A year after the death in combat of Mauricio Morales: Memory as a Weapon!
welcome with great affection to all our comrades who attended the activity and provided with what they found necessary in these complex times.
also to all those who contributed to various artistic expressions, both in theater, dance and murals. Each and every one tends to forget and remember to destroy the fighting our brother.
also welcome to all those who in different parts of the globe have realized the importance of recovered memory to mauri no silenciar la acción directa y con los sinceros deseos de expandir la revuelta.
A continuación publicamos parte de las reflexiones que fueron leídas durante la jornada, con el fin de colectivizar algunos saludos, las visiones, análisis, simpatías y sentimientos. Agradecemos a cada compa que respondió el llamado para mostrar desde sus particularidades la construcción de una memoria combativa con respecto a mauri y todxs lxs caidxs en la guerra social.
A un año de la partida del mauri…¡te recordamos destruyendo el olvido, combatiendo a la autoridad!
Centro Social Okupado y Biblioteca Sacco y Vanzetti.
saccoyvanzetti@riseup.net www.okupasaccoyvanzetti.blogspot.com
Some of the ideas that were read and shared during the day:
De nosotrxs
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********* * May 22, 2009
* How one partner becomes a partner? * The absence
heavy breaks out every day
* Memory as a weapon ...
(squatted Social Centre and Library Sacco and Vanzetti)
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Other venues ...
* ******************** Reflections one year the death in combat of Punky Mauri (squat. The croton. Bike Punk)
* A word from CSA Jonny Cariqueo (Autonomous Social Centre and Library Jonny Cariqueo Libertarian)
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From Comrades
* A few words of Luisa Toledo. (Luisa Toledo)
* A word of Anamaria Antonioletti (Anamaria Antonioletti.)
* Limited words (Anónimo.)
* BLACK POWDER. (Sergio Vasquez, Alberto Olivares. Colectivo January 22. From the ex-Prison)
* One year of death, just my opinion ( Axel Osorio from Prison High Security)
international health
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************************ * Mauri, brother, fellow warrior, I embrace you with every breath of mine. (Marco Camenisch. Switzerland)
* A iconoclastic embrace for Mauri (Culmine.Italia)
* To our partner, Mauri ....( Anonymous from across the ocean)
* A few words of Sergio. (Sergio Stefani.Italia)
* A few words to one year of starting Mauri (Gabriel Pombo da Silva. Germany)
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nosotrxs
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May 22, 2009 ... saw the news ?, you know?. A man was killed by a bomb, not more, if I find out I'll tell you something. Time
I think riding a bicycle, something was on TV, it seems to be a partner, that he wore the pump.
came out just horrific images. A black bike made shit, a sleeveless jacket on a tree. They say she died instantly. That shit. He was a partner, there is no doubt. No have given their name yet. He is described as average young punk. Know what?, What we do ... there is anything we can do ?.... Time
are leaving the news all the time, it seems that going to the gendarmerie school, learn to shut that place of freedom, to put locks and bars on all of life ....
This is going to turn into a witch hunt going to get ugly thing.
Time We're going to pay silver phones, contact you again if something else.
We have a tight chest, I was told that the company knew, was coming here, we helped with the books, was a regular reader. Sure you know too. Time
long time since the press spits against the squatters, some time ago we linked to direct actions. Not accept that there are spaces that defy the logic of power. Spaces and people whose desire is to revolutionize the entire life.
sure you come here. Whatever happens remember that we love you. Do not feel guilty for not being fair here today, these things happen. Wherever we are still standing, head down without facing any government.
What is important today is to seek to help, say hundreds of insurance lies against the partner. Who today is solidarity should become prominent. Time
photo came out com in the news, I could not see because just the cats were fighting, they are very upset, also feel all the tension. So we take them out of the house to protect them.
Time began to pave the houses. They went on to tell us who entered Cueto, in a matter of minutes they were in the idea, also are stationed outside and the cops, they cut the street .. we arrive. Outside
go together comrades, brothers and sisters who want to support.
The sun is burning ... there are many people out, is advancing the rep, angry because they beat their friends in the press. He spent the guanaco wetting and chasing comrades.
If you were here you'd be furious hurt like us. Insurance and you would have pulled the neck of the mercenaries. Time
It's dark and very cold, the cops are gone and nobody understands why. The news is full of crap, interview a fellow called him on the scene scheduled and crude. A show that is only intended to ridicule the dead comrade, a semblance of opposition to authority, they just repeat the script was written by a moron in office. Outside
many people, we see from the roof, our permanent outpost on this day of shit. Outside
much pain, grief and rage, we can not mourn. For better or for worse. It's so much adrenaline and alertness or fatigue so profound that we have. They
cooking fires. It is good that these comrades are outside, so do not feel so lonely.
In the house we go, that's clear. Time
the cops returned and charged the fellow out. For us we had water and gas inside the house, but to beat the chase around the neighborhood.
From the roof we feel the cries of battle, we heard the sounds of things breaking everywhere. The cops try to enter nearby houses. Do not let them. The next delusional is quiet. What do you mean what delusional?, That it's trafficker and has dealings with the cops .... That locked himself in his house, he better.
Barricades go on for the neighborhood since Matucana St. Paul, brasil plaza and mall.
dead I hope that the company has not suffered. I was told I had a big smile, like you imagine. There have been some of his writings, was anti-prison, complete these until the end. That loss larger.
That long night, full of bad omens. Time
little after 5 in the morning, we have the body stiff and heavy as a rock. More recently, we were the cops. Outside the barricades are still burning. Some colleagues are approaching, there's like 20 brothers arrested. Some hard-hit, let's go the audience to join them in that awful moment where trying to denigrate at all costs.
The whole neighborhood was lined in memory of the partner is gone. Not enough words to describe the pain you feel. All fall short. Chose a path and lasted until the direst consequences. Oppose any form of power has a very high price, we are sure you know that fully, we are sure you never wanted this moment for all.
Tomorrow is the funeral. We still can not mourn, our hearts are hardened, hidden behind a shield.
if they reach the address in Internet searches. Be careful because the cops walking like hounds injected with hate. See you there ...
Missed time to get there, if it was a bit messy. In case you have not seen the pictures I tell you that many people came, of all we care for and accompany the company to the cemetery. The coffin saying "neither God nor master", that phrase that identifies to you both.
was horrible to see lower the drawer to the concrete pit, I thought it would not take it ... we are confident that the company would have preferred to merge with an ancient forest ... even in death the power gets its tail and forces us to rituals that we are foreign. Until the death has to be paid and tie the economic machine.
Time I write short. Watch the press. Arrested a fellow of the idea, Cristian Cancino, say he had gunpowder under the mattress, anyone believes that ????. I want to load several past attacks. The hunt is spreading its deadly wings who care to look imprisoned in them.
