Text of the imprisoned anarchist Kostantinos K.
“To govern you is to watch you. To inspect you, to spy on you, to direct you, to encase you in laws, to regulate you, to record you…To control you, to measure you, to weigh you, to censor you, to order you… It means to tax you, to drink your blood… To terrorize you, to beat you, to disarm you, to strangle you, to imprison you, to try you, to condemn you, to deport you…
This is government, this is its justice, this is its morality.”
-Pierre-Joseph Proudhon
As long as we experience modern totalitarianism, as long as the blades of domination cripple us, solidarity will heal our wounds like medicine. Even if they bury us, like seeds we will sprout, here and there, irregularly. In the most barren soils. We will bloom at unspecified times where they least expect it. Contaminating the fields of modern states.
On 12/11/24, I was sentenced to 6 months of pretrial detention. From the first days in prison, I submitted a request for release, which was rejected 40 days later. I submitted a second request and after waiting two months, I received a negative response, while at almost the same time, the case was scheduled for trial on May 2. This, in my opinion, is a ploy, as they rushed to set the court date without me having time to make a third request. Because in this case, for bureaucratic reasons, the procedures regarding the file would cease and therefore the result would be that I would be released due to the end of the term. However, I am quoting this as a note. I believe it is more important to mention what these responses of the judicial councils were regarding my requests. These are 30 pages of unfounded allegations and successive leaps of logic. In them, a ridiculous story unfolds where, given my guilt, they argue that the methodology and characteristics of this action demonstrate a person capable of committing more similar crimes, taking into account my particular personality, which they refer to again and again.
They talk about my disrespect for the authorities, to conclude that I have an overwhelming desire to harm them. They write once again about the books and publications of anarchist content that were found in my house, in order to strengthen the above repeated narrative of the very dangerous anarchist. They even quote part of the text that announced the action of October 11, which I am accused of. At that point, it writes about the beatings of young people by the cops in the city of Messolonghi. After this quote, they initially resort to the frivolous argument that these are incidents that only someone who knows the local police could know about. Claiming in essence that I am responsible for the specific text. Of course, in the second response, this claim is absent. It had been replaced with the equally arbitrary conclusion that I did the deed and bragged about it to third parties in the anarchist space who made the publication in question. All of this confirms how well the judicial scum know how to throw accusations into the air without any substantive basis. On 2/5 I am on trial in Messolonghi for placing an explosive device in front of the AT, facing charges of arson by intent, explosion by intent, possession of explosives and damage to another’s property.
The political background of this case is clear. I perceive this particular persecution as a direct attack on my person and on the way I choose to exist as a political subject. Not as an isolated situation, but as part of the hunt for consciences that the state has unleashed with the aim of crushing every trace of reaction even in thought. The dystopian present is growing. People are being taken to courtrooms because they possess stickers, posters and gadgets. The uniformed thugs of the Greek National Police (ELAS) are bursting into the homes of female students on charges of writing slogans, activists are being remanded in custody under ridiculous pretexts and the pit of repression is deepening. The state is death, it is the robbery of our breath, the debauchery, the suppression of human dignity. Nothing is accidental. This is its essence and it wants us expendable, if not dead.
However, unfortunately for the masters, with great stubbornness bars bend, walls fall, kingdoms crumble. The dynamics of the struggle are not suppressed. I still remember the fearful discussions of the cops who guarded the entire AT (cops station) area during my detention. Then I felt very strongly what it is like for fear to change sides. Nothing is in vain. Every moment of practical questioning of this rotten world is a punch to the body of power, a hammer blow to the knees of bourgeois justice, a blow to the foundations of confinement. Anarchy lives and will pass over them. The small streams of disobedience will transform into a rushing river. The anti-state struggles continue unmediated so that we can breathe, so that we can look each other in the eye, so that we can see the sun brighter, for the cause. Through the streets of denial, a new world will blossom.
A huge thank you from the bottom of my heart to all those who have been involved in any way with my persecution. Your solidarity gives me indescribable strength. Struggle is life and life is in the struggle.
Freedom for the comrades detained in connection with the Ampelokipi case.
Honour to the anarchist Kyriakos Xymitiris.
Fire to all cells.
K.K.
April 2025
Cassavetias Prisons
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Source: athens.indymedia
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