#untilallarefree — Public Fediverse posts
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#FreeMaja - Rede zum 8. März
"Der 8. März ist kein symbolischer Feiertag. Er ist ein Kampftag. Ein Tag, der daran erinnert, dass feministische Kämpfe immer auch Kämpfe gegen Ausbeutung, gegen staatliche Gewalt und gegen Faschismus sind.
Wenn wir heute über #Queerfeminismus und #Faschismus sprechen, dann müssen wir auch über #Repression sprechen. Über Gerichtsprozesse. Über Gerichtsurteile. Über Gefängnisse. Über Staaten, die versuchen, Widerstand zu kriminalisieren. Und genau deshalb sprechen wir heute über #Maja.
Maja ist eine nicht-binäre antifaschistische Person aus Deutschland, die im Zusammenhang mit den Protesten gegen den sogenannten „Tag der Ehre“ in Budapest am 4. Februar verurteilt zu 8 Jahren Haft verurteilt wurde. Der „Tag der Ehre“ ist kein gewöhnliches Treffen, sondern ein zentraler internationaler Aufmarsch der extremen Rechten, bei dem Neonazis aus ganz Europa zusammenkommen, um die Waffen-SS zu glorifizieren.
Dass Menschen sich solchen Strukturen entgegenstellen, sollte keine Überraschung sein: Antifaschistischer Widerstand entsteht dort, wo Faschisten versuchen, Räume zu besetzen und ihre Gewalt zu normalisieren...."
https://www.basc.news/rede-zum-8-maerz-free-maja/
Acht Jahre sind Acht zu viel!
Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
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#FreeMaja - Rede zum 8. März
"Der 8. März ist kein symbolischer Feiertag. Er ist ein Kampftag. Ein Tag, der daran erinnert, dass feministische Kämpfe immer auch Kämpfe gegen Ausbeutung, gegen staatliche Gewalt und gegen Faschismus sind.
Wenn wir heute über #Queerfeminismus und #Faschismus sprechen, dann müssen wir auch über #Repression sprechen. Über Gerichtsprozesse. Über Gerichtsurteile. Über Gefängnisse. Über Staaten, die versuchen, Widerstand zu kriminalisieren. Und genau deshalb sprechen wir heute über #Maja.
Maja ist eine nicht-binäre antifaschistische Person aus Deutschland, die im Zusammenhang mit den Protesten gegen den sogenannten „Tag der Ehre“ in Budapest am 4. Februar verurteilt zu 8 Jahren Haft verurteilt wurde. Der „Tag der Ehre“ ist kein gewöhnliches Treffen, sondern ein zentraler internationaler Aufmarsch der extremen Rechten, bei dem Neonazis aus ganz Europa zusammenkommen, um die Waffen-SS zu glorifizieren.
Dass Menschen sich solchen Strukturen entgegenstellen, sollte keine Überraschung sein: Antifaschistischer Widerstand entsteht dort, wo Faschisten versuchen, Räume zu besetzen und ihre Gewalt zu normalisieren...."
https://www.basc.news/rede-zum-8-maerz-free-maja/
Acht Jahre sind Acht zu viel!
Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
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#FreeMaja - Rede zum 8. März
"Der 8. März ist kein symbolischer Feiertag. Er ist ein Kampftag. Ein Tag, der daran erinnert, dass feministische Kämpfe immer auch Kämpfe gegen Ausbeutung, gegen staatliche Gewalt und gegen Faschismus sind.
Wenn wir heute über #Queerfeminismus und #Faschismus sprechen, dann müssen wir auch über #Repression sprechen. Über Gerichtsprozesse. Über Gerichtsurteile. Über Gefängnisse. Über Staaten, die versuchen, Widerstand zu kriminalisieren. Und genau deshalb sprechen wir heute über #Maja.
Maja ist eine nicht-binäre antifaschistische Person aus Deutschland, die im Zusammenhang mit den Protesten gegen den sogenannten „Tag der Ehre“ in Budapest am 4. Februar verurteilt zu 8 Jahren Haft verurteilt wurde. Der „Tag der Ehre“ ist kein gewöhnliches Treffen, sondern ein zentraler internationaler Aufmarsch der extremen Rechten, bei dem Neonazis aus ganz Europa zusammenkommen, um die Waffen-SS zu glorifizieren.
Dass Menschen sich solchen Strukturen entgegenstellen, sollte keine Überraschung sein: Antifaschistischer Widerstand entsteht dort, wo Faschisten versuchen, Räume zu besetzen und ihre Gewalt zu normalisieren...."
https://www.basc.news/rede-zum-8-maerz-free-maja/
Acht Jahre sind Acht zu viel!
Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
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#FreeMaja - Rede zum 8. März
"Der 8. März ist kein symbolischer Feiertag. Er ist ein Kampftag. Ein Tag, der daran erinnert, dass feministische Kämpfe immer auch Kämpfe gegen Ausbeutung, gegen staatliche Gewalt und gegen Faschismus sind.
Wenn wir heute über #Queerfeminismus und #Faschismus sprechen, dann müssen wir auch über #Repression sprechen. Über Gerichtsprozesse. Über Gerichtsurteile. Über Gefängnisse. Über Staaten, die versuchen, Widerstand zu kriminalisieren. Und genau deshalb sprechen wir heute über #Maja.
Maja ist eine nicht-binäre antifaschistische Person aus Deutschland, die im Zusammenhang mit den Protesten gegen den sogenannten „Tag der Ehre“ in Budapest am 4. Februar verurteilt zu 8 Jahren Haft verurteilt wurde. Der „Tag der Ehre“ ist kein gewöhnliches Treffen, sondern ein zentraler internationaler Aufmarsch der extremen Rechten, bei dem Neonazis aus ganz Europa zusammenkommen, um die Waffen-SS zu glorifizieren.
Dass Menschen sich solchen Strukturen entgegenstellen, sollte keine Überraschung sein: Antifaschistischer Widerstand entsteht dort, wo Faschisten versuchen, Räume zu besetzen und ihre Gewalt zu normalisieren...."
https://www.basc.news/rede-zum-8-maerz-free-maja/
Acht Jahre sind Acht zu viel!
Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
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#FreeMaja - Rede zum 8. März
"Der 8. März ist kein symbolischer Feiertag. Er ist ein Kampftag. Ein Tag, der daran erinnert, dass feministische Kämpfe immer auch Kämpfe gegen Ausbeutung, gegen staatliche Gewalt und gegen Faschismus sind.
Wenn wir heute über #Queerfeminismus und #Faschismus sprechen, dann müssen wir auch über #Repression sprechen. Über Gerichtsprozesse. Über Gerichtsurteile. Über Gefängnisse. Über Staaten, die versuchen, Widerstand zu kriminalisieren. Und genau deshalb sprechen wir heute über #Maja.
Maja ist eine nicht-binäre antifaschistische Person aus Deutschland, die im Zusammenhang mit den Protesten gegen den sogenannten „Tag der Ehre“ in Budapest am 4. Februar verurteilt zu 8 Jahren Haft verurteilt wurde. Der „Tag der Ehre“ ist kein gewöhnliches Treffen, sondern ein zentraler internationaler Aufmarsch der extremen Rechten, bei dem Neonazis aus ganz Europa zusammenkommen, um die Waffen-SS zu glorifizieren.
Dass Menschen sich solchen Strukturen entgegenstellen, sollte keine Überraschung sein: Antifaschistischer Widerstand entsteht dort, wo Faschisten versuchen, Räume zu besetzen und ihre Gewalt zu normalisieren...."
https://www.basc.news/rede-zum-8-maerz-free-maja/
Acht Jahre sind Acht zu viel!
Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
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Support the #Prairieland Defendants #UntilAllAreFree
‚The Prairieland 19 trial collapsed on day one in federal court, spotlighting how politically charged protest cases are handled. The case previews aggressive prosecution tactics, the implications it has beyond the courtroom, and what to watch as it moves forward.‘
#Prairieland 19 Case Update from @alissaazar
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Acht Jahre sind acht zu viel! #FreeMaja
Ungarn: Antifaschismus wird kriminalisiert – Majas Rede zum Prozessende:
https://kontrapolis.info/17447/Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
#Antifa #Antifaschismus #BudapestKomplex #FreeAllAntifas #FreeZaid #FreeHanna #Ungarn #TagDerEhre
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Acht Jahre sind acht zu viel! #FreeMaja
Ungarn: Antifaschismus wird kriminalisiert – Majas Rede zum Prozessende:
https://kontrapolis.info/17447/Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
#Antifa #Antifaschismus #BudapestKomplex #FreeAllAntifas #FreeZaid #FreeHanna #Ungarn #TagDerEhre
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Acht Jahre sind acht zu viel! #FreeMaja
Ungarn: Antifaschismus wird kriminalisiert – Majas Rede zum Prozessende:
https://kontrapolis.info/17447/Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
#Antifa #Antifaschismus #BudapestKomplex #FreeAllAntifas #FreeZaid #FreeHanna #Ungarn #TagDerEhre
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Acht Jahre sind acht zu viel! #FreeMaja
Ungarn: Antifaschismus wird kriminalisiert – Majas Rede zum Prozessende:
https://kontrapolis.info/17447/Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
#Antifa #Antifaschismus #BudapestKomplex #FreeAllAntifas #FreeZaid #FreeHanna #Ungarn #TagDerEhre
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Acht Jahre sind acht zu viel! #FreeMaja
Ungarn: Antifaschismus wird kriminalisiert – Majas Rede zum Prozessende:
https://kontrapolis.info/17447/Wir denken an dich Maja! Halte durch! #UntilAllAreFree
#Antifa #Antifaschismus #BudapestKomplex #FreeAllAntifas #FreeZaid #FreeHanna #Ungarn #TagDerEhre
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In another cycle of #forest defenders against capitalists, elders sing a #song to enhance the courage of those coming up this crazy world.
This footage was taken before the sound of chainsaws that has now arrived to clear way for big machines, & the annoyance of court orders threatening to prosecute trespassers. But the forest belongs to all that need it, and so the occupants stay & #resist
https://youtu.be/-e8uiJtl1Ko?feature=shared
#wald #protest #mushroom #activism #music #legal #Germany #UntilAllAreFree
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June 11 is the International Day of Solidarity with all Long-Term Anarchist Prisoners
Please take the time to read and share the 2025 call below and take time to express solidarity with your incarcerated comrades however you are able....
https://june11.noblogs.org/files/2025/05/25-call-_-screen-1.pdf via @june11
Express your solidarity with long term anarchist political prisoners. Make that solidarity active.
Write some letters!
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Borderless admiration to folks in LA who are refusing to cooperate, and instead leading with acts—small and large—of solidarity, neighborliness, and love.
That’s a win. A win that the christofascism forces can never understand or take away.
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People suspect the court’s recent decision to imprison me again for a further 3 months & 19 days, is do with the way that I won’t shut up, beyond books & poems I will keep expressing my truth about the injustice of #deforestation in #Germany, the need to get to #postcapitalism to transcend the bordered exclusion and thus sparking the flame for #DirectAction against the #biodiversity & #ClimateCrisis in others. Join us, it’s terrifying and fun.
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Shout it from the rooftops, or at least paint it: “freedom to Palestine & destroy all prisons.”
#ArtOfResistance, or better yet, #ArtOfLiberation, as seen on a #FuckFascism stroll before sunset & Shabbat in Exarchia, Feb 7, because if nothing else, we should dream aloud, so others hear & join us.
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Shout it from the rooftops, or at least paint it: “freedom to Palestine & destroy all prisons.”
#ArtOfResistance, or better yet, #ArtOfLiberation, as seen on a #FuckFascism stroll before sunset & Shabbat in Exarchia, Feb 7, because if nothing else, we should dream aloud, so others hear & join us.
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Shout it from the rooftops, or at least paint it: “freedom to Palestine & destroy all prisons.”
#ArtOfResistance, or better yet, #ArtOfLiberation, as seen on a #FuckFascism stroll before sunset & Shabbat in Exarchia, Feb 7, because if nothing else, we should dream aloud, so others hear & join us.
