Rivendicazioni English

It is typical to hear the usual whimpers from the first moments after an attack of repression carried out by the State and by those who protect it, such as the magistrates that accuse, investigate and arrest those who could be “harmful” to health of the State itself.
It is always the same old song, singed, stopped and singed again.
There are those who feel the need to distance themselves immediately from those hit by repression, and usually this attitude belongs to those people that magistrates probably do not even know (or as the saying goes “nobody gives a shit about them ...”) because their greatest effort is the punctual dissociation. Like any other “citizen” loyal to the State, this scum who calls itself “anarchist” believes the newspapers, the prosecutors and the cops who build frameworks, create scenarios and indicate the perpetrators of “evil”, and this scum immediately feels the “need” to point out what “anarchy” means, adding some dots on the letters “i”. However, there are also those who have the same attitude but they do not even bother to write something, to have a sleazy and dirty way out in every moment, through the slanders behind the back, tittle-tattle.
There are those who write some lines of tears recalling witch hunts and fabrications, there are those who write in solidarity and complicity tone and then disappear two seconds after sending “telegram of condolences”, there are those who use strong terms… and then?
“Solidarity” does not mean “condolences”, as we always say it is not a written word.
Solidarity means, when you open your eyes in the morning and think that in your everyday life you miss something, you miss a piece, you miss some friends, brothers and sisters, and above all comrades. And you miss them, not because they are far away, but because an asshole without a job decides overnight to be on “the State payroll” and locks up them in the next-generation camps.
Solidarity means to think about imprisoned comrades every day and to get them what they need, supports, letters, stamps, benefit events for economic support in prison and for defense costs, to break the isolation that the walls of reinforced concrete, bars, armored and guard dogs are trying to impose on them every single day.
Solidarity means this and much more...
Disappear after sending a telegram, write few lines just to clear a bad conscience and then disappear, these are acts of Christian charity; it is like say a prayer for the sick person or put some coins in the collection basket.
These words of mine are not directed to any movement (which does not move), any group or “sect”, but to every individual who
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“Fire to the technological domination. Campania, three base transceiver stations burned in the course of October, in solidarity with the arrested in operation scripta manent and with all the anarchist prisoners around the world.”


Campania [Italija]: Zapaljena tri BTS-a u znak soldiarnosti s anarhističkim zatvorenicima Op. Scripta Manent (10.2016.)
“Požar tehnološkoj dominaciji. Campania, tokom mjeseca oktobra zapaljene tri bazne stanice u znak solidarnosti s uhapšenima u operaciji scripta manent i sa svim anarhističkim zatvorenicima diljem svijeta.”

The cars of the wealthy classes, the corporations and the state are the fuel of our urban barricades and the flame of our international solidarity.
Using simple, easy to reproduce methods we cause chaos, in an act of social war against the capitalist system and consumer culture.
Class insurrection against the prison society.

Pisa: “November 7, 2016 — Cell tower torched near Pisa in solidarity with the arrested in op. scripta manent and with all prisoners.”

Genoa: “VERBA VOLANT, SCRIPTA MANENT, IGNIS ARDENS. Genoa 01/11. 2 postbank ATMs and 1 bank ATM torched. The State imprisons, Mistral Air deports, Unicredit finances Erdogan. The Post and the banks will continue to be attacked. Solidarity with Alfredo, Nicola, Sandro, Marco, Anna, Valentina, Danilo, Daniele and Divine.”


Italija: Djela solidarnosti s uhapšenim drugovima (01./07.112016.)
Pisa: “7. novembar 2016. — Zapaljena antena mobilne telefonije pokraj Pise u znak solidarnosti s uhapšenim u op. scripta manent i sa svim zatvorenicima.”
Genova: “VERBA VOLANT, SCRIPTA MANENT, IGNIS ARDENS. Genova, 01.11. Zapaljena 2 postamata i 1 bankomat. Država zatvara, Mistral Air deportira, Unicredit financira Erdogana. Pošte i banke će i dalje biti napadane. Solidarnost s Alfredom, Nicolom, Sandrom, Marcom, Annom, Valentinom, Danilom, Danieleom i Divineom.”

This title refers to a guy who was sacked at Bristol flying school who smashed his ex-workplace up, smashing all the windows, computers and ripping all the phones out, causing £200,000 of damage, and writing in his own blood, “Gross Misconduct” on the wall. He escaped the scene but was arrested at a later date. It took the company a week to be back to normal. These types of events in UK are of a regular occurrence and show that many people just don’t give a fucking shit. They will fightback when they meltdown.

These are some of the observations I’ve put on paper that warm the spirit in my blood, not patiently waiting on bus stops or dole queues, or smiling at people I don’t give a shit about, but I do it all the same, because it helps the day run along that much smoother. I kick myself for the social compromises I make, politeness for an easy ride.

[...] The bigger problem, far larger than the cops, is the self-policing, self-regulating activist-anarchist badge-wearers. They’re two-a-penny in the pound-shop, jumped-up, in your face, waving the finger at anything slightly violent.
Beware you are being monitored.
Yeah, the cops might see us as lawless, reckless bastards, prepared to give them the runaround at any given moment, but they sure can’t write us off as bleating hot-air blowing wankers content with shuffling paper and networking for more numbers. As a comparison of our lives, it’s like being wolves; we travel large distances together sometimes over rough ground to hunt a selected target. Then after a short feast, we disperse. We never do the hang-out thing in public arenas together, open space where we could be shot down or captured. The time of celebration is short-lived. Maybe this is the nature, the price, of this beautiful struggle, not a back-slapping orgy of self-congratulation for taking the path most trodden.[...]