Van running time many greetings and reflections on the partner. At the same time they are calling, how easy it is spitting protected behind a computer screen, condemn and mock the actions that cost him his life, while complacently watch the daily violence, abuse and exploitation, permanent derivatives of all authority. Taunting
delivering a colleague Immediately separate ways. We took
voice from day to defend his memory, that we will always, to whoever and whatever the cost. Time
Many actions have been done to express love and anger. Different tools were used. The boundaries were transferred as mountains of paper, watering the soil is different insurgent memory land that does not accept silence as a tribute. Perhaps because the silence is too similar to the amnesia. And if blood was shed that sought freedom, which is less can be forgotten, would be unforgivable ...
Time
Today I saw a poster in reference to the partner, was a thrill giant. At a time when his solo moniker seems to infect the prison. Punk punk you say ... a brother of Di Giovanni. Time
The press has us under the microscope, we are responsible for any invention, charged and convicted in a single print run, a vulgar comedy that is repeated endlessly. Cristian
remains in prison. Unload on him all the bitter about the fact that there are still those who do not align with the powerful in power, who do not want no compromise agreements shame. Time
This letter is full of frustration. Diego seek to stop it. His mother called police giving the warning about finding a bag with suspect material. You can believe?, his mother committed him to the mercenaries. Your picture begins to circulate through the diaries, which will soon offer Old West a reward. Now it turns out to be the leader of all evil in the universe. That pathetic script, and worn by much use.
Try to come soon, we miss you. Time
I write today with anger, helplessness. Yesterday we attended a televised arrest. A group of students from the academy hit the streets in memory of those fallen in the street got into a fight with a member of the Police Department and then comes the parade of television pictures, the police burst in a obscene dimension. Almost all staff of the homicide squad firing on a group of students .... crazy to pay, pulled of irrationality, drunk with power. The pictures sum up the monopoly of violence. They shoot and social peace, young people respond and violence. When terminologies are handled by the enemy, the debate becomes dull and meaningless.
Two students were arrested by the guards involved in an alleged assault with a firearm. Faceless witnesses identity, pointing to one of the students as responsible for missing shots against the detectives. The stop to think and live under lawless values, that's all, no more. The press devours and swallows, are called Paul and Matthew and the case painted black as night. Time
Many comrades in prison have taken the time to write about the fact he died facing the authority. From various backgrounds and views, more or less fraternal. We believe that everything is a contribution when it is to launch into the fire of conviction who now can not explain with words what happened: misfortune or error. Either ways we have been involved in a haze of grief, anger and anguish.
That we had so much skill to overcome obstacles, I still find this answer is not the final word. Death is a challenge to long-term, survived, but still do not know what cost, or how much of us died too.
time.
will soon be elections, the movement in the neighborhood has been oppressive. For the media asking for our slaughter, they just need to play the shooting. We continue with our activities, but aware that they will.
time.
guess you knew. Yesterday we invaded. They arrived at about 6 am. We welcome you aware of the complicated scenario. They beat and humiliate proposed. The first thing they did, the latter will not do it ever.
broke all by little we destroy the library, as in the old days were a stack of books, surely they wanted to burn, I doubt they wanted to get to read.
We had all day locked in their barracks. All correspondence relating to God or love partner without us was confiscated, all letters, drawing, poster or song. They want to erase from the map. After 12 hours
habiéndosenos arrested and DNA taken by force, take us to the justice center there, face to face with the police and getting their shots at the fellow think he died, to such abuses is to be stated, here are in front of us guards.
A judge decided to let go. As a routine process resolved cavalier about our integrity, about our fate.
We are accused of assault and injury, we investigated for terrorist behavior. Only an ad hoc practice of the State. We're fine on conviction
but rabid as the days go by, the same day were raided five houses, three squats and two houses. Police and reporters posing together hand in the pre-electoral circus.
time. Axel
has asked for you, you wonder. Remember when you gave her a jacket horrible and I returned it, could be cold but never be without style. I remember when found in the trash a photo collage punk a spiteful man had thrown in the trash. What a horrible picture! And they give away in a raffle on May 16 last year. Everyone told I had done at age 11, only to laugh together, apart if regalabamos not remain in the kitchen.
time.
Paul went out into the street and Jubilee, the beat of the Academy, well, if you want to write me send greetings and passing that are on the road brings a breath.
time. He left
Cristian. It fell to the ground the prosecution for violation of the Patriot Act, as it was for possession of explosives, 3 years signing, a show longer than that of De La Prida.
time. Remember
morning at competing for who knew more poems by Benedetti? For me was Sunday ... or a million years ago, long time is not linear.
"My technique is to talk and listen, build with words an indestructible bridge" ... long ago I can not hear your voice. This process has been very hard, the water is agitated, from the bottom to the warm side ... I miss
laugh, how long now? ... Mauri a year ... when you come?, you've gotten lazy to write, I almost feel I do a monologue, report after report and you do not tell us anything ...
Tell me about you, how things are going crazy and you've done to distract the soul . Still with naturism?, I notice that Ratis took the grinder the eight types milling grain to make sampa balls. This miracle food that you said we needed to ensure the vitamins ... I've tattooed
more?, What was the last one? ... the chest is not ...? neither God nor the love ... ... that stupid punk Mauri begin to understand everything at once, a thousand images, a thousand photographs that were broken yesterday and today are displayed whole.
Where is your bike?, Must be accumulated in the warehouse where all they have stolen from the houses raided. Mauri you, you stopped forever body on that 22 May. We
grumpy, tell me I have a fever and delirium only.
A year ... black flowers a year, a year of waiting for a train that does not get arrested in the absence station.
now understand why so infected wounds to heal because you first have to accept, resign himself to loneliness in a part of the heart, the one that has your name and always comes out to defend, which receives all the kicks that are aimed at you.
"Here we are shocked, angry, clear that the leaden time we will pass dismay, anger will be, will be cleaner" ...
With closed eyes in silence Your memory appears to give us a hug. As we yearn now all that is left behind, as we would like to hear your laughter, one of your jokes, even the pigs and reprehensible, those with any activity that threatened to undermine, tell us your joke dirty and hot, that it caused such excitement and it was only pepper the story of a wallowing in the mud.
Mauri has been a year .... Do not go too far, stay here with us, to become a seed to be planted storm.
"Wherever you if you are, take advantage finally breathe easy, to fill the lungs sky" ....
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one partner becomes a partner? *************************************************
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May 22, to carry a fire extinguisher filled with black powder to attack those beings who are no longer human to become policemen. Because your goal was to attack the School of Gendarmerie, those despicable creatures that make torture a profession.
For those who knew you, you were much more than this particular action. Your desire to destroy this system of exploitation led you to use a variety forms of struggle against power.
Without fear of ridicule disguised as a clown and you participate in activities with children because they believed in libertarian education, a tool to combat the education market, in fact you were studying pedagogy and not trapped in the contradiction of being in a University, these "mutant breeding." Firmly believed that it was a scenario of fighting, one more place to go "idea."
course participating outlets there and elsewhere took place in the attack on the authority, taking the space, take to the streets, remember fallen comrades. Although I never met the Claudia Lopez, thought to remember their struggle, it is also ours. Eras
responsible for your health, not in the hands of others were leaving, you believed in another kind of medicine, not in that of the hospitals where they experience at our expense. Aspired to autonomy, not to depend on anybody, you were the one responsible for your life and therefore of the struggle undertaken. In this way you would not ever rely on a pattern, hated the job, and hated to employers. The work does not dignify the work is exploitation. Selling bread, you did with your own hands was a way to get some money and not have to look at his face any operator .... But nobody better than you to clarify your position on the job: "I do not work, I make bread, NO WORK!"
