Anarchic Memory

$hile: Words for compañero Punki Mauri by Joaquín García Chancks, Marcelo Villarroel & Mónica Caballero

Posted on 2023/06/05 by darknights

Words for compañero Punki Mauri by Joaquín García Chancks

From the other side of the walls, I extend an affectionate and anarchic embrace to all those who participate in this already historic activity.

It is incredible the passage of time, it would be terribly false of me to speak of a closeness to anarchist circles back in 2009, I think I felt part of an anarchist collectivity, if you can call it that, shortly after, enough for the loss of a comrade to still be felt so close to the surface.

Mauricio Morales transcends, he is an inevitable reference for many -no matter how hard one fights to destroy that idealized and stereotyped image that this same anarchic “we” has been in charge of propagating through time- that is the truth, one cannot think of May without considering this date, one cannot whisper attack without thinking of Mauricio, one cannot conspire to attack without the palpable experience that sometimes things do not work out well; It is what endows history with reality, what makes us shake off all the theory and put our feet on the ground, the seriousness of what confrontation means, the knowledge that what may be so costly for us will not be so costly for Power…. To assume that no action will bring us an anarchic tomorrow, that the becoming is lived day by day, and that the only way to obtain a little bit of freedom is to embrace antagonism as a present, of theory and praxis, word and action, morality and attack. If we are to find something clear, almost undeniable in Mauricio, let it be this symbiosis.

Joaquin Garcia Chancks
La Gonzalina” Prison/company, Rancagua
May 2023

Words by Marcelo Villarroel in subversive memory of Mauricio Morales

“I will seek at the risk of my life the best, the authentic freedom…”

Mauricio Morales.-

– From prison and 14 years after the death in action of comrade Mauricio Morales, a greeting of insurrectional memory and an eternal war cry for all those who walk the same path of struggle.

On the night of May 22, 2009, a powerful explosion shook the surroundings of the Gendarmerie School, a prison repressors’ factory, in the Matta neighborhood, in the south-central area of Santiago de Chile.

The explosion mortally wounded the Punky Mauri, who was on his way by bicycle to attack with an artifact, the main redoubt for the formation of penitentiary officers, seeking to strike with anarchic vengeance the place from where the most detestable beings that prison society can produce are mass-produced. Continue reading “$hile: Words for compañero Punki Mauri by Joaquín García Chancks, Marcelo Villarroel & Mónica Caballero” →

Émile Henry (Sept. 26, 1872 – May 21, 1894)

Posted on 2023/05/24 - 2023/05/24 by darknights

Source: La Nemesi

Émile Henry (Sept. 26, 1872 – May 21, 1894)

“Comrades, courage. Long live anarchy!” On May 21, 1894, the anarchist Émile Henry was guillotined. A few words for a comrade who dedicated his short and intense life, integrally and to the end, to anarchy. So many years have passed – well over a century of actions, dreams, revolutions – and the revolutionary will of this comrade continues to shine with the infinite wonderful facets of our ideal. Émile is immortal.

Aphorisms

Once, the cloister opened for souls weary or disgusted with the spectacles of the world, today we have no other refuge than in hospitals and prisons.

What do anarchists want? The autonomy of the individual, the development of his free initiative, which alone will be able to assure him all possible happiness. If the anarchist admits communism as a social conception, it is by simple deduction, because he understands that it is only in the happiness of all, free and autonomous as he is, that he will find his own happiness.

When a man, in today’s society, becomes a conscious rebel of his own action-and such was Ravachol-it is because he has done in his brain a painful work of analysis whose conclusions are imperative and cannot be evaded except by cowardice. He alone holds the scales, he alone is judge of the right or wrong of hating and being savage, “even fierce.”

I believe that acts of brutal revolt are right, because they wake up the masses, shake them like a violent lash, and show them the vulnerable side of the Bourgeoisie still all trembling at the moment when the Rebel goes up to the gallows.

Everyone has a special physiognomy and attitudes that differentiate him from his fellow fighters. Thus, we are not surprised to see revolutionaries so divided in the direction of their efforts. We wonder what good tactics are: they are everywhere proportional to the amount of energy brought to the action. But we recognize no one’s right to say, “Only our propaganda is the good one; outside of it there is no salvation.” It is an old residue of authoritarianism born of true or false reason that libertarians must not tolerate.

Do what you think is best and do it with love.

To those who say, “Hate does not breed love,” answer that it is love, alive, that often breeds hate.

Hate that rests not on low envy, but on a generous feeling, is a healthy and powerfully vital passion.

The more we love our dream of freedom, strength and beauty, the more we must hate that which opposes its future.

In the history of human progress there is only one party; it is the party of movement.

Socialists do not want to understand that the freedom of the individual is necessary to the true freedom of the people.

