One night at a favourite bar of mine Marwin’s on Stanley Street in Montreal I met up with a couple of lively personalities Squid and Willie Montenez. I had worked with Squid and Willie Montenez while volunteering with the United Mutations in Montreal. Weird cats. They claimed to have been from other planets and dimensions. Initially I thought they were tripping on too much vodka and mescaline but I recalled that Jesus often spoke in parables and this must be the case with Squid and Willie Montenez. Their brilliant and passionate minds worked often in “otherworldly ways”.
I had heard of their activities in Montreal before I had commenced my studies at McGill University. Their enemy Eno Ergot from some far away planet had apparently landed at the campus of McGill University a few years back. They had battled Montreal mayor Jean Droolpoop during Expo 67 and had lead mutant revolts at the Queen Fairy Veterans Hospital and Douglas Psychiatric Institute. You might say they were the grandfathers of mutantism. Robert K. Stephen, my collaborator on this book, has written a brilliant history of mutantism in his seminal “Mutantism on the March” so I encourage you to read that serialized masterpiece for a complete historical treatise on mutantism.
What I will say is mutantism involves advocates for the rights of mutants on a global scale. And who are mutants you ask? They are the limbless, the lepers, the deformed, the mentally challenged, some criminals, disadvantaged and exploited populations etc. Luminaries such as Santa Claus and Tarzan had been involved with mutantism so it was no far out pie in the sky irrelevant social and political movement.
I had developed an excellent working relationship with Squid. Squid had contacted me in Toronto to congratulate me upon being called to the Ontario Bar and offered me a job in New York to help draft the Charter of Mutant Rights. I had written an article on the Canadian Bill of Rights so he thought this and my legal training qualified me for the job. It sure beat an offer for a full-time legal position in Toronto with Mr. Donut. So here I was on the midnight Greyhound bus from Toronto to New York full of Amish.
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