Reseudo’s tracts and speeches were dangerous to Redbeard and his gang of blackbooters as they implied the need for a general strike. This meant the mines would no longer be producing their valuable minerals. And if that happened the mining companies that had financed Redbeard into power would be very displeased and could easily find a replacement. Reseudo and his passive anarchism had to be dealt with severely. He was gaining too much popularity and followers.
Redbeard decided to follow the exiling of Willie Montenez and family strategy the Jiber had used in Zortixia. Trumped up charges of sedition were heaped on Reseudo followed up by a show trial. Reseudo spoke eloquently refusing legal counsel. The lying and vicious prosecutor tore Reseudo’s integrity to shreds but the guilty sentence was known even prior to the start of the show trial. Judged guilty anda quick exile to that strange planet Earth was implemented. Reseudo was led away in chains to a waiting spaceship that landed in Virginia right across the river from Washington D.C.
Garth left his slightly damaged spaceship in the woods where it had landed. As he walked through the streets of Washington a great many residents and tourists cast disapproving glances at the strange man in outlandish clothing. In the distance he could see some huge white buildings one of which had enormous dome reminded him of primitive Zorollian architecture. Quaint but vastly inefficient. As he continued his stroll he saw a group of young people, probably students, carrying signs and shouting about ending some war in Vietnam. With his prodigious intelligence he instantly understood the English these people were speaking. In fact it was somewhat similar to the dialect he had spoken growing up in the Montagne Mountains in Zorollia.
Being curious he asked many questions to the young people about this war in Vietnam they seemed so angry about. One of the female protesters took a liking to Reseudo and was attracted by his strange manner of dress. She had been listening to his questions and was shocked at his total lack of knowledge about the Vietnam War. With a pained look on her face and tears rolling down her eyes she said to Reseudo, “My brother had his legs blown off in Nam. Like what planet are you from. Where have you been in the past 6 years. We Americans sent “advisers” to Nam and now we are involved in a full out war killing thousands of young men and civilians. There is a fucking war going on dude.”
Reseudo sensed the emotion wracking this young lady and in an apologetic tone replied, “Please don’t label me a reactionary. I am from a planet called Zorollia and was exiled from it to this planet because of my calls for liberty. I was criticizing an unjust regime there so please don’t give that stink eye to me. I will always fight against wars and political repression wherever they are. If I can help you in some way please ask. I was a professor in Zorollia. “