In this struggle against exploitation understood that for the animals seized their lives to become good and torture them as only the human knows. Because the farm comprises different layers of society, as animal beings and the earth itself, so you embrace veganism as a form of attack.
not forget to encarceladxs fellow, do not forget the propaganda that dragged them out, do not forget anticarlarios forums and information on the situation in which they attend but forgotten in the rallies and demonstrations which were a part, do not forget when you wrote them. Because no matter if they were patriots, Marxist, Leninist, the Lautaro or Front or whether they were from elsewhere in the world. Because solidarity transcends all these barriers, and it was necessary.
never going to forget that charisma and that way you relate that you had. Lost no opportunity to spread the anarchist ideal where you were and who was, if even a jail paco did you had to question his life. Also do not forget those damn army guys that you recruited for military service, when you got to show up with your MOICE stop your clothes punk and told them that the first thing you would do when You will come to the regiment was killed by his superior, in addition to inventing the drug consumption by as much knew: "I said it consumed all the drugs he had heard, in addition to vindicate as Dadaist, suicidal nihilists" ... and incredible achievements of the school harvest of murderers in uniform. That
oratorical skills you had to be aware that all you pay attention. It was very entertaining and interesting to hear you talk, managed to reach the people, it was like reading a good book. Do not forget your adventures, which were your story of struggle.
Although not share your latest proposals, about "anything creative, individualistic your posture. He firmly believed in the spread of the revolt, your engine was the action, you felt the need to do things, to attack this mega-machine. Whether to report the situation and have vegan presxs be coordinated with other groups and individuals, did not enter in contradiction with your position individualistic. Overcome the ideological contradictions and passed them action. Especially
were a person convinced of what you did, and it showed in your conviction, armed with the most sharp result you left that night, like so many other days of diverse and multiple attacks.
You and do not even want to forget. **********************************************
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The heavy absence, breaks every day
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Comrades in the struggle muchxs unfortunately we lost, but how difficult is when you lose a brother, and worse in terms of the difficulty of understanding as spent as Mauri died in an illegal act, going on the offensive dies and dies in a circumstance so nebulous that there is no certainty about how it happened, this makes an event more horrible than death itself, and to know that a compared to both give and give and not despite it wanted stay, cause great pain. And this pain increases even more when the war does not give you any second to think and take what happens, it becomes important to reflect and try to reason at this time, our enemies want us to sit down and give us a mental break to clarify our mind, what power you want to stay forever in eternal confusion and to govern our lives in an almost schizophrenic pace, looking deny us our lives back, looking to take us to limit our ability to abandon a struggle that we have decided, and this is even more noticeable when you find out the identity of those killed by the enemy. It is the press, the whole society that only consume information, perhaps unwittingly playing authority relations feast on the image and the life of someone who does not know and who just want to slander.
learned of the death of a comrade is tough, especially when failure is the result of the use of their weapon of attack, but find out after the person no longer is able to see your brother is something inexplicable, and to this day is really hard to write, make a propaganda or scratch on the streets on behalf of him who only want to re-embrace the sharing of experiences and emotions.
is immense pain, grief overwhelms and yet you know you should stand up, no matter how or with what mind, so you just get up and continue your commitment to the fight, because surrender would be the worst betrayal of a brother who no longer moves like a tiger stalking its own, but we must keep in our collective memory, not a martyr, but as a comrade more. Because that is, a companion who took and face the consequences of a war that is not always pleasant, and so we know that many of us otrxs as comrades who suffered in their bodies and minds to blow gave repressive power, which was impatiently awaiting an opportunity to give full force to those seeking freedom practiced and played, this is how it weaves its webs to hit varixs beat that until today do not erase it from our minds the mistreatment and abuse that violated us, but we will not surrender and even each day costs more to find reasons to continue to follow here, since our experience is just one of the many experiences we have taken in the fight against the power, so we wish to raise is that as the responsibility of activating the memory is nosotrxs mismxs. ************************************
Memory as a weapon ...
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Memory, gesture, the act of evoking images, events, people of the past will never make sense to us only with a view to collect data or display erudition.
The collective memory of insurgent aims to understand the historical continuity of struggle, ideas, events, victories, defeats, successes and mistakes. But it should be limited only to this aspect, but it is also important to know the different strategies and tools adopted by the enemy. Our struggle is waged not alone against the world since the day we are born, but transcends the endless struggle against any vestige of authority.
power for its part has implemented machinery of oblivion, increasingly sophisticated and macabre to maintain current conditions in their favor, amnesia only generates an acceptance of reality imposed while observing past struggles or partners such as photographs, away from any connection with reality achieved by Meanwhile show unfeasible any attempt to disobey their masters.
Concern is when the echo of forgotten revolutionaries living in an "eternal present" grossly limiting the current struggle regardless of this rich array of useful forms, tools, visions, ways, experiences memory is rebellious. Well forget past struggles is to forget those who gave their lives and energies to change this reality.
Crossing the barrier of time, remembering and taking the various contexts and unique and idyllic conditions exactly the same, is a real and direct contribution to the social war. Sharpen, expand and highlight the conflict against the powerful is so necessary and possible now, as in the past, our history of struggle is the rebellion by different exploited they decided to actively oppose the established order, in different ways breaking its rules
time memory, the past is our present, your thoughts are ours, their desire to attack are the same as ours today. We talked about the history of revolt centuries ago, years or a few painful months. Today we are here to remind mauri, brother of many battles, but this memory is not individual but is the continuation of the urgent need to counter the domain.
Our present, then the future will be the last days of struggle is how the exercise is to move past the next battle, the next repressive circumstances. Remember the fight this is to glimpse the way in which our feet have walked and will help to know where the next, use the memory that is rebellious to rethink strategically and tactically fighting the reality of oppression.
This in our hands to rescue fallen comrades and battles past or present, to us is that the name and life of fighting brothers as the mauri, the claudia or jonny not be forgotten or swallowed by the beast only to be spewed out by some intellectual with fetishes for the revolt.
Remember that there are abstract ideas that are at stake, but the social war is conducted by fellow flesh with actions, gestures and decisions in times of their lives is what really makes power and reproducible combat them have led to really sharpen our present offensive.
Memory is a weapon, but you need to know load, aim and fire power, otherwise just a sterile event is trapped in historiography or just the emotion. Insurgent memory is our weapon! Dear Punky
mauri: our best memory is to continue dealing with the order of those who consider themselves masters of life itself.
squatted Social Centre and Library Sacco and Vanzetti.
