records reviewed by The Intercept.

ICE has secured a deal with surveillance firm BI Incorporated as part of a new program, first reported in October by The Intercept, to use private bounty hunters to determine the locations of immigrants in exchange for monetary bonuses.

BI, which was acquired by the GEO Group in 2011, is one of several firms hired by ICE to provide “skip tracing” services, in which its teams of corporate investigators will use surveillance to track immigrants across the country to their homes and places of work so federal agents can easily swoop in and make arrests.

Records show ICE has already paid BI $1.6 million, with the potential for the contract to grow to as much as $121 million by the time it concludes in 2027.

ICE’s push to privatize its hunt for immigrants has drawn the scrutiny of Rep. Raja Krishnamoorthi, D-Ill., who warned it “invites the very abuses, secrecy, and corruption our founders sought to prevent” [...].

BI also touts its suite of software products, including case management applications for monitoring the movements of immigrants and other targets, as well as tools that allow agencies to chart a target’s “geographic and spatial location data” across Google Maps. It is unknown if the company has access to commercial mobile device locational data, or relies solely on body-mounted trackers [...].

404 Media reported Thursday that ICE had also contracted with AI Solutions 87, “a company that makes ‘AI agents’ to rapidly track down targets.”

To read the entire article, click HERE.

"The Black Ambulance" in DIRTY MAGICK MAGAZINE

2026 is only a few hours old, and I already have a new story published! Please visit Charles Brown's DIRTY MAGICK MAGAZINE to read my brand new novelette, "The Black Ambulance" (which has been serialized in two parts). You can read a preview of Part One directly below... 

The Black Ambulance Part One

by Robert Guffey

When I was thirteen, I remember standing on a street corner, waiting for a light, eager to cross the street so I could catch the beginning of my favorite television show. It was about 8:15 at night and I was coming home after having dinner at a friend’s house. The light went from red to green and I was just about to step into the street when something told me to stay where I was.

I have no idea what I really mean by that. All I know is that I didn’t want to cross the street at all. I just stood there, watching, waiting. For what, I didn’t know.

A second later, a car—a big white car that looked like something out of the 1950s—came whizzing around the corner at a crazy speed and shot right through the crosswalk. Right where I would’ve been standing if I’d crossed the street a moment before. I got cold all of a sudden. Sweat poured from my forehead and my armpits and the back of my neck. I watched, frozen now, as the car swerved all over the road, then careened off the street and slammed into a storefront only a few blocks away from me. Everything was silent after that.

I glanced around. This was an area of downtown that was deserted after six o’clock or so. No one seemed to be around. I started walking toward the wreckage, slowly.

As I drew closer, I noticed that the driver’s door was hanging open. I circled around the back of the car and saw something I’ll never forget. Blood everywhere. The driver, an older man, I have no idea how old, now lay crumpled on the pavement. He was half in and half out of the car as if he’d tried to crawl away and had passed out.

I looked from side to side, wondering if I should do something to help. I knew CPR, or at least I sort of did. Perhaps I should...

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