Luke LaManna

Then he carefully slid two large suitcases through the opening, too. Once he was inside, he looked around the room. His heart pounded in his ears as he imagined an FBI agent seated at one of the desks, waiting to arrest him. But the only other people he saw were his three accomplices who had gone in ahead of him. They had been planning their heist for months.

Now, they spread out to all six rooms in the office and began to grab as many documents as possible. Hopefully, some of those papers would help them expose the FBI's underhanded tactics. Tactics the agency was using to intimidate anti-war protesters and anyone who spoke out against the government.

Now, they spread out to all six rooms in the office and began to grab as many documents as possible. Hopefully, some of those papers would help them expose the FBI's underhanded tactics. Tactics the agency was using to intimidate anti-war protesters and anyone who spoke out against the government.

Bob clicked on his flashlight and used a screwdriver to pry open a locked drawer, while the others kept stuffing the suitcases. Once Bob emptied the drawer, he crawled up to a window and carefully peeked out. There was a security guard at the courthouse across the street, but he wasn't looking. Bob breathed a sigh of relief and gave a thumbs up to the other burglars.

Bob clicked on his flashlight and used a screwdriver to pry open a locked drawer, while the others kept stuffing the suitcases. Once Bob emptied the drawer, he crawled up to a window and carefully peeked out. There was a security guard at the courthouse across the street, but he wasn't looking. Bob breathed a sigh of relief and gave a thumbs up to the other burglars.

It was time to get the hell out of there. Before leaving, Bob stopped at a big teletype machine that the FBI used to send confidential messages and cut the cord. Just then, he spotted a photo of J. Edgar Hoover, the head of the FBI, on a shelf. Bob pocketed the photo as a memento of his achievement.

It was time to get the hell out of there. Before leaving, Bob stopped at a big teletype machine that the FBI used to send confidential messages and cut the cord. Just then, he spotted a photo of J. Edgar Hoover, the head of the FBI, on a shelf. Bob pocketed the photo as a memento of his achievement.

He rushed to catch up with the others who were already squeezing back through the narrow side doorway. As they waited downstairs for their getaway drivers, Bob's hands were shaking so bad that the suitcase he was carrying rattled against his legs. Part one of their mission was complete. Now came the most critical step. finding out if they had enough proof to bring down the FBI.

He rushed to catch up with the others who were already squeezing back through the narrow side doorway. As they waited downstairs for their getaway drivers, Bob's hands were shaking so bad that the suitcase he was carrying rattled against his legs. Part one of their mission was complete. Now came the most critical step. finding out if they had enough proof to bring down the FBI.

From Ballant Studios and Wondery, I'm Luke LaManna. And this is Redacted Declassified Mysteries, where each week we shine a light on the shadowy corners of espionage, covert operations, and misinformation to reveal the dark secrets our governments try to hide. This week's episode is called Enhance the Paranoia. Enhance the Paranoia.

From Ballant Studios and Wondery, I'm Luke LaManna. And this is Redacted Declassified Mysteries, where each week we shine a light on the shadowy corners of espionage, covert operations, and misinformation to reveal the dark secrets our governments try to hide. This week's episode is called Enhance the Paranoia. Enhance the Paranoia.

For much of its history, the FBI operated with very little oversight of its activities. During the nearly 50 years that J. Edgar Hoover ran the agency with an iron fist, no one dared to question their methods, even as FBI agents went to extreme lengths to suppress political dissent in the name of national security.

For much of its history, the FBI operated with very little oversight of its activities. During the nearly 50 years that J. Edgar Hoover ran the agency with an iron fist, no one dared to question their methods, even as FBI agents went to extreme lengths to suppress political dissent in the name of national security.

That all changed on March 8, 1971, when a group of eight ordinary citizens robbed an FBI office in hopes of exposing some of the agency's most disturbing secrets. This daring act was fueled by the growing opposition to the Vietnam War, especially among disillusioned young people. Their nationwide protests were making the news every day.

That all changed on March 8, 1971, when a group of eight ordinary citizens robbed an FBI office in hopes of exposing some of the agency's most disturbing secrets. This daring act was fueled by the growing opposition to the Vietnam War, especially among disillusioned young people. Their nationwide protests were making the news every day.

The FBI tried to stifle their voices, and the documents those burglars uncovered that day in 1971 revealed that the FBI was willing to entrap its political opponents through any means necessary. This included sending threatening messages, planting evidence, and even framing people for crimes they didn't commit.

The FBI tried to stifle their voices, and the documents those burglars uncovered that day in 1971 revealed that the FBI was willing to entrap its political opponents through any means necessary. This included sending threatening messages, planting evidence, and even framing people for crimes they didn't commit.

Each burglar that broke into the office that day took on an enormous level of personal risk in the pursuit of a nearly impossible task. Did they really think their sacrifice would be enough to topple the FBI, the world's most powerful law enforcement agency? Incredibly, the answer is yes.

Each burglar that broke into the office that day took on an enormous level of personal risk in the pursuit of a nearly impossible task. Did they really think their sacrifice would be enough to topple the FBI, the world's most powerful law enforcement agency? Incredibly, the answer is yes.

On a chilly evening in late December 1970, 20-year-old Keith Forsyth walked through a quiet neighborhood outside of Philadelphia until he arrived at an imposing three-story Victorian-style house. Keith knocked, and a moment later, a well-dressed young woman with flowing dark hair and a welcoming smile opened up.