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Shout it from the rooftops, or at least paint it: “freedom to Palestine & destroy all prisons.”
#ArtOfResistance, or better yet, #ArtOfLiberation, as seen on a #FuckFascism stroll before sunset & Shabbat in Exarchia, Feb 7, because if nothing else, we should dream aloud, so others hear & join us.
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Shout it from the rooftops, or at least paint it: “freedom to Palestine & destroy all prisons.”
#ArtOfResistance, or better yet, #ArtOfLiberation, as seen on a #FuckFascism stroll before sunset & Shabbat in Exarchia, Feb 7, because if nothing else, we should dream aloud, so others hear & join us.
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Ella, a name that dropped when a lawyer asked what should people call my unidentified imprisoned self after an incident with the cops at a #forest demo. Ella decided they would continue to expose all this ecocidal bullshit & compost the so called justice system in the meantime. Utopia would be a lot nicer they thought. It might take some generations, and be a scary adventure, but what else are we doing?
#introduction #wildlifephotography #Love #Nature #Comrades #Justice #UntilAllAreFree
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Books as solidarity: a fundraiser for @gazamutualaid
Examples of solidarity weave their way through all of the (increasingly relevant) book projects of mine pictured here, so it’s apropos that these titles, in your hands, will become a form of much-needed solidarity beyond borders with Palestinians in Gaza, thx to on-the-ground mutual aid.
While supplies last, grab a copy of one or more of the following books at the sliding scales below, and I’ll send 100% of the money raised (minus shipping in US only) to Gaza Mutual Aid.
“Deciding for Ourselves: The Promise of Direct Democracy” — $8 to $19 (or more)
“Anarchism and Its Aspirations” — $6 to $12 (or more)
“There Is Nothing So Whole as a Broken Heart: Mending the World as Jewish Anarchists” — $11 to $23 (or more)“Rebellious Mourning: The Collective Work of Grief” — $10 to $20 (or more)
“Try Anarchism for Life: The Beauty of Our Circle” — $10 to $20 (or more)
You can find full descriptions of the first four books on publisher @akpressdistro’s website and a full description of the last one on publisher @tangled_wilderness’ website.
That said, the edited anthologies “Deciding for Ourselves,” “Nothing So Whole,” and “Rebellious Mourning” are all overflowing with stories and art about real-life examples of messy beautiful practices of remembrance, resistance, and especially, prefiguring otherworldly ways of self-determining and self-governing our lives. They all contain magical, emotional, and inspirational words (as weapons against the social order and salve for our despairing hearts), and I trust that the same is true of the two books I wrote, “Aspirations” and “Try Anarchism for Life,” which also includes an array of gorgeous drawings of circle As embodying the beauty of what anarchism is, does, and envisions.
All five books are direct counters to this fascist present, particularly in how they illuminate actually existing alternatives, and thus possibilities in the here and now.
To donate to this fundraiser and dive into reading (or gifting) one or more of these books, email me at cbmilstein [at] yahoo to work out the simple details.
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Ever since October 7, 2023, holidays have taken on a whole different meaning and significance. I see them through the eyeglasses of the genocide in Gaza as well as fascism there and here. It’s like going for an eye exam where they keep changing lenses on you, and then the lines of letters they ask you to read wobble, blur, become illegible, and at some point refocus into a whole different clarity.
No holiday or ritual has escaped this recalibration, this re-seeing and rereading of them, against the backdrop of these times. In a way, that’s not so unusual for Jewish celebrations, with so many of our (many) holidays revolving around revisiting stories and symbols, ethics and themes, weighty questions and practices in whatever context and geography we find ourselves that year. But this nearly 13 months has felt different—not the familiar, pleasurable wrestling with ideas that in turn binds us closer, but a wrestling that’s tearing apart communities, friendships, kinships, and hearts. That’s tearing apart—for those of us who see so clearly right from wrong—much of the joy that accompanies our holidays, making even, say, Hanukkah, the festival of miraculous light, feel so dark. That darkness has lead progressive Jews against Zionism as well as anarchist Jews against all forms of hierarchy including Zionism and statism to instead reshape our holidays into “festivals of resistance,” often as public acts, and often heavy with sorrow and rage.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise that Halloween, one of the most playful holidays usually, felt in such poor taste. What could be scarier than the upcoming fascism vs. fascism election? Ghoulish flood disasters? The horror of genocide?
As I walked around my neighborhood tonight, though, I saw something else: social fabric and mutual aid. Folks sat leisurely outside on porches and stoops, bowls of treats at their feet, schmoozing among themselves. They engaged everyone who passed by in conversation, and then offered candy to young and old, costumed and not in costume, as if hospitality not holiday for strangers and friends alike. There were jokes and smiles. No one was in a rush.
#UntilAllAreFree, we need some sweetness.
(photo: pumpkin placed on a temporary DIY altar during a public “Never Again Means Never Again for Any People” Kaddish held outside in Asheville, NC, in October 2023 by a riverside trail+park that’s now likely washed away by Hurricane Helene)
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In what felt the “perfect” metaphor for the sorrow of today, October 7, 2024, the many thousands of names of the dead this past year—those “killed in Gaza,” as this enormous wheatpaste spelled out just two days ago—were buffed out. Literally whitewashed. Only bits and pieces barely recognizable were left.
The sacred desecrated. Again. First in life, then in death, and now in remembrance. The necropolitics of genocide, in which even naming, much less grieving, the dead is a threat.
I marched past this wheatpaste on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang with thousands of others this afternoon. A river of humans creating a sea of keffiyehs. A soundscape of solidarity. A demonstration of what it means to walk side by side for 365 days, even if it seems we’re getting nowhere.
So many of those days—all of them, really—have seen a battle between those who can name the simple truth and those who want to paper it over. Those who can see right from wrong, and those who want to pile more wrongs on top of other wrongs, obscuring any sense of an ethical compass.
I stared at the now painted-over wall—thousands of martyrs honored just two days ago now disappeared, and with a precision of brushstroke and straight lines that chilled my soul.
