At the center of the Telegraph street scene was the legendary Hate Man. And Hate Man had a big scene going back then, practically a cult, that he dubbed “Hate Camp.” Every day, usually all day long, Hate Man set up at the first two benches on Sproul Plaza on the Cal Berkeley campus. And there’d usually be at least 10 or 20 people hanging out. Hate Man set up milk crates for people to sit on, and there was usually a makeshift coffee table in the middle of the circle, with candles and flowers and decorations on it.
Hate Camp was a surreal scene. Stepping into Hate Camp was like stepping into the other side of the mirror and entering this Madhatter Tea Party. In a lot of ways Hate Camp seemed like an antecedent to Andy Warhol’s “Factory” scene in the ’60s. It had a similar cross-section of artists, hipsters, druggies and street people. As well as some complete lunatics. A volatile mix. Hate Camp was a mixture of art happening, party, and street theatre. As well as a form of public group therapy.
And a very intellectual scene. Hate Man was a former New York Times reporter. Hate Camp regular Atari Slouch had graduated from Yale and was doing post-graduate Rabbinical studies at Cal. Mambo had published a slick, glossy music magazine devoted to avant-garde music. And my comic strip was reaching about a million readers every month in papers and zines all across the country. So we were hardly your typical group of homeless street bums.
As a form of therapy, Oppositionality was part Gestalt and part Primal Scream therapy. The idea was to act out any conflicts or disagreements. Usually by screaming and yelling and cursing and calling eachother the worst names. “FUCK YOU, I HATE YOUR GUTS!!” being practically the universal mantra of Hate Camp. It was the antithesis of “don’t sweat the small things.” The idea being that if you bitched and yelled and argued about every little thing, those hostilities wouldn’t build up into big things.
A typical Hate Camp argument/screaming fest — which went on for hours one night and involved at least 10 different combatants — had to do with M & M candies. Someone had donated a bag of M & Ms to the scene and Atari Slouch was upset because he wanted a green M & M but got a red one instead. Several people felt this was absurd “because all the M & Ms tasted the same.” Atari Slouch countered that they were “invalidating his feelings.” And the screaming match went on and on, until they eventually “resolved their differences” thanks to the miracle that was Oppositionality. So it was an interesting form of conflict-resolution. And considering how much difficulty human beings have in resolving their myriad conflicts, there’s always a value to somebody trying too come up with a new wrinkle.
One of the initiation rites into Hate Camp was, Hate Man would give you a “funny name.” Or you could pick a “funny name” (for years I’ve been known as Chopper). The reasons for this are two-fold. One, when you enter Hate Camp you’re encouraged to leave your “normal” self behind. You’re invited to act out the secret fantasy persona you’ve always longed to be. And it wasn’t uncommon to see men wearing dresses and elaborate costume jewelry. Or women with 10 facial piercings and nipple rings. And it gave Hate Camp that surreal feel. Like a cosmic masquerade. And two, most of us were involved in quasi-illegal shit. So if the cops happened to over-hear us talking about Bobo or Shroom or Jaguar they wouldn’t have the slightest idea who we were talking about.
Contrary to what most people probably thought, almost none of us were getting welfare checks or going to the free, charity meals. Mostly we wanted to live outside the system, and not have to answer to anyone. We survived by street vending, selling weed, odd jobs and dumpster-diving. We cleaned up our messes and didn’t ask anything from society except that they left us alone to do our own thing. We were mostly too wild to fit into normal society (not that we had anything against normal society). And this might sound corny or naïve. But we really believed we were experimenting and developing new and advanced ways to be a human being.