$ antiago. $ Hile. May 22, 2010
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It was not always easy, like a year ago, the ideas properly order that flood our heads when faced with a dilemma as confusing and terrible as the death of a comrade in combat, a warrior, a brother, a friend and an accomplice, but here we are, a year of that fateful May 22, where the sound of that extinguisher full of anger we lifted up from our beds and we made out to the street to know what was what had happened, but could not answer until the next day had died Mauri, front and with the gun in his arms, dead, but full of anger against centuries of infinite violence that has undergone.
already one year after the death of the Mauri and without even the ability to cool our heads and hearts compared to what happened that day and beyond, we feel the need honest and visceral to declare war, like Mauritius to what exists, its perpetuity, to those who after a cynical smile and a chump tempting condemn ourselves to the most devastating submission, the most delirious and monotonous repetition, day after day, of something disgusting, a reproductive life, a paradise to credit, a non-existent progress and evolution for our understanding of the temporal chaos and learning. Mauri, without being a meaningless iconography in the context of the social war, is transformed to nosotrxs in clear and stark example of the consequences behind it, assuming the continuing conflict and resulting from the existence that gives us society as a whole, the consequences that no one theoretical position and practically in this war is exentx, consequences that we believe should be taken over by our comrades from that at which decide to become part of the conflict, consequences, terrible as they are, we dispuestxs to take if allowed to continue to maintain this beautiful plant alive for centuries insurrection thousands of comrades have taken care to cultivate. So a year ago, we again express openly that there are no fears to claim Mauri practices, as well as flight Diego Rios and those who follow behind cages secuestradxs capital and science, for that matter do not care. Do not forget, either rapidly or slowly, that there were those who were able to give her life with passion all the destruction of power and authority, we recognize ellxs our comrades, in vegan without masters. He
May 22, like it not, radically changed our perception against the reality that we live daily, increased hatred, rage increase, then their faces were presented physically in our homes and we see face to face with several of our enemies. That May 22, black night with signs and portents, the noise deafened our ears for a few seconds was not only the death of a partner, because we mean it as an act of love, hate, destruction and ideological material against the executioners support power. The Mauri, and not present with their laughter and jokes, is still beyond the cliché repeated in every of our actions, not abstract because his figure until it becomes a martyr, we mean like a warrior who died following their own decisions and unfortunately a quick reading will be negative, but which, in turn, and now when trying to give a Cold and complicated look of the facts must be understood as a likely consequence for all who choose to deny and antagonistic positions to the development of the story of the rich and those who perpetuate the normal existence and permanence of things.
A year after your death, Punky Mauri: Present.
"From an uncontrolled release, there is no higher forms of struggle. The revolt in need of everything, diarios y libros, armas y explosivos, reflexiones y blasfemias, venenos puñales e incendios. El único problema interesante es como mezclarlos.”
-Ai Ferri Corti-
Casa Okupada La Crota Bike Punk.
Mayo 2010.
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Unas palabras desde CSA Jonny Cariqueo
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Que amargura recordar ese día, que supimos que físicamente ya no nos acompañabas, gradually swallow your death was an unintended consequence of Kurdish and take your life with strength and courage to face this system. For all / as his death was a torn heart, a deadweight loss in our daily life. Maybe some lethargy momentote
we feel, but we found that the account remain stationary was to give a favor to this rule and disgusting society and make the death of a partner a common occurrence.
Your death was just the beginning of what was coming, were mistakes which resulted in shots of the enemy. Thus, the late June del24 was raided our home, the Autonomous Social Center and library Jonny Cariqueo libertarian, reason sought Diego Rios, after being betrayed by his mother to find explosives in one of his properties. Our brother, from that day he decided what more could evade the prison bars, step into hiding and his flight has become a propaganda by deed.
Mauri face death, we find it impossible to forget the loss of compañeroa Zoe, who is also a distant rumble rocked our hearts who died just a few days before making a bomb. These facts show that losing a partner close to levels beyond our "intimate", but despite the physical distance, unite us to destroy our ideas all forms of authority and also reflects the need to disseminate experiences, because they are facts which unfortunately (and it showed the death of Mauri) can still happening.
Mauri, your death not only has to remember some painful and sad, but further reaffirm our position of life, our beliefs and practices constantly struggle to achieve true freedom. Your terrible item internalization as an error that anyone can make, therefore we are obliged to be careful and remember this fact, like many others throughout history, to try not happen again, learning from mistakes, using these experiences in any of the actions co / purchase taken to destroy that which has already killed some of us. Mauri
remember you as a partner embarked on an eternal flight in deciding to confront the alienating everyday. It was this system of exploitation and death who push you to hate any type of cage and authority, and agree the need for solidarity with the imprisoned persons in this society: trying to attack dirty gendarmerie executioners. Us / as your teammates mourn your physical absence, the wound is still very fresh, but we stand before the power and we remind each of our hearts and act to counter this overwhelming reality.
A fellow of the CSO and library Sacco and Vanzetti:
We share the loss of a partner, share the pain but also the strength and energy that gives us keep our living spaces, trying to make a contribution in the fight Entrala authority and all forms of exploitation.
Autonomous Social Centre and library jonny Cariqueo
libertarian. Pudahuel. Mayo2010.
OF comrades
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few words of Luisa Toledo. *****************************************
Companion Mauricio Morales,
's been almost a year since you left and it still hurts your absence, especially for those who were your brothers and sisters of ideals, of everyday life, of affection, of love and I'm sure, discussions and misunderstandings.
's been almost a year since you left and for some of us have been a year to meet you, from your friendly smile, the way you speak directly, without false prices when you wanted to convey your thoughts, your questioner to be subversive which was impossible to be immune ....
's been almost a year since you left and your colleagues have asked me, a simple village woman, to say a few words on this day I do this here to listen to talk a bit about you, but very special mind to hear that as we continued to struggle, as we continued to make progress in this difficult journey of the powerless ... the poor and marginalized .... to challenge us by telling your language clear and poetic: "Comrades, we ran out of enthusiasm, we killed the revolutions? "" Because when the heart of freedom, love and anarchy accompany its beats, Anarchy does not die in the mouth, is prevalent in active hands "....
Freedom, love, anarchy.
I refer to two concepts echoes real life in you and in many other colleagues who have had the happiness to know:
Freedom Mauritius ... I confess this to be free disturbs me a lot, I dislocations, because I feel my whole life has been attached to people that I felt over my first were my school teachers (and I remember when I studied the rod was used and still says: "the rod and spoil). So abiding by myself, without question. Then, when I entered the world of trabajo, por supuesto los superiores eran mis jefes. Cuando me casé con Manuel, también, pues me casé, osea, nada de irse a vivir juntos así no más como ahora, porque éramos cristianos y los que sabían mas eran los curas….(Ya veo cómo te ríes, muchacho)…
Creo que cuando era una niña fui más libre ,porque a mis padres nunca los sentí como personas amenazantemente superiores, pero era una libertad como la de los pajaritos….
La época mas libre de mi vida ha sido la crianza de mis hijos con quienes aprendí a dejarlos libres y junto con ellos fui liberándome yo de muchas ataduras…
El compromiso político de ellos I did appear on other facets of my life, my being a woman freeing political.
The death of my children released and made to appear on my warrior and I think from that moment I was a pale reflection of what you say when you talk Mauri want to be free ... What we have tried so many colleagues say whose names float here and now: Claudia Lopez, Daniel Menco, Norma Vergara, Alex Lemun, Aracely Romo, Catrileo Matías, Pablo, Eduardo, Rafael ... My children.
