(A nice article from the Queens Tribune)
By Vladic Ravich
Elliott Madison opened the door with a lit cigarette between his fingers and invited me into his living room, which is warmly lit, topped with an antique tin ceiling and has a portrait of anarchist founding father Mikhail Bakunin hanging on the wall.
But when he shut the front door behind us, it did not quite close. It’s the same door that was kicked in by the first of 20 FBI agents at six in the morning on Oct. 1, after which they raced up and down the stairs, guns drawn, to search the apartment.