Let's say a Soviet exchange student back in the '70s would go back and tell the KGB about people and places and things that he'd seen and done and been involved with. This is not really espionage; there's no betrayal of trust.
I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
We do not deride the fears of prospering white America. A nation of violence and private property has every reason to dread the violated and the deprived.