It, too, is part of this battlefield. Even if it’s just a wall. A wall of barely readable names pasted onto plywood boards covering up the renovation of yet another fancy store on a business-as-usual shopping area in downtown Montreal.
Yet the persistent, resistant ghosts of the dead—those who should not have been killed in Gaza—nonetheless peeked through the whitewash. A remembrance of sorts to us, the still living, that we walk side by side with them, our chosen ancestors in the long, hard road to liberation.
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Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_+ + +
The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
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Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_+ + +
The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
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Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_+ + +
The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
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Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_+ + +
The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
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Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_+ + +
The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
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Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_+ + +
The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
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Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
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Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_+ + +
The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
#UntilAllAreFree -
Mourning the martyrs, fighting for and with the living.
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Killed in Gaza / tuées a Gaza
“This dataset provides daily values for those killed in the Gaza Strip since October 7th, 2023. There are currently 362 days of reports from 2023-10-07 to 2024-10-02.”
Source: data.techforpalestine.org
+ + +
Collaboration
@collages_feministes_montreal_
@collages_feminicides_montreal_+ + +
The unquiet dead. Fresh, lengthy wheatpaste on the busy shopping area of Rue Ste-Catherine O in Montreal, on the stolen lands of Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, as seen on October 5, 2024.
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#RebelliousMourning
#ArtOfResistance
#ArtOfRemembrance
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John McDowell, NJ Presbyterian minster, offers the simple claim that it’s a good thing that God befriends the weak and oppressed.
How does that make you feel? Do we instinctively jump to the idea that the weak & oppressed get too much attention, that their claims are always inaccurate & overstated? What if there were people who felt this was a good thing? Do we need to convert them?
How can you befriend the weak and oppressed?
#christian #spiritualmeme #untilallarefree #abolition #seekhisword
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Encouraging solidarity.
Rad political stickers (and sadly, often zines too) have somehow become a luxury item, or should I say, high-priced commodity. The kind of thing bought to put on one’s water bottle or computer as personal decoration, because at, for instance, $5 a pop, who can afford to purchase 50 or 100, and with wild abandon, put them up on public lampposts, outdoor utility boxes, or street signs, especially knowing they are ephemeral and might be taken down soon by some untoward passerby?
This isn’t to diss on anyone here whose water bottle or computer is adorned with rebellious stickers. Capitalism steals all of our fun—such as by ratcheting up paper and print costs, or cutting off various creative workarounds to liberate paper and printing—making it hard to aid and abet widespread communal, urban redecoration.
Yet I can’t help but think that too many anarchic folks have lost sight of why we make and need stickers (and zines), and have allowed capitalism to steal our imagination as well, and at the “expense” of reducing the “culture of resistance” that’s so crucial—as one tool in our kit—to encouraging people to believe that there is resistance, and that they can also be a part of it and indeed should. Rad stickers, when greeting people nearly everywhere they go, are constant friendly “post-it” notes of what needs to be done and what could be aspired to, and that they aren’t alone in their rage and dreams.
We must not let commodity “culture” eclipse our do-it-ourselves spirit—or even make us forget that if all else fails, we can make stickers on the cheap and sell them at cost. Or better yet, scheme ways to cover (or avoid) the cost and turn them into gifts.
So it was with great delight yesterday that—at the charming Montreal Anarchist Tech Convergence—I ran across an unstaffed table with not merely some free individual stickers but also a bunch of free rolls of stickers. It wasn’t just that they were free, though. It was the clear wink-and-nudge bundled with them. The rolls encouraged solidarity: go forth and blanket the city with these stickers, and assert a wholly different, beautiful kind of “free”—freedom!
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This seems the perfect time to have my edited anthology “Deciding for Ourselves: The Promise of Direct Democracy” do double duty: as an inspiring counternarrative to the idea that the US presidential elections (aka fascism v fascism this year) and states in general are the only option, and as love and solidarity for two friends facing serious federal charges (aka state repression).
If you haven’t yet been following along (which I’d encourage you to do!), this case, as the @free.peppy.and.krystal Instagram page explains, “arose out of an April 18, 2023 demonstration against a University of Pittsburgh–sanctioned event promoting hatred toward transgender people and communities, featuring notorious transphobes Brad Polumbo and Michael Knowles on the question ‘Should transgenderism be regulated by law?’ The government alleges that in the protests outside the event, a ‘civil disorder’ occurred, when one commercially available firework and two homemade ‘smoke bombs’ were discharged. This ‘civil disorder’ forms the context in which Krystal and Peppy are charged.”
Peppy has been locked up pretrial for over a year now, while Krystal is out on pretrial conditions. Legal costs for both of them are enormous. Hence this fundraiser, both as material and emotional support. (Peppy and Krystal also both greatly appreciate letters! See their IG page or website.)
This edited anthology is filled with real-life stories of actually existing, relatively long-lived direct democracies across varied geographies—with no two alike. The contributions to this book show us that not only is self-governance possible; it is already happening. And within these beautiful yet messy experiments, people experience a “sense of freedom in the air”—of their own making, doing, and sustaining—as whole communities dispense with carceral logics, statist machinations, and virulent forms of “othering,” among other things, to make lives worth living for themselves.
Donate $15 to $25 (or more) to help Peppy and Krystal fight these charges, and I’ll gift you a copy of #DecidingForOurselves (with publisher @akpressdistro kindly paying for shipping within the US). Offer good while supplies last!
Email me at cbmilstein (at) yahoo to contribute! <3
#UntilAllAreFree
#BecomeSelfGovernablefreepeppyandkrystal.blackblogs.org
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This seems the perfect time to have my edited anthology “Deciding for Ourselves: The Promise of Direct Democracy” do double duty: as an inspiring counternarrative to the idea that the US presidential elections (aka fascism v fascism this year) and states in general are the only option, and as love and solidarity for two friends facing serious federal charges (aka state repression).
