This exposure is disaster for his would-be radical image. Fred Jordan, vice president and editor of Grove's Evergreen Review, calls to scream obscenities at me. Dick Seaver, another VP who heads Grove Books and is my former boss, calls to offer me my job back if I'll leave. I remind him we have political demands. Borrowing a retort from the British suffragists, the Pankhursts, I reply that this is happening because he's done nothing.
Police vans arrive.
We sneak them down the back stairs and on out with help from sympathetic secretaries at another firm. The arrest finally comes. The elevators are still out of action and it takes a while for the police to wend their way up the back stairs. When they do, they find us barricaded and have to de-hinge doors and heave furniture to get at us. My colleagues go peaceably once arrested.