"That although the way ours is Brigido, our hearts burn on his chest rather than a volcano ...." Free
ambiguous, free of indefinite, free of the mediocre.
And about love, it seems to me that when one gets to be free can truly love .... To give his life ... to give life ...
Chau
Mauri ... So long companion, friend
Luisa.
May 22, 2010
A year after your departure.
(Luisa Toledo. Mother of Eduardo, Rafael and Pablo Vergara, recognized young active struggle against dictatorship and participate in various expressions of combat.
Eduardo and Rafael are killed by police in the town France on 29 March 1985. Paul for his part, died on November 5, 1988 along with Araceli Romo product of the detonation of a bomb in the city of Temuco, the reports said the fatal family National Intelligence Agency would have been after the fact.
Families and fellow brothers have given an insistent Vergara relentless struggle against forgetting where he manages to establish March 29 as the day the young fighter, in homage to the Vergara brothers and all the young fallen)
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Antonioletti
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I have invited Mauri remember on this anniversary of his death. I do not know if I will be present at this stage of life physical fatigue affects health so hard to keep in condition. Mauri I did not know I just heard through the news of what happened and much lamented his death. I always think that the lives of young people is invaluable, always thought that natural law is that the young bury the possibly higher because they have more strength to move the coffin. The loss of a child leaves us in total despair, the loss of many children takes away more and more strength. Review the facts leading to the death of a young I am filled with anger because it's your time to grow not to mow is the time for you to craft a better life are transformed into artists of the future to that utopia of a better country to move closer. The summoned to take care of these lives, to strive to continue and it may seem tedious, to be responsible in their actions because the children of the people are and will always be the indispensable, and come when you try to be guardians of life for generations to replace them. As a mom of a child orphaned ask you to consider my words as a sign of affection from the child whose death regret forever. I would not want to hear more names of young people with a "present now and forever. "complaining not pretend to be old, if I call them to fight for life and celebrate it every day in every one of you. They are the great capital of the people to that utopia is transformed into reality. With love from Mom. Anamaria
Antonioletti.
(Anamaria Antonioletti, mother of Ariel Antonioletti young militant of the political-military organization MAPU Lautaro, who decided to continue fighting after the "transition" from dictatorship to democracy, where capitalism and the powerful continued to prevail.
After being arrested for CNI in 1989, his teammates decided to rescue the 14 November 1990 from the Hospital Sotero del Rio, in an operation large for the organization. Ariel
next day in a makeshift safe house in the village Japan, was killed by police in investigations led by Belisario Velasco to run with a rifle shot in the forehead)
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words
Limited *
"From today, face to face, showing his teeth to the enemy. From today, feared and not humiliated. From today, at war against bourgeois society. Everything in the present capitalist world, is unworthy and crime, all of us ashamed, we all causes nausea, disgusts us. Is produced, suffer and die like a dog. Let at least the individual the freedom to live or die with dignity as a man, if you want to agonize in slavery. Man's destiny, it is said, is that he himself knows how to shape, and today there is only one alternative: either by default or slavery "
extract the text" The right to leisure and individual expropriation "Severino di Giovanni under the pseudonym
briand
Partners, I am reminded of many things in this time, James and the cold numb bones, the neighborhood streets, I remember Cueto, Santo Domingo and cumming. Remember at these times, the tireless nights of long talks that rises to victory. Life had huge and sincere at the time of militant youth. But now, more later than sooner, and we have been carrying their dead, dead silence now, we have been sculpted geographies force in our history and need to kiss and hug the ground to get a bit more to our partner, then rotation is made eternal, it was not possible at the time to mourn our only and is today a necessity, crying is necessary, otherwise, we rots the soul. We all know that did not belong to the circus, his melancholy elegance made its way towards the immense hypocrisy society, arrived with his character and courage to eat the city, in her memory grows a flower of hope and dignity insurgent and finishes his death we die, because we keep it alive. Comrades, I miss it big pain, at times uncontrollable, I work a lot with myself to not let the sadness I overflow. I tell him that we lived, what I saw, what I have dreamed in my dreams I try to explain the pain of his absence. Already
night in the dark room of a library Argentina, where I was a year after the Mauri had gone, there was a large wooden chair that was against the light and in front of the door of two bodies that closed the incipient library cooperative. Between chiaroscuro make out the figure of our unique, with the Mohicans deposited in his right shoulder and a book in his legs crossed, here we are in a dream or reality, I do not remember, I think it was both. Face to face desperate to explain the mystery how can we do to ourselves? like trying to bend the hand to the target, then answered: the dead must fulfill his destiny. But! try to meet on Tuesday here in this room where nobody can see us, as if the possibility of hiding could be redeemed by death. But it was too late, had taken course and among the vines that hung from the old roof Buenos Aires, was seen leaving. That trip was made a year after that, with the directions and maps to our only pointed me. The dream run by both. May
Now it lasts throughout life, emerge from the useless calendar as eternally present time, to show that life is not just concatenation of memories liabilities, but harmonious action links, a breeze is the antecedent of a storm a fertile seed is the outbreak of a forest that rises above the earth to purify the air, a drop is the first of a violent ocean and the action is the principle creator / destroyer of a new world. But we know that this path we choose, we can reflection, transform, and discuss, but always deeply revolutionary, begins and ends, not abandoned, it runs to take the tools that are presented to us during the long trip to shake the rocks with effort and commitment, to open the path dense jungle of this area and find the heart of the story, taking it into our hands and relocate their constellations, shaping elements, combining its compounds.
If this works, we will never die finish or better yet, never end of life, because today is a year and then the time will be 20 and try to shake the memory banks to drop the memories, then what do to remember? We dismiss the insolent custom suit for years and travel the roads that fall from your body, because there is nobody or nothing to cage its essence, not even his closest comrades us, we can not define the indefinable, we can only express feeling, the sense of our lives with his life sentence is what I thought, at least, kill it.
insurgent This is a salute to all those who keep on fighting the convictions intact despite the shock, is a salute to my companion of many battles that is present at all times, especially at night. A huge and powerful embrace all who have made it possible for these words reach you, they know very well who they are, for helping me keep hope alive, not to give in and be faced with dignity the ravages of power.
Health and anarchy
Anonymous. ************************
black powder.
************************ Dear comrades, from the point of extermination, we recall in our memory all those brothers who wanted to raise human dignity, so high that it reaches the destruction planted by the police system, almost a century of Fascism.
Brothers, each looking young with breadth of life that can not control or manipulate, because we are seeds that grow to enhance the humanity of each person who undertakes the journey to ensure the memorial of a direct reaction against the system that will blow up the walls that stop life of a prison system
.- That the greatest dream of a being is that utopias are not real but there is a real power among us, to destroy and rebuild a society, to go beyond a scheme introduced by bourgeois and fascist .-
is why today we pause in our daily lives to raise the name of the man who became powder to get to shake the system. It will always be an example of rebellion for generations to emerge today with banners of liberation .- Mauricio Morales Duarte always be in our memories rebels like you ...