If you haven’t yet been following along (which I’d encourage you to do!), this case, as the @free.peppy.and.krystal Instagram page explains, “arose out of an April 18, 2023 demonstration against a University of Pittsburgh–sanctioned event promoting hatred toward transgender people and communities, featuring notorious transphobes Brad Polumbo and Michael Knowles on the question ‘Should transgenderism be regulated by law?’ The government alleges that in the protests outside the event, a ‘civil disorder’ occurred, when one commercially available firework and two homemade ‘smoke bombs’ were discharged. This ‘civil disorder’ forms the context in which Krystal and Peppy are charged.”
Peppy has been locked up pretrial for over a year now, while Krystal is out on pretrial conditions. Legal costs for both of them are enormous. Hence this fundraiser, both as material and emotional support. (Peppy and Krystal also both greatly appreciate letters! See their IG page or website.)
This edited anthology is filled with real-life stories of actually existing, relatively long-lived direct democracies across varied geographies—with no two alike. The contributions to this book show us that not only is self-governance possible; it is already happening. And within these beautiful yet messy experiments, people experience a “sense of freedom in the air”—of their own making, doing, and sustaining—as whole communities dispense with carceral logics, statist machinations, and virulent forms of “othering,” among other things, to make lives worth living for themselves.
Donate $15 to $25 (or more) to help Peppy and Krystal fight these charges, and I’ll gift you a copy of #DecidingForOurselves (with publisher @akpressdistro kindly paying for shipping within the US). Offer good while supplies last!
Email me at cbmilstein (at) yahoo to contribute! <3
#UntilAllAreFree
#BecomeSelfGovernablefreepeppyandkrystal.blackblogs.org
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This seems the perfect time to have my edited anthology “Deciding for Ourselves: The Promise of Direct Democracy” do double duty: as an inspiring counternarrative to the idea that the US presidential elections (aka fascism v fascism this year) and states in general are the only option, and as love and solidarity for two friends facing serious federal charges (aka state repression).
If you haven’t yet been following along (which I’d encourage you to do!), this case, as the @free.peppy.and.krystal Instagram page explains, “arose out of an April 18, 2023 demonstration against a University of Pittsburgh–sanctioned event promoting hatred toward transgender people and communities, featuring notorious transphobes Brad Polumbo and Michael Knowles on the question ‘Should transgenderism be regulated by law?’ The government alleges that in the protests outside the event, a ‘civil disorder’ occurred, when one commercially available firework and two homemade ‘smoke bombs’ were discharged. This ‘civil disorder’ forms the context in which Krystal and Peppy are charged.”
Peppy has been locked up pretrial for over a year now, while Krystal is out on pretrial conditions. Legal costs for both of them are enormous. Hence this fundraiser, both as material and emotional support. (Peppy and Krystal also both greatly appreciate letters! See their IG page or website.)
This edited anthology is filled with real-life stories of actually existing, relatively long-lived direct democracies across varied geographies—with no two alike. The contributions to this book show us that not only is self-governance possible; it is already happening. And within these beautiful yet messy experiments, people experience a “sense of freedom in the air”—of their own making, doing, and sustaining—as whole communities dispense with carceral logics, statist machinations, and virulent forms of “othering,” among other things, to make lives worth living for themselves.
Donate $15 to $25 (or more) to help Peppy and Krystal fight these charges, and I’ll gift you a copy of #DecidingForOurselves (with publisher @akpressdistro kindly paying for shipping within the US). Offer good while supplies last!
Email me at cbmilstein (at) yahoo to contribute! <3
#UntilAllAreFree
#BecomeSelfGovernablefreepeppyandkrystal.blackblogs.org
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This seems the perfect time to have my edited anthology “Deciding for Ourselves: The Promise of Direct Democracy” do double duty: as an inspiring counternarrative to the idea that the US presidential elections (aka fascism v fascism this year) and states in general are the only option, and as love and solidarity for two friends facing serious federal charges (aka state repression).
If you haven’t yet been following along (which I’d encourage you to do!), this case, as the @free.peppy.and.krystal Instagram page explains, “arose out of an April 18, 2023 demonstration against a University of Pittsburgh–sanctioned event promoting hatred toward transgender people and communities, featuring notorious transphobes Brad Polumbo and Michael Knowles on the question ‘Should transgenderism be regulated by law?’ The government alleges that in the protests outside the event, a ‘civil disorder’ occurred, when one commercially available firework and two homemade ‘smoke bombs’ were discharged. This ‘civil disorder’ forms the context in which Krystal and Peppy are charged.”
Peppy has been locked up pretrial for over a year now, while Krystal is out on pretrial conditions. Legal costs for both of them are enormous. Hence this fundraiser, both as material and emotional support. (Peppy and Krystal also both greatly appreciate letters! See their IG page or website.)
This edited anthology is filled with real-life stories of actually existing, relatively long-lived direct democracies across varied geographies—with no two alike. The contributions to this book show us that not only is self-governance possible; it is already happening. And within these beautiful yet messy experiments, people experience a “sense of freedom in the air”—of their own making, doing, and sustaining—as whole communities dispense with carceral logics, statist machinations, and virulent forms of “othering,” among other things, to make lives worth living for themselves.
Donate $15 to $25 (or more) to help Peppy and Krystal fight these charges, and I’ll gift you a copy of #DecidingForOurselves (with publisher @akpressdistro kindly paying for shipping within the US). Offer good while supplies last!
Email me at cbmilstein (at) yahoo to contribute! <3
#UntilAllAreFree
#BecomeSelfGovernablefreepeppyandkrystal.blackblogs.org
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This seems the perfect time to have my edited anthology “Deciding for Ourselves: The Promise of Direct Democracy” do double duty: as an inspiring counternarrative to the idea that the US presidential elections (aka fascism v fascism this year) and states in general are the only option, and as love and solidarity for two friends facing serious federal charges (aka state repression).
If you haven’t yet been following along (which I’d encourage you to do!), this case, as the @free.peppy.and.krystal Instagram page explains, “arose out of an April 18, 2023 demonstration against a University of Pittsburgh–sanctioned event promoting hatred toward transgender people and communities, featuring notorious transphobes Brad Polumbo and Michael Knowles on the question ‘Should transgenderism be regulated by law?’ The government alleges that in the protests outside the event, a ‘civil disorder’ occurred, when one commercially available firework and two homemade ‘smoke bombs’ were discharged. This ‘civil disorder’ forms the context in which Krystal and Peppy are charged.”
