Men in black
I was hitchhiking on Broadway in Vancouver
towards the direction of U.B.C. The month was
July and the year was 1970. The time was about
five o’clock, and it was drizzling rain as was the
usual for Vancouver.
I was trying to get home on
time for dinner, as the house parents insisted
that I start being on time, if I intended to get
something to eat.A black shinny four-door car
pulled over and a large man wearing a black suit,
black tie, black hat, and dark sun glasses stepped
out of the rear door and held it open for me while
looking down into the car. I was glad to get a ride
so I proceeded toward the open door. Upon
entering, I took notice that there was another
fellow just like the one holding the door for me,
sitting against the opposite door dressed identical,
black suit, hat, and glasses staring straight ahead.
I felt a little hesitant and I almost backed out.
I probably would have, were it not for the first
fellow gently but determinedly pushing me in.
I did not resist and the back door closed.
I was now sitting between these
two large, what seemed to be identical men.
The car pulled away and I while trying to hide my nervousness blurted out, “I’m just going down
the road a ways.” There was no reply. It was then
I noticed there were two more men indistinguishable
from the two I was sitting between, seated up front.
I felt tiny sitting between these two men, a ping-ball between two basketballs. I looked to the left then
the right keeping my head down. I have always been
a bit of a neat nick which is probably why I noticed
that there was not the slightest piece of lint on
their pants, like they had put them on new just
ten minutes earlier. I had some experience with
hitchhiking and knew I should get a feel for
safety of the situation
by engaging them in conversation. “Hey wow,”
I exclaimed, “are you guys in a band or something,
you know because of the clothes?” I smiled and
looked up expecting a response but there
was only silence.
I could feel my heart steadily increasing its
beats and wondered if they could hear the pounding
in my chest. I lowered my head slowly taking note of
the back door handles. I realized I would not be able
to jump over these big men and open the door
before they could stop me. I looked up again toward
the front and then to the sidewalk. I was trembling and
was finding it increasingly difficult to hide my nervous state. My mouth was dry as I discovered when I
said, “Ok I’ll get out here!” There was no response,
they all just faced foreword in frightening silence.
I was nearly in a panic and looked at the door
handle again. I thought that maybe I should have
waited awhile before saying that since we had
only traveled about eight blocks. I tried to calm
myself and waited
for another few blocks before trying again. “I’ll
get out here, that will be good,” I stated with a
more insistent tone this time. There was still
no response, which now completely terrified me.
I wondered if people on the street
would be able to hear me scream for help. I do
not know if they could hear the pounding of my
heart but I sure could! All of a sudden, about
a block and a half later the car jerked over to
the right and pulled to a stop at the curb. The
one on my right opened the door stepped out
and held the door for me while I got out.
I quickly slid over and out to the sidewalk
with great haste. I stood there for a few minutes
observing the car abruptly leave and slowly
disappear up the road. I was extremely relieved
but still felt in jeopardy. I decided to take around
about way to get home to make sure they would
not be able to follow me. I arrived about nine
o’clock, to my surprise! I knew I would miss dinner
but was shocked to find out that it was so much
later than I had thought, just making it in before
nine-thirty curfew. It was a long time before
I hitched a ride again. I wish that I could describe
their faces but either I did not look or just do not remember, which would be a little odd since
I have always been observant and had a better than
average memory. I also could not say what they
sounded like since they did not speak a word.
It was not until the nineties that I heard about the,
“men in black,” which really astonished me, due
to the exact description. I have never seen these
men ever again, nor would I care to!
By Rick Ethier
The publication used footage from the documentary seriesUFO Documentary _ Unsealed Alien Files - Men in Black