! Social War! ! Now! January Colectivo22
Sergio Alberto Vasquez Barrientos Olivares Fuenzalida
Section Module "A"
former extermination Center Module Santiago Prison "A"
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If the current era is infamous, infamous all the comrades are those who make up this inhuman society. Each act requires us to participate, regardless of the opinion, in the social and productive conference given by our maestrxs, oracles, doctorexs, escritorzuelxs and filosofastrxs. We grow
determined by the environment that welcomes us and the material conditions of existence: Determined by political, religious, social habits, customs and prejudices developed slowly over the centuries and which never were the creators, but the producers first, and later, their instruments.
Nothing is harder is to practice the theft front a state that applies the principle of authority with the power of the law and official wisdom, judges, government, prevention, enforcement and all dogmas upon which rests the civil and political security. Sovereignty, the logic that flows from the source, the Absolute, the social contract and truth reports: Each in his own drowning us daily.
never before, the kingdom's capital had seen and enjoyed its heyday and had said, proud and insolent, the end of history (history is the history of class struggle). His insufferable arrogant complacency mark their mark on everything and created at our expense and suffering a world stupid empty and so firmly established that fight this sounds crazy.
However, an oasis of freshness, vivxs, mutants, mutadxs, hostile, fortunately infertile reborn this shit passive trains with repetitive steps. Beings in their individual or collective acquire instinctive knowledge to speculate intellectually and generate their own conscience. Subjects who do not disguise of charity or self-indulgence and express their solidarity not dispose of tangible property to dress or feed the neighbor, but micro-known natural and violent storms that react with dignity against injustice. Tozudxs, porfiadxs have no interest in reflecting on the disparity and its causes, and that So do not hesitate to heresy practiced. This raw
commitment to action theory has made limiting the certainty of love and life, inherent tragedy of revolutionaries and rebels and the fate of adventures that do not hide behind soft words and expressions styles fainthearted. Awake
lethargy and led to inconsistent exaltadxs knowing its fury before escaping into society easier this mimesis caution.
With fear and daring, amalgamated in honest and accurate blows, stimulated goals that seek to persuade, but to punish and destroy.
Salitre, sulfur, coal, bullet, fire, death to the oppressor. Understandable
acts of love and hate.
never saw them more vivid. Never be more against vigilantes. There will never be worth as much as when we lose. Moreover
who stayed similar establishments, trust, friendship, fellowship with suburb of. Who bothers us your martyring, but not his memory. We are who we understand that the traditional deification of behavior is inherited only mitificadotas that bypass the real meaning of his examples, ie the significance of their actions. That which is of all the comrades and anyone else: That which is to receive it, refine it and avoid the mistakes that caused their loss. One that invites us to take the same trip without luggage desire and you forget the necrolatría in search of the substance of the assumptions drawn from the empirically demonstrated.
who have fallen denuestrxs life begins, and serenuela walk from the clarity that involves us as antisocial group, namely: not to repeat the painful mistakes.
The Mauri, an important promoter of the improper and divergent, leave facts that value by the complicity that attracts us, but being an equal, we love him and criticize only what was and not what has not been. So remember how vulnerable we are without diminishing the dreams that bring us together because we have not been more than witness testimony.
That is our simplicity.
Axel Osorio. Prison
High Security in May 2010 .-
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Mauri, brother, fellow warrior, I embrace you with every breath of mine. *************************************************
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not look at the finger pointing the moon, look no fist nosotrxs insurrectionary acts warrior. Nosotroxs
and we love that finger, that fist happy and strong, hits signaling and domination, exploitation, authority.
All synonyms and essential bases of what we call civilization. Even if this, that with your words guerrerxs Animal Liberation Front (with everybody, hug them with love) on the occasion of your attack in Santiago of Chile from April 28 to nosotrxs muchxs of which are in the same inaccessible social way of war costs us yet, admit it. Despite the clearest evidence yet indisputable reality and destructive. Nosotrxs
love and are the finger and fist, but no decay and longing when we fall in the struggle, when we fail in the attack. For each death
ours, every failure becomes our victory in the "strategic" offensive, it becomes a victory for all the comrades in this common struggle, or social war against this common enemy, for freedom and justice for every being that lives on Mother Earth that gives us hospitality in the universe and of which every being has, for the only true common good, of course equal dignity, freedom, autonomy.
victory is our offense because every death and every failure in our attack and mobilization, is encouragement and dissemination of solidarity, experience, consciousness and action in the general offensive and revolutionary insurgency.
Here's why, even if ningunx of nostrxs is irreplaceable, and we are indispensable! Here
because even if we fall or stay prexs, we are even more vivxs in the social war, as every past and present our contribution is essential at any time by the vitality and the growing strength of our common and unstoppable offensive and revolutionary insurrection , individuals, communities, peoples!
Here's why, and that spirit, I embrace with my every breath and, with our greatest warrior Mauri, equally guerrerxs equal, I pressed vosotrxs even in these days that are not memory but perpetual presence and strength of war, of life and this community, love! E irreducible
warrior rage against our common enemy and deadly, capable only of terror and death, lies and misery!
Here's why, and that spirit, I embrace you with every breath, my greatest warrior!
Marco Camenisch of Switzerland, May 16, 2010
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iconoclastic for Mauri
******************************************** May 22 2009-2010 * A year after the death in combat of fellow anarchist
Morales Mauricio Mauri, falls in battle on May 22, 2009, in Santiago, handling a bomb designed to attack the school of the gendarmerie.
nosotrxs of Culmine Mauri not met in life, but in the course of this year we contact the Chile comrades who had the opportunity to appreciate its qualities, who lived and fought alongside him.
The publication of his writings, letters, poems-in "Mauri ... The offense did not forget you "- enabled us to better judge others.
is surprisingly wide and strong affinity found in the thought of this fellow in the last period of its existence. Have always hold the same things, we share the same readings : Stirner, Di Giovanni, Kaczynski.
We remember mentioning that we fully share a few thoughts: "You know I read about the Mayans and time ... the story of these 'crazy' that implemented the concept of zero, or from nothing and is something I thought was interesting since I believe that the concept of nothing, is very positive, as you can the thinking and understanding environment from your own individuality. "
on human beings:" For me the human race should be destroyed, including us actually, because I believe that man is the greatest enemy of nature. As destructive agent is the most harmful to the planet and therefore deserve our own destruction. "On the dichotomy
society / community:" I do not want a society based on fear, do not want a society, in fact I do not want a society because a society is a Guea imposed, the community is a Guea you want. "
But we tried to Mauri affinity is not limited to aesthetics nihilistic about his thoughts, no! We know we have before us which was a action partner, a always faced with the power to its limits. A true fighter
anarchist!
His reflections on the individual, about anything not led to the isolation of the context of the fight, rather they have pushed even more to fight against the system of State / Capital, especially against the prison system.
concrete solidarity became an ongoing commitment to "solidarity should never be an empty slogan, but a daily action of confrontation."
For these reasons, culminating nosotrxs greatly value the work done by anarchist comrades Mauri chilenxs to continue and continue to live in the direct action solidarity initiatives and writings.
