Excerpt from a new play
ACT TWO
November 12, 1919
As the lights rise on the interrogation room, Agent James Dell stands at
attention, nervously waiting for the next words of his superior — J. Edgar
Hoover, the head of the General Intelligence Division of the Bureau of
Investigation. A stern, stocky young man, Hoover is behind the desk,
reviewing the contents of several index cards. More cards fill a box before
him.
Although only 25 years old, Hoover has risen rapidly in the federal
government. For the past two years he has worked for the attorney general,
and is now his special assistant in charge of counter-radical activities.
Straitlaced, obsessively organized, and self-assured, he’s a middle-class
crusader, fixated on the "crimes" of labor activists, foreigners, and anyone
who criticizes the government. There’s a hint of sadism, something sexual
hidden beneath the surface. He’s also contemptuous of those, particularly
from the upper classes who "pamper" radicals.
At the moment, he’s sizing up Agent Dell, silently evaluating whether the
young man before him may be a bit soft on those in custody. After a long,
awkward moment, he lifts his eyes. read more