In the dedication of his book, From the Other Side, Alexandre Herzen specifies a truly revolutionary and effective attitude when he says, “We do not build, we demolish; we do not announce new revelations at all, we suppress the old lie.” This book by Herzen is full of flashes and revelations, but there is no lack of biting remarks in it either: it is a good book for the prison; and away from the street I like to take it as an echo: “The French cannot rid themselves of the idea of monarchical organization; they have a passion for police and authority; every Frenchman is in his soul a police commissioner; he loves alignment and discipline; everything that is independent, individual, irritates him; he understands equality only as leveling and willingly submits to the arbitrariness of the police as long as everyone submits to it. Put a chevron on a Frenchman’s hat and he becomes an oppressor, he begins to oppress anyone who does not wear that rank; he demands respect towards authority.”

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Santiago, Chile: Incendiary outburst at the Instituto Nacional & Universidad de Chile (JGM) for the day of the young combatant

Posted on 2023/04/03 by darknights

Instituto Nacional

On Tuesday, March 28, around 30 hooded students unfurled a banner and set up barricades and confrontations with Molotov cocktails against the presence of carabineros (COP), on the eve of the “day of the young combatant”. Three of them were arrested, two were taken into custody by the Public Prosecutor’s Office and finally released without precautionary measures.

Banners read: “Because of you we remain rebellious and conscious. Luisa Toledo present” and “Free Gunei”.

Below are some of the records:

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Chile: Propaganda and agitation on March 29 in solidarity with the detainees of the attack on the National Gendarmerie Directorate + Banner from prison/company Santiago 1

Posted on 2023/04/01 by darknights

Source: https://publicacionrefractario.wordpress.com/

Chile: Words of Tomas and Mawvnkho before a new March 29th, day of the combatant youth

Posted on 2023/04/01 by darknights

Today again we hope you can feel the warmth of our words. We thank you for inviting us to share our feelings and reflections. Autumn has arrived and with it comes that mixture of nostalgia, rage, regret… among other emotions that well up in every young combatant and that day by day leads us to embrace our ideas and act coherently with them. If we are gathered here today, we agree that we must continue to nurture this historical and combative memory that we share among different warriors antagonistic to the system. Generations of fighters have made the streets and towns barricades of confrontation against the police, remembering Eduardo, Rafael, Paulina, Norma, Pablo, Araceli… And all those young fighters who committed their lives to fight against the dictatorship. More than 30 years have passed since their bodies perished but not their convictions, their ideas, their love for freedom. All these young people seeded rebellion and today we continue to learn from their successes and mistakes, every autumn we meet again, to observe ourselves, to contrast our realities, to analyze the disastrous context in which we live and although our present is very bitter we continue to resist. From different trenches our spirit continues committed to this struggle, for decades this flame has not been extinguished and every time a young rebel throws himself with his actions into the infinite abyss of the anarchic, subversive, nihil or insurrectional struggle it means that we correspond to those warriors who left us.

We cannot fail to remember through these words our everlasting compañera Luisa. Within these walls we always strengthen our fortitude with numerous memories and/or scenarios that our comrades live or have faced. Luisa is that weychafe woman who inspired and incited many young rebels to continue fighting, she moved us with her words as well as many times she was there with us in the midst of burning tires. In here our thoughts live a chaotic back and forth, but what has made us unbreakable has been the seed that people like Luisa have left us. Only in us is the way to not undermine, we decay, but we must continue standing. The seeds that Luisa left us are an inexhaustible source, as well as those left to us by her family who have never given up their struggle. Today we are transforming the prison into our barricade. The confrontation here is constant, not only with the prisoners, because sometimes the worst policemen are those who wear the cap in their hearts. Luisa urged us to learn from each of our experiences, to not leave or abandon each other, to leave superficial differences aside, because a huge machine is trying to crush us. In prison everything that we detest and repudiate is gathered and intertwined. In spite of everything we continue to use every tool at our disposal, attentive to every breaking point to slip away and break the isolation and silence. Every morning we remind ourselves of who we are, we will not let confinement rot our roots and rob us of our essence. We remember all our fallen comrades with love and rage. Permanently their spirit emerges wildly against every wretched institution, against every wretched authoritarian. None of you is forgotten, neither those who left us nor those who today are held captive in prisons around the globe. We embrace each one of you, as well as each family who lost their child in combat, each one of them lives in our restless minds and hands. Neither jail nor death will stop the permanent confrontation. In memory of all the fallen and their families.

With love, Tomas and Mawvnkho.

Source: Publicacion Refractario

Chile: Words by Mónica Caballero, Marcelo Villarroel and Juan Aliste for the day in memory of Luisa Toledo at Espacio Fénix.

Posted on 2023/04/01 by darknights

Words by Mónica Caballero

Luisa Toledo’s persistence in the beautiful exercise of remembrance was probably one of the triggering factors that made us know and commemorate today the murder of Rafael and Eduardo Vergara Toledo by the police and at the same time that this day became the moment in which we evoke all the fallen young combatants.

It is difficult to separate the small and strong figure of Luisa from March 29th, I see in her resilience forged in the immense pain for the loss of her children, as the substrate that has nourished the path of the generations of young fighters of yesterday, today and tomorrow, who continue and will continue to confront domination in its different forms.

Comrades like the mother of the Vergara Toledo brothers leave us multiple teachings, which can be felt in practice, in their example. An example that shows us that no matter how many blows you receive, you can always get up and that scars heal better among comrades and that they are worthy of pride.

