Reflections of a 1960s radical
From the abandoned squats and rundown tenements, a longhaired band of lost young souls roamed the streets of the Lower East Side. Opting out of peace-loving fringes, they pocketed switchblades in their black leather jackets, denounced “Flower Power” in the name of “Armed Love,” and touted mimeographed flyers bearing angry manifestos. They were simply, crudely, locally—the Motherf**kers.