Peppy has been locked up pretrial for over a year now, while Krystal is out on pretrial conditions. Legal costs for both of them are enormous. Hence this fundraiser, both as material and emotional support. (Peppy and Krystal also both greatly appreciate letters! See their IG page or website.)
This edited anthology is filled with real-life stories of actually existing, relatively long-lived direct democracies across varied geographies—with no two alike. The contributions to this book show us that not only is self-governance possible; it is already happening. And within these beautiful yet messy experiments, people experience a “sense of freedom in the air”—of their own making, doing, and sustaining—as whole communities dispense with carceral logics, statist machinations, and virulent forms of “othering,” among other things, to make lives worth living for themselves.
Donate $15 to $25 (or more) to help Peppy and Krystal fight these charges, and I’ll gift you a copy of #DecidingForOurselves (with publisher @akpressdistro kindly paying for shipping within the US). Offer good while supplies last!
Email me at cbmilstein (at) yahoo to contribute! <3
#UntilAllAreFree
#BecomeSelfGovernablefreepeppyandkrystal.blackblogs.org
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Borders are artificial, the stuff of nations and cops.
In a sacred world, we’d notice ecosystem shifts, like mountains, tree lines, bodies of water, different flora and fauna, or different birds and other critters. We’d ease gently into those moments when we traverse such “divides”—not markers of private property or regimes of social control, but of interrelationality that we respectfully, continually, and voluntarily cultivate. Meaning that we’d engage in myriad forms of reciprocal hospitality when humbly crossing into other bioregions and communities, human and nonhuman, understanding that we make home together, temporarily or for the long haul.
Instead, with profane power, a border guard determines worthiness, or not, to travel from one state to another.
And soon after that, I know I’m in a different place not by a change in this summer’s climate catastrophe weather—the humidity goes on, unabated, labeled with “heat warning”—or even much change in the types of flowers blooming right now. Instead, I know by the stickers spotted on my travel-tired #FuckThePolice walk this evening in Montreal/Tiohtià:ke/Mooniyang, which bear witness to a colonizer of another tongue, French—though a desire to abolish the police is a relatively universal language, thankfully, as equally witnessed tonight by the English-colonizer-language of #FTP.
#FreedomToMove
#FreedomToReturn
#FreedomToStay
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Reflecting on a beautiful #solstice around the fire and under the stars, blessed with the light of a full moon. Glad to have shared the “burn-in” ritual, where we took the stories that have burned us out, and released them into the fire, and making space for new energy to flow. Thanks to Tarrac for writing this piece whose chorus accompanied us, which potently sums up #abolition. Listen, and we’ll keep each other safe.
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It’s likely foolhardy to generalize about the life going on inside the encampments and occupations popping up—rhizomatic “liberated zones,” or what a couple decades ago or so would have been called “temporary autonomous zones.” For they won’t last. But like new spring buds unfolding into flowers, turning what seemed a barren landscape into a lush terrain, it’s their ephemerality that offers promise.
A muscle memory awakens.
One can almost feel those muscles coming back alive, achy at first, but growing stronger, and once exercised, hard to forget.
What’s peculiar about this season of self-generated and self-organized spaces, though—and here comes the potential overgeneralization—is that there’s little, to almost no, memory of similar moments before. Not the specificity per se of why people (re)take over squares and plazas, forests and farmlands, buildings and sacred stolen lands, time and time again, and engage in autonomous and collective self-determination and self-governance (as well as the self-discipline of community self-defense). But rather, that encampments and occupations are a fairly common part of our tool kits toward freedom.
The current and/or recently evicted (by cops) autonomous zones seem largely filled with folks who are fresh to being rebellious—and often relative newbies. They are learning by doing, which if one has many a muscle memory of past encampments, feels [fill in the blank].
Where have the threads gone that tie multigenerations of resistance together? How can we exercise more savvy, resilient, and effective reclaimings—aka, win more, both to stop genocides and fascism, but also truly carve out free lives worth living on our own terms—if we aren’t passing along rad history?
One young student occupier at one camp reading a zine called me over. “Did you bring these free zines?” they asked. “Yes,” I replied. “This one is blowing my mind! There’ve been other encampments in the past!”
Yet there they were—even without that knowledge, exercising beautiful resistance, drawing on ancestral muscle memories reawakened “simply” by inhabiting a liberatory life, however brief, made in solidarity and in common with others.
(Photo: handmade sign, #RespectExistenceOrExpectResistance, leaning on a tent at the now-already-a-memory encampment at UPitt, late April 2024)
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It’s likely foolhardy to generalize about the life going on inside the encampments and occupations popping up—rhizomatic “liberated zones,” or what a couple decades ago or so would have been called “temporary autonomous zones.” For they won’t last. But like new spring buds unfolding into flowers, turning what seemed a barren landscape into a lush terrain, it’s their ephemerality that offers promise.
A muscle memory awakens.
One can almost feel those muscles coming back alive, achy at first, but growing stronger, and once exercised, hard to forget.
What’s peculiar about this season of self-generated and self-organized spaces, though—and here comes the potential overgeneralization—is that there’s little, to almost no, memory of similar moments before. Not the specificity per se of why people (re)take over squares and plazas, forests and farmlands, buildings and sacred stolen lands, time and time again, and engage in autonomous and collective self-determination and self-governance (as well as the self-discipline of community self-defense). But rather, that encampments and occupations are a fairly common part of our tool kits toward freedom.
The current and/or recently evicted (by cops) autonomous zones seem largely filled with folks who are fresh to being rebellious—and often relative newbies. They are learning by doing, which if one has many a muscle memory of past encampments, feels [fill in the blank].
Where have the threads gone that tie multigenerations of resistance together? How can we exercise more savvy, resilient, and effective reclaimings—aka, win more, both to stop genocides and fascism, but also truly carve out free lives worth living on our own terms—if we aren’t passing along rad history?