With our pains and our dead we continue in the persistent combative memory.

No one is forgotten
Vergara Toledo Brothers
Luisa Toledo Pte!

Mónica Caballero S.
Anarchist Prisoner

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Chile: (Publicación) “Hermosamente Violento. Reflexiones-Tensiones In Memoriam” en recuerdo de Mauricio Morales

Posted on 2022/05/21 by darknights

“Hermosamente Violento. Reflexiones-Tensiones In Memoriam” en recuerdo de Mauricio Morales

Esta breve revista salió de imprenta el 2019, a 10 años de la muerte del compañero anarquista Mauricio Morales. Hoy en una nueva conmemoración el recuerdo, las reflexiones, la decisión de sacar del olvido a nuestrxs muertxs y expandir su memoria en todxs sigue siendo el objetivo plenamente vigente.

Hoy como ayer nuestra memoria es negra, nuestro corazón también.

*Un 22 de Mayo….

*Un instante en la Guerra Social

*Los estruendos siguen resonando en la Memoria

*Nuestra Memoria Negra sabe traspasar los años y las fronteras

*Algunas divagaciones sobre Memoria Iconoclasta

PDF: Hermosamente violento para imprenta

+ portada para imprimir

Source: Publicacion Refractario

Chile: 13 years after the fall in combat of comrade Mauricio Morales + ‘Sharpening ideas against prison. Reflections by Mauricio Morales’ (in Spanish)

Posted on 2022/05/21 - 2022/05/21 by darknights

On May 22, 2009 the anarchist comrade Mauricio Morales dies after the accidental detonation of the explosive device he was carrying to the Gendarmerie School. A comrade fled and the police unleashed a repressive hunt against his circle, seeking to put an end to the almost one hundred explosive attacks perpetrated by anti-authoritarian groups.
The recollection and memory of Mauri joins with that of the rest of the anarchists killed in struggle and confrontation with the State, in this way every year May is transformed into new impulses to sharpen the confrontation with power and strengthen the community of negation.

Another May, another 22nd, again the recollections, again the memory in offensive… it is already impossible to imprison his memory in those who knew him or were close to him, his memory has the forms and slogans of those who bring him to the present in each conspiracy, without leaders or representatives, there are no official voices. The insurrectionary memory can simply be everywhere. Continue reading “Chile: 13 years after the fall in combat of comrade Mauricio Morales + ‘Sharpening ideas against prison. Reflections by Mauricio Morales’ (in Spanish)” →

CHILE: TOWARDS TOTAL LIBERATION MEMORY AND COUNTERCULTURE

Posted on 2022/05/09 by darknights

In combative memory of comrade Mauricio Morales 13 years after his death on the way to attack the gendarmerie school, we gather again around his memorial to take off towards different horizons, always in search of total liberation, fighting all forms of authority.

The anarchic memory connects us between different generations of comrades, feeding our present and motivating new steps, new decisions.

Our dead walk with us and laugh, mocking oblivion and passivity.
Because nothing is over and everything continues…

Our memory is black, our heart too.
Punki Mauri presente!

Source: Anarquia

Athens, Greece: 4-11 June Week of Reconstruction of the Alexandros Grigoropoulos Monument

Posted on 2022/05/05 by darknights

Revolutionary memory is not an empty letter. It is not a museum affair. It is not a dry ritual that is exhausted in anniversary recurrences. Revolutionary memory is the thread that binds the past to the present and that lays the foundations for a future that will do justice to those who sacrificed for a different world. A world where no one will see the sky through barbed wire, where no one will have their bodies broken in the sweatshops of class exploitation, where no one will be murdered on land and sea borders, in police stations, in the urban ghettos of metropolises. Revolutionary memory brings together those who are missing from our side, making them complicit in our subversive projects and dreams. Revolutionary memory, if we give it the value it deserves, becomes a subversive project, a springboard for struggle, a source of inspiration and disposition in the beautiful cause of freedom. For the words that will form a conceptual framework different from the one spoken today by politicians, economists, military analysts, industrialists, the golden boys of the stock exchange, journalists. Or they will be words armed ready to become an impulsive energy. Or they will be nothing.

The metropolises are the modern steam engines, they are the universal factories of capitalism. The transparent sweatshops where capital’s domination, control and repression of the explosive contradictions it produces are absolutely institutionalized.

The crimes of the state and capitalism within the metropolises become isolated incidents. They are recorded in fragmentary narratives by the bourgeois ideology that imposes its hegemony. Our own memory, which should highlight them and transform them into social consciousness, into a perception of our role and position, is constantly absent. When it is not, it is blurred, colourless, non-existent, empty of content. Fascist censorship here has for the moment been replaced by a new form of active censorship. The production of incessant distorted knowledge, the methodical reversal of facts, their insidious substitution. It is revisionism that attacks consciences, memories, the very history of the struggles. Continue reading “Athens, Greece: 4-11 June Week of Reconstruction of the Alexandros Grigoropoulos Monument” →