Squid found a cheap hotel in The Village. When he heard “village” he thought it might be a recreated Indian village. After a short rest he hit the clubs and bars in The Village. Word spread that this was the great Nicaraguan revolutionary. The local crowd had read of his exploits in the Village Choice newspaper. Students, longhairs, beatniks and hippies gathered at the hip clubs to hear Squid and talk to him. He was seen on a regular basis sipping Victory Gin and debating politics and philosophy and explaining his activities in Columbia and Nicaragua. He would often read long discourses on mutantism and international politics. A small crowd of FBI and CIA agents kept tabs on this dangerous revolutionary who hampered American “interests” abroad.
The majority of local pacifists, in the American tradition of self-inflicted repression, were upset with Squid’s emphasis on violence as a tool for combatting repression. As he said one evening at the “Bottom Club”, “Once I was a firm adherent of peaceful struggle but my experience has taught me violence is often the only voice understood by the hordes of deaf and blind leaders. You can’t superimpose your bourgeoisie notions of non-violence in a corrupt underdeveloped country. You Americans struggled for your freedom and that was a violent struggle. Speeches are dandy for the politicians as they often paint glowing sunsets with their words. For the masses blood must flow to liberate. Every day, including here in the USA, the system mounts its violence against the nonconformist or social justice fighter. Thousands die of starvation or disease caused by your American companies that specialize in sucking the life blood from nations weaker than you. And you dare talk of peaceful methods with you full bellies. What do you know about suffering and how to alleviate it. Most of you are but middle-class youths overcome with fads. No doubt about it, violence is the essence of politics. The violence of those in power is considered legitimate and that of the weak illegitimate.
Once Squid had made himself known to so many New Yorkers he tried to land an announcer’s job at some radio stations but they all said his voice was a bit freaky. The fact that the IRS threatened tax audits on any radio station that hired him did not help his search. If he could not take to the airwaves, he would have to meet New Yorkers on the street so he applied for a position at the New York Department of Sanitation and obtained a job as a street cleaner. Manual labour was no hindrance. He informed pedestrians of the dangers of US imperialism and the threat it posed to humanity but the potential problem with this approach was that most Americans considered themselves above humanity.