One young student occupier at one camp reading a zine called me over. “Did you bring these free zines?” they asked. “Yes,” I replied. “This one is blowing my mind! There’ve been other encampments in the past!”
Yet there they were—even without that knowledge, exercising beautiful resistance, drawing on ancestral muscle memories reawakened “simply” by inhabiting a liberatory life, however brief, made in solidarity and in common with others.
(Photo: handmade sign, #RespectExistenceOrExpectResistance, leaning on a tent at the now-already-a-memory encampment at UPitt, late April 2024)
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It’s likely foolhardy to generalize about the life going on inside the encampments and occupations popping up—rhizomatic “liberated zones,” or what a couple decades ago or so would have been called “temporary autonomous zones.” For they won’t last. But like new spring buds unfolding into flowers, turning what seemed a barren landscape into a lush terrain, it’s their ephemerality that offers promise.
A muscle memory awakens.
One can almost feel those muscles coming back alive, achy at first, but growing stronger, and once exercised, hard to forget.
What’s peculiar about this season of self-generated and self-organized spaces, though—and here comes the potential overgeneralization—is that there’s little, to almost no, memory of similar moments before. Not the specificity per se of why people (re)take over squares and plazas, forests and farmlands, buildings and sacred stolen lands, time and time again, and engage in autonomous and collective self-determination and self-governance (as well as the self-discipline of community self-defense). But rather, that encampments and occupations are a fairly common part of our tool kits toward freedom.
The current and/or recently evicted (by cops) autonomous zones seem largely filled with folks who are fresh to being rebellious—and often relative newbies. They are learning by doing, which if one has many a muscle memory of past encampments, feels [fill in the blank].
Where have the threads gone that tie multigenerations of resistance together? How can we exercise more savvy, resilient, and effective reclaimings—aka, win more, both to stop genocides and fascism, but also truly carve out free lives worth living on our own terms—if we aren’t passing along rad history?
One young student occupier at one camp reading a zine called me over. “Did you bring these free zines?” they asked. “Yes,” I replied. “This one is blowing my mind! There’ve been other encampments in the past!”
Yet there they were—even without that knowledge, exercising beautiful resistance, drawing on ancestral muscle memories reawakened “simply” by inhabiting a liberatory life, however brief, made in solidarity and in common with others.
(Photo: handmade sign, #RespectExistenceOrExpectResistance, leaning on a tent at the now-already-a-memory encampment at UPitt, late April 2024)
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It’s likely foolhardy to generalize about the life going on inside the encampments and occupations popping up—rhizomatic “liberated zones,” or what a couple decades ago or so would have been called “temporary autonomous zones.” For they won’t last. But like new spring buds unfolding into flowers, turning what seemed a barren landscape into a lush terrain, it’s their ephemerality that offers promise.
A muscle memory awakens.
One can almost feel those muscles coming back alive, achy at first, but growing stronger, and once exercised, hard to forget.
What’s peculiar about this season of self-generated and self-organized spaces, though—and here comes the potential overgeneralization—is that there’s little, to almost no, memory of similar moments before. Not the specificity per se of why people (re)take over squares and plazas, forests and farmlands, buildings and sacred stolen lands, time and time again, and engage in autonomous and collective self-determination and self-governance (as well as the self-discipline of community self-defense). But rather, that encampments and occupations are a fairly common part of our tool kits toward freedom.
The current and/or recently evicted (by cops) autonomous zones seem largely filled with folks who are fresh to being rebellious—and often relative newbies. They are learning by doing, which if one has many a muscle memory of past encampments, feels [fill in the blank].
Where have the threads gone that tie multigenerations of resistance together? How can we exercise more savvy, resilient, and effective reclaimings—aka, win more, both to stop genocides and fascism, but also truly carve out free lives worth living on our own terms—if we aren’t passing along rad history?
One young student occupier at one camp reading a zine called me over. “Did you bring these free zines?” they asked. “Yes,” I replied. “This one is blowing my mind! There’ve been other encampments in the past!”
Yet there they were—even without that knowledge, exercising beautiful resistance, drawing on ancestral muscle memories reawakened “simply” by inhabiting a liberatory life, however brief, made in solidarity and in common with others.
(Photo: handmade sign, #RespectExistenceOrExpectResistance, leaning on a tent at the now-already-a-memory encampment at UPitt, late April 2024)
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It’s likely foolhardy to generalize about the life going on inside the encampments and occupations popping up—rhizomatic “liberated zones,” or what a couple decades ago or so would have been called “temporary autonomous zones.” For they won’t last. But like new spring buds unfolding into flowers, turning what seemed a barren landscape into a lush terrain, it’s their ephemerality that offers promise.
A muscle memory awakens.
One can almost feel those muscles coming back alive, achy at first, but growing stronger, and once exercised, hard to forget.
What’s peculiar about this season of self-generated and self-organized spaces, though—and here comes the potential overgeneralization—is that there’s little, to almost no, memory of similar moments before. Not the specificity per se of why people (re)take over squares and plazas, forests and farmlands, buildings and sacred stolen lands, time and time again, and engage in autonomous and collective self-determination and self-governance (as well as the self-discipline of community self-defense). But rather, that encampments and occupations are a fairly common part of our tool kits toward freedom.
The current and/or recently evicted (by cops) autonomous zones seem largely filled with folks who are fresh to being rebellious—and often relative newbies. They are learning by doing, which if one has many a muscle memory of past encampments, feels [fill in the blank].
Where have the threads gone that tie multigenerations of resistance together? How can we exercise more savvy, resilient, and effective reclaimings—aka, win more, both to stop genocides and fascism, but also truly carve out free lives worth living on our own terms—if we aren’t passing along rad history?
One young student occupier at one camp reading a zine called me over. “Did you bring these free zines?” they asked. “Yes,” I replied. “This one is blowing my mind! There’ve been other encampments in the past!”
Yet there they were—even without that knowledge, exercising beautiful resistance, drawing on ancestral muscle memories reawakened “simply” by inhabiting a liberatory life, however brief, made in solidarity and in common with others.