There is a martyrdom, our iconoclasm not allow us, but it is a continuous encouragement to continue fighting tirelessly towards the ongoing insurgency.
May 2010, expires. Italy
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To our partner, Mauri .... ***************************************
An infinite mixture of feelings that accompany , irreducible composition burning passions, madness unleashed in the night final thoughts, sadness, intense satisfaction, with fire in his hands and the flame of freedom in the heart ....
Every time I write about you, I do like you write a letter, it is strange, I can not do it any other way, perhaps because there is some sound crazy about it and because I have a lot to share you ... ambxs different ways to begin a journey of no return ....
I do not want a cold analysis of the political situation, or the daily exploitation, no definitive theory on my words, or what is obvious to our eyes, except for algunxs who refuse to see, or were no longer Nor I refer to the consequences of repression the "option", or how we get your name will never be reduced to a "martyr" who fought for freedom .... is not that what comes from my essence ...
For now I have only feelings. Letters made and dissolved, and a few tears still stream down your absence on the keys battered by use, especially in these days, laughter that come from the memories of seeing this as a lighting and lit the night and destroyed many "windows" in different land, and hearts of accomplices scattered throughout the world, including mine, deep anger algunxs to see who preferred the comfort of daily misery and oblivion .... nothing is a date on the calendar .... and know ... Undoubtedly
close distance to see your game as before and now, I said at the time, one year I repeat firmly, in many respects and we are neither vegan mismxs, and that you gave your starting a vitality contradictory, but many conversations that were suspended on May 22. Your early departure, this long short walk, we proved once again, albeit more crudely, that the paths to transform us into verdaderxs guerrerxs, should lead to the permanent improvement of obstacles, learn to pause, as I say not to stop, or rest, but to continue.
ideas spread, are sharpened, your name and action ..... was contagious and that those who had transcended the possibility of us met with you in life ... in different places your name became group: Spain, Italy, Greece, Germany, Mexico, Argentina ....
Many words could emerge at this time, algunxs already said, just tell you that our choices were irrevocable, and I thank you for that .... There
different forms of struggle, if not several tools for promoting and carrying out, as I said one of those early texts sharpen your ideas, "the revolt in need of everything, papers, books, weapons and explosives, reflections and positions, poisons, daggers and arson, the question is how to combine ... "
Love to your comrades and the like from the other side of the mountains and the ocean ...
May 22, 2010 ....
Anonymous from across the ocean
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few words of Sergio Stefani prisoner in Italy
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"Only one thing I do not know why-the Men do not have the strength of desiring: freedom, such a blessing as sweet!
As soon as you lose, there are all possible evils, and without it, all other goods, corrupted by slavery, they lose all the flavor and taste. Men seem to take little account of freedom, in fact, if you wish, the result would almost seem to refuse to make this achievement valuable because it is too easy. "
Etienne de La Boétie
May 22 will be just a year after the death of mate Mauricio Morales, one year from when the accidental crash of your appliance has torn the hearts of those who, while not knowing, then what considered related himself in the determination to act.
The cult of the carcass is not mine and, as Mauri met through his writings, I believe it was also for him, it is difficult for me to find words that appear empty.
There are currently only one way to preclude the memory of Maurice begins to fire the smell of incense and holy water.
We prayed that prayer be noise and silent attacks any word that is not incitement to action. Mauri has died
That does not interest me, what counts for me is knowing that I was following your path toward liberation, and thinking that's only joy I taste and an even more accurate decision to continue to tour the mine.
There is no value in a life of slavery. The Mauri
burns quickly, but those flames to us the only path to freedom. Sergio Maria Stefani
A free companion
Prison San Michele (Alessandria - Italy)
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few words to one year of starting
Mauri ********** *********************************************
Queridxs Hermanxs:
know that these letters will be read from accomplices in the revolt is something I greatly facilitates the writing ...
Writing is not just an activity that pleases or satisfies me, maybe because I'm always under the impression of not having reflected on paper everything I rages in the minds and hearts ... everything can not be said with words ... and yet, words are a necessity to communicate and try to understand / analyze what we are talking about, what "things" we want, what exists and what we get, what we reject, what shuffle and what we want, etc.., etc ...
soon be approaching the anniversary date of the death in combat of Mauri ... in the air, many questions remain suspended pending answers ... responses that will inevitably raise more questions, and what, in short, this argument leads to the conclusion that life / existence / is an endless struggle to "get rid" to questions that everyone should ask and answer to whether mismx ...
But we can not allow the questionings of all things from a theoretical perspective (which is nothing more than an intellectual exercise) confuse us so that paralyze us to the various realities that shape, conditioning solution and noted that our alienated / disposed Stocks in this process of individual and collective emancipation ... can not (or should) allow our control project based only on "pulse" of an emotional nature (such as loss of valuable in unx comrades of struggle and ideas) that do little to enlighten us in the field of IDEAS ... and are precisely the ideas (shared) that prevail over time ...
By this I mean that our "commitment" as anarchists revolucionarixs goes beyond the theoretical understanding of the various situations that we "wrap", "Alien" and "absorb" a thousand different ways, or creation / recreation of icons / legends that we "encourage" to rebel, because the reality that we live in these times itself is hard enough for "perched" Numantina positions of all help strengthen the essential aspects: theory and praxis, methods and goals, organizational forms and strategies to combat local and international ... [All these issues are just one aspect that should be clarified in each affinity group].
Nor is it, obviously, that ideas (or organizations) are "above" or "ahead" of aquellxs we've lost along the way because we can not forget that ideas and organizations exist only because of all LA Anarchist Either way give them life ...
of respect for our comrades who have fallen lxs not "stylize" as "martyrs" vegan or degraded as "objects" ... Doing this means, in fact, that we understand our commitment to fighting as "missionary" which reaches its climax in the "sacrifice" and not the ethical duty that emanates from the responsibilities (and consciousness) that drive us both to reflect how to act ...
We do not need to reproduce patterns of alienation / domination to combat just that ...
When death suddenly surprised us are vegan vivxs who are wondering about the "sense" and "meaning" of these deaths ... muertxs vegan can not respond, only their lives and actions can give us clues about what led to our brothers and sisters to be like they were and dawn on "The masses" ...
matters little that has been (or not) met this or that company was asesinadx or fell in battle over history and in the wider world because what unites us ellxs is the love we feel and share by cuantxs have fought (and fight) for the dignity and freedom that we all LA is naturally (and not "law" is divine or human) beyond the "symbol" and "ideologies" ...
Just as our ideas survive the passage of time (the opposite happens to the "ideologies" and organizations that end up becoming parodies of themselves) and also live in our minds (and hearts) who preached to example (and facts) and were consistent until the end of their lives ... A and otrxs are our "arsenal theoretical" and our historical memory: ideas that allow us to reaffirm our commitment to revolutionary and role models in life and in action ...
is no coincidence that half the world insurrectxs hermanxs have "adopted" the name of Mauricio Morales for "baptize" their actions or groups, nuclei, cells and brigades ... It's an old "tradition" symbolic revolutionary (as are certain dates on the calendar) that serves to honor those who fell in action and remember (who believe that death ends a few ideas) that otrxs have "taken over "at the point where otrxs have fallen, that the struggle continues, as does life ... For the objective
selected by Mauri to depose his explosive device (an Academy of Jailers) is something worthy of praise ( not only for any anti-authoritarian but for anyone who knows the function and role to perform estxs "negrerxs" asalariadxs).
