I read with great interest your article, "Spying Goes to College" in The Beaver, August/September, 2002. Your account of spying in the 1960's caused me to reflect on an incident, that I had pretty much forgotten about, that happened to me in the autumn of 1964. I was in my 4th year of an honours history programme at the University of Western Ontario and also president of the UWO, NDP Club on campus. We had just waged a very successful mock parliament election campaign and I was now the leader of the opposition in mock parliament. One night about 7:00 while I was busy studying I received an unexpected phone call. The person said, "Is this [XXXXXX], leader of the NDP on campus? Is your wife's name [XXXXXX], a Catholic at St. Mary's Parish"; I said yes. He then identified himself as Father [XXXXX] of Christ the King College and said that I was in danger because of the company I was keeping and that I should come to his residence at CKC and talk with him. I talked it over with my wife and we decided that I should go to find out what this was all about. I remember his room was on the basement floor of the CKC residence and that he offered me a glass of sherry which I accepted. He then proceeded to tell me that the RCMP was building a file on a number of my NDP friends and on me. He said that a few of them were Communists and named one in particular. He said that the RCMP was concerned about links with the FLQ and said that guns and materials to make bombs had been stolen in Quebec and that these were of great concern to the police. He suggested that I should break my links with these people and the NDP for the sake of my family and particularly my Catholic wife.I told him I would think about what he had said but I decided not totell him anything. I was very suspicious about the whole thing and why a Catholic priest would be spying for the RCMP. He told me not to tellanyone about this meeting. For some strange reason I said I wouldn't -maybe I was afraid for my future prospects as a teacher especially since I knew [XXXXXX] was expecting our first child and I didn't have a job. It was a very nerve wracking time in my life. I had a lot of pressure on me to succeed as opposition leader in mock parliament, graduate with my honours history BA, launch my career as a teacher, and be a good provider and father-to-be. I never spoke with anybody about this until recently because that is what I had promised. I wish I hadn't made that promise and that I hadspoken with some of the NDP leaders whom I respected. This is the 1sttime I have written any of this. I don't know if it is of interest oradds much to your knowledge or the story but I am somewhat relieved to finally tell someone my little story.