(Photo: handmade sign, #RespectExistenceOrExpectResistance, leaning on a tent at the now-already-a-memory encampment at UPitt, late April 2024)
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Since October 7, there has been a grim, daily count: the number of days of genocide. It sits side by side with a perpetual deathwatch: the number of Palestinian people being murdered by the Israeli state and its allies.
Those counts—or rather, who and what counts, and who and what doesn’t—have formed the basis for continual resistance in and outside of Gaza.
No one, it should go without saying, should have to make such calculations, adding up losses that should never ever have happened, nor never should ever again (and to anyone, whether Palestinian, Muslim, Arab, or Jewish)—and continue to now.
But given the horrific, so-far-unstoppable magnitude, it’s been equally striking that each day since early October, those resisting this genocide have made the dead count—have humanized them—through innumerable public and collective acts of naming and honoring martyrs. This too is a gruesome, grievous count, even if these powerful forms of remembrance have fueled and sustained a growing fight worldwide for a free Palestine.
Now, with the solidarity encampments, occupations, and liberated zones, a new count has begun—one that revolutionary moments of the past have recognized as crucial to world-building, to freedom: tossing out the calendars of colonizers and capitalists, kings and presidents, armies and cops, and other tyrants, and ushering in the start of our time. The (re)start of life. A nonlinear time of moons and stars, collective care and communal self-defense, love and interdependence, do-it-ourselves and decide-for-ourselves liberation, ritual and song, art and play, food and flowers—everything for everyone because we are gifting life to each other, messily, spontaneously, experimentally, under duress and beauty, with bravery and vulnerability. Life, rebellious, life.
Liberated zones start their own counts: day 1 of tents, or day 2 of barricades and communiques, or day 3 of cop incursion and tending to each other’s wounds, or day 4 of rebuilding and expanding, day 5 of Muslim and Jewish prayers, or day 6 of people’s libraries and community kitchens, or day 7 of …
We know what counts: giving wing to life, #UntilAllAreFree
(photo: homemade painting at the UPitt encampment a week or so ago of a Palestinian sunbird sitting on a branch with the words “Palestine will live forever” in blue on a green and yellow background)
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If May Day, among other things, is about sharing the “wealth” (aka abolishing capitalism), there’s nothing quite like going to a small but sweet Really Really Free Market on this May 1 and being gifted a sheet of freshly printed stickers that feel just right for these suddenly rebellious times. (After all, #AllComradesAreBeautiful!)
Then, soon after, redistributing that “wealth” to others at a nearby May Day rally, made merry because of the danceable tunes of @brassyourheart (which may now have some tiny water jugs on a drum or two because this marching band can #AlwaysCarryABeat!).
There are so many others reasons, of course, to wear one’s #ACAB on their sleeve (or water bottle) this May Day, when so many universities and colleges are liberating spaces of solidarity for Gaza, and in the process, powerfully demonstrating that #AutonomousCommunitiesAreBeautiful.
And likewise, so many police are painfully demonstrating that #AllCopsAreBrutal—underscoring that cop cities (aka policing) everywhere must be abolished, from every river to every sea, just as the Haymarket martyrs also fought and alas died for, in part.
Next May Day, in liberation!
#CareNotCops
#CommonsNotCapitalism
#SolidarityNotStates
#TryAnarchismForLife
#UntilAllAreFree(Ongoing love+solidarity to the brave+bold folks at @occupycalpolyhumboldt for gifting the world the joy of a humble water jug vs. cop during their occupation)
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If May Day, among other things, is about sharing the “wealth” (aka abolishing capitalism), there’s nothing quite like going to a small but sweet Really Really Free Market on this May 1 and being gifted a sheet of freshly printed stickers that feel just right for these suddenly rebellious times. (After all, #AllComradesAreBeautiful!)
Then, soon after, redistributing that “wealth” to others at a nearby May Day rally, made merry because of the danceable tunes of @brassyourheart (which may now have some tiny water jugs on a drum or two because this marching band can #AlwaysCarryABeat!).
There are so many others reasons, of course, to wear one’s #ACAB on their sleeve (or water bottle) this May Day, when so many universities and colleges are liberating spaces of solidarity for Gaza, and in the process, powerfully demonstrating that #AutonomousCommunitiesAreBeautiful.
And likewise, so many police are painfully demonstrating that #AllCopsAreBrutal—underscoring that cop cities (aka policing) everywhere must be abolished, from every river to every sea, just as the Haymarket martyrs also fought and alas died for, in part.
Next May Day, in liberation!
#CareNotCops
#CommonsNotCapitalism
#SolidarityNotStates
#TryAnarchismForLife
#UntilAllAreFree(Ongoing love+solidarity to the brave+bold folks at @occupycalpolyhumboldt for gifting the world the joy of a humble water jug vs. cop during their occupation)
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If May Day, among other things, is about sharing the “wealth” (aka abolishing capitalism), there’s nothing quite like going to a small but sweet Really Really Free Market on this May 1 and being gifted a sheet of freshly printed stickers that feel just right for these suddenly rebellious times. (After all, #AllComradesAreBeautiful!)
Then, soon after, redistributing that “wealth” to others at a nearby May Day rally, made merry because of the danceable tunes of @brassyourheart (which may now have some tiny water jugs on a drum or two because this marching band can #AlwaysCarryABeat!).
There are so many others reasons, of course, to wear one’s #ACAB on their sleeve (or water bottle) this May Day, when so many universities and colleges are liberating spaces of solidarity for Gaza, and in the process, powerfully demonstrating that #AutonomousCommunitiesAreBeautiful.
And likewise, so many police are painfully demonstrating that #AllCopsAreBrutal—underscoring that cop cities (aka policing) everywhere must be abolished, from every river to every sea, just as the Haymarket martyrs also fought and alas died for, in part.
Next May Day, in liberation!
#CareNotCops
#CommonsNotCapitalism
#SolidarityNotStates
#TryAnarchismForLife
#UntilAllAreFree(Ongoing love+solidarity to the brave+bold folks at @occupycalpolyhumboldt for gifting the world the joy of a humble water jug vs. cop during their occupation)