I sincerely believe that any jailer or "public official" is surprised by the contempt which arises between the poor multitude (and vegan are far more in any country) because after all live from the terror elements estxs and management / administration of the institutions which serve to segregate / kill (yes: everything very "civilized" and "democratic) to oppose the dictates cuantxs thinking and project-domain system ...
Leave aside my anarchist-inspired ideas ... when I speak and justify (in my view moral) violence against any institution that lives of suffering and exploitation of human beings is because for more than 25 years I lived in jails of all kinds (children, old people, maximum security, "normal", etc. ) and have known the reality of close, not from a distance and the "leak" information that fuels the imagination typical topic of "citizen" that draws on state-government propaganda and where presxs are vegan and caracturizadxs cosificadxs which "monsters" such they deserve the full force of state violence. When I talk about state violence I do not mean "only" that which makes the law, as indeed this Penal Code (as the Civil and Military) is critical to the dominant castes of financial capitalism (national and international) for the absolute control annihilation of social and political dissent ...
The permanent classification as "crimes" of behaviors and attitudes otherwise "toleradxs" or "ignoradxs" and I mean not only material things in nature or relating to what is private or state property, but also as it affects private sphere (Personal and intellectual, political and cultural, etc..) Of each individual, makes absolutely no one is "safe" if atrapadx in this "red pelagic."
When the individual (for reasons or absurd they may be) falls into the hands of estxs "funcionarixs públicxs" (police, judges, jailers, etc..) Includes for the first time in his life that really mean thing to lose freedom and alleged legal status of "ciudadanx and void" ... But what it really means to "ciudadanx and void"? In truth this is nothing more than a hollow word. A ciudadanx is a "nobody", a number (other ID, the Social Security and bank account ...) to fill in statistics.
The individual prisoner is not just a "criminal" and criminal is anyone who falls into this dense network ...
Inmate runs from the moment it closes behind her back to the main gate of the prison that what he believed to be and to have believed everything (including what they call "Rights") is nothing ...
The "commodification" of the individual is only possible through its lifelong plasticity. " The "ritual" of nudity and humiliation of having to show your naked body in uniform as you ordered is "the lesser of two evils" ...
A closed institution (jail, detention center, youth, immigrants, elderly, sick, etc..) can only be "governed" by a draconian system of absolute terror and total control ...
no exaggeration to say that the jailer in prison has absolute power on / the presx in all aspects of their existence. To say that the prisoner has "rights" is nothing more than pure rhetoric ... (...)
is true that the prisons in the last 25 years has been "evolving" and refined, both at the structural / technological and in their ways to implement / understand your administration / management at all levels.
be witnesses (certainly unintentional and much to my regret) direct and "client" for more than two decades entitles me to understand and justify the violence not only as "tactical" but as essential.
What I write may sound (especially for those unfamiliar with the terrorist underworld) "radical" and will certainly be "established" in their Criminal Code as "advocating violence" but the reality is much worse and of course, at this point I care little or no laws and codes ...
The prisoner can only preserve their dignity and sanity to the extent that it provides all means to radicalize (or try) to his companions and radically alter the "normal regimental." Taking into consideration that the monopoly of violence is in the hands of these institutions and their thugs is illogical to think you can or should be ruled out violence as a means of self defense. [And this I consider it appropriate to "the street".] (...)
When we consider that micro prisons are a reflection of the system and its society can be understood because for decades (and Pyotr Kropotkin wrote an essay on prisons at the end of 1800) the eyes of revolucionarixs vegan (and I speak not only anarchists) and sociologists (as is Foucault) have landed and detained in prison to discuss their role and function from all perspectives ...
We also have hundreds of autobiographical books that allow to cuantxs interested in knowing more detail how life goes Entremuros (the list is endless) ...
Some of the bloodiest riots in the prisons of the world have, of course (not coincidentally) in the USA: Alcatraz, San Quentin, Attica ... Nor was it coincidence that vegan "Black Panther" tomasen awareness of the strategic and political importance they had (and have) prisons and anti-prison struggle ... (...)
Many things have occurred since the fall in combat of Mauri that fateful day of May 22, 2009.
chronologies of direct actions in each context to present insurrectionary and their respective statements underscore the vital importance of communications as the actions themselves. The best theory is that which comes from practice.
from the documents and infos leidxs recibidxs and shows the importance of taking the resposanbilidad of our actions ... even though the results have been catastrophic. No less important is the dissemination and translation of the texts of those, like nosotrxs mismxs, commune with the insurrectionary praxis ...
I believe the HH last December has served to show how when we "hand-on" are harvested resultadxs visible and concrete that go beyond "mental page" ... Also I believe that attitudes and actions speak for themselves without major "intellectual effort" ...
Our attitude should be at all times and place a clear call to action. Perhaps the most honest approach can keep the "political kidnapping" [And they say "political hostage" should not forget those not "politicians" are animadxs by the same desire for rebellion] when prison conditions put them at a " encruzijada "be silent rather than try to justify the contradictions that are overwhelmed with dark vegan and rhetorical speeches do not convince anyone ... (...)
reflections (or part of mismas) que yo hago desde "mi" celda (en la cual permanezco 23 horas al día encerrado) en relación a las luchas que se suceden en el mundo me suscitan siempre más y más preguntas que poco ayudan a esclarecer el rumbo a seguir... La constatación de este hecho (y muchas otras razones) hace que me repliegue en mi mismo y escriba menos en los últimos tiempos. No me gusta "escribir por escribir" y soy consciente de mis limitaciones a la hora de pronunciarme sobre las cosas todas...
Una de las cosas que no acabo de asimilar es ¿cómo es posible que la expropiación sea de facto una práctica marginal (con excepciones que pueden contarse con los dedos de una mano) que muy pocxs compas realizan? Sobre todo cuando believe that the movement that can allow us to know other realities and the like, and to help comrades in distress and / or acquisition of documents, weapons, printers, etc., etc. are the order of the day and are almost impossible to acquire without large sums of money ...
Like it or dislike living in a System / capitalist society and money greatly facilitates our task ... This is true.
(...) I know that unity is strength, but ... when I think about this, I realize that this "marriage" can only be built starting from the base of individuals and affinity is defined on the real needs and interests / objectives of these individuals and groups.
I firmly believe in the federal principle and commitment that is declared public at the "association agreements" (at national and international) and by many well-known ... I believe in the organization without giving up my individual freedom. Perhaps, as always, is to balance the fundamental and most difficult of the whole thing ...
(...) I would like these words are used to motivate the all the comrades to give "the media", "forms" and vegan accessories we need to effectively combat the system of domination ...
At present all our comrades today I embrace you with love and anger from this cold place ... Mauricio Morales
! Presente! Present
cuantxs have fallen in the struggle "Gabriel
Aachen, May 4, 2010
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