Drinking the Kool-Aid

From The Andy Warhol Diaries, a seasonal selection:

Thursday, November 23, 1978

I watched the Thanksgiving Day parade on TV. I guess New York really is booming–when you think that every member of every marching band has to stay in a hotel room overnight. I glued myself together and went down to work (cab $3.50) There was nobody around.

I went over to Halston’s for Thanksgiving dinner.

And meanwhile all this holiday they’re still finding more and more bodies in Guyana. They must have known that there were 900. Why were they covering it up in the beginning? How come we didn’t hear about these people before?

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