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A spectre is haunting us

Time and time again we read about people who attack buildings, cars or the infrastructure of certain institutions in different ways. In the chorus of the media, loyal to the state, they are often considered as „vandals“ or „chaots“(chaoten) and if that is not sufficient, then the construct of the terrorist comes to use to suffocate in advance any possible reasoning behind the action. That is exactly what happened to the 3 anarchists, who were arrested on 15th of april in Langnau am Albis(Switzerland). Allegedly on the way to attack a research center of IBM. A place among many at which, far from our everyday lives, the deepening of control on the life on this planet is researched at: genetic engineering, surveillance, nanotechnologies… 

We have been drowned in an technological ‚high gloss-nightmare‘, in which dead matter weighs more than our lives. The new god that is ruling over everything is the economy. ‚Economy has to be well‘ goes the saying, ’so that we can fell well also.‘ But behind the basic attitude, that any type of progress is good per se, veils the fact, that only few are profiting from that progress. Those who let themselves be exploitated day after day, will have noticed by now, that despite all the incredible ongoing research, we are not working less, but simply more efficient. And we are not living more qualitative, but we consume more. With each novelty we are promised a better and simpler life, whereas the following disappointment is compensated by the promising of even more novelties. We crave for fata morganas like someone dying of thirst in a desert. 

What is developed in the mentioned IBM center is advancing a level deeper. Because genetically manipulated organisms and nanoparticles, as well as radiocativity of nuclear waste, are incraving themselves irrevocably into this world which we inhabit. It doesn‘t need much understanding to see that also these efforts are serving purely the logic of progress of capitalism. Since the whole planet is under its domination, capitalism is now trying to reinforce it – and that to the last detail. 

Since centuries industrial technology is the essential factor for the reformation of society, and therefore of the economy and the state. Again and again it is supposed to bring alleged solutions for social problems. Social problems that it helped creating. By now it managed to make itself indispensable. Without technology the immens accumulation of commodities and the therefore necessary generalized submission and control of the working mass would be impossible. It didn‘t just make the people more alienated towards the world, but also towards themselves. 
The social order in which we live, functions only by the more and more absurd specialization of our occupations, the more and more extensive control over all living beings, the more and more efficient exploitation of our work capacity and a generalized impoverishment of human relations. 
The apparently untouchable justification for that is purely the maintenance of the prevailing. The question for the living conditions is not raised. After all it could persuade us to the realization, that it is not us as individuals who are reason for our depression, but the social order and that so, so much has to disappear in order for us to finally breathe freely. We think that social existance doesn‘t gain value by technological progress, but by common ethical and social considerations. The development which we strive for, goes towards a life, that lies with us to decide about, without to serve and without to rule. And this development starts with the revolt against everything, which keeps us from doing so. 

Therefore we recognize us in the three anarchists, who are now spread out in swiss prisons. We feel solidarity for each attempt to cast off the shackles in order to stand up against the ongoing annihilation of life and the (self-)enslavement of the human kind. And one of the first shackles that we therefore cast off, is the one of our heads, which makes us believe, that we anyway cannot do anything and which keeps us trapped in lethargy. 
Therefore for everyone who – for what reason whatsoever – is fed up with all the social constraints and control, fed up with all the lifeless products and senseless works, the hate that is sown, in order to fight among us, instead of together against the misery. To all those whos hearts is beting faster, when people attack what they think is the origin of their discontent: come out and make visible through the diversity of your forms of sabotage, that something completely different is possible. 

Freedom for the three anarchists Billy, Silvia and Constantino!
A comment to my actions
by former swedish anarchist prisoner Jonatan

It’s possible to say a lot about the acts that I have been sentenced for,
it’s possible to think and believe a lot about them. That has also been
done. There are those that have considered me crazy. Those that praised my
acts and put up with a lot of shit to defend them. Those that spread
rumors that I would have sawn down lamp posts – as I got to hear when I
was in Lund during the Squatting festival, in the hammering echo of an
empty student room a part from an old military helmet. Those who called
them youthful intelligence. Those who called them acts of terror. Even the
chief analyst of the swedish constitutional defence (författningsskyddet)
made a statement to strengthen the weight of repression against this type
of acts.

What effects the acts had concretely in the civilization-critical
anarchist struggle I mean to take part in, aiming to stop a culture of
murder and give room to a multitude of earth-based and sustainable
cultures, is not difficult to see. The phone mast was out of order for a
month, the lifting crane gave an electrician a little shock (if the report
by SÄPO (swedish secret police) is worth believing) and was repaired for
the astounding cost of 5000 swedish kr (around 500 euros). It’s an effect
that might have given a squirrel the chance to escape the golf course
while the current radiation was turned off and the customary head aches,
fatigue and pains in intervals was gone. It delyed the schedule of PEAB
(construction company) with a day or two. But most probably it didn‘t have
one, what do I know? Not concretely at least.

These acts were never meant to „CRUSH CIVILIZATION“ or „START AN
ECOLOGICAL REVOLUTION!“ in one blow. It was a result of an inner revolt -
an expression for the antisocial and individual revolt that drives all
freedom fighters forwards. The ones that drive isolated struggles and
individuals to unite with the collective. They were acts sprung out of an
bestial spontinaety and wildness. Who would with strategy and reflection
have acted as I did?

These acts carry with them the signature of an affective individual that
is tired of everything to do with „the left“, fed up with everything that
means delaying the inevitable execution or unlikely abdication of the
murder machine.

I know that if I would read in Dagens Nyheter (newspaper) after the locked
cell opens for the morning about similar acts been committed, I would have
danced around with my sentenced friend and laugh together with him,
rejoice the news. Not because they would have a decisive significance in
the struggle against the captivity that we are brought up to – but for the
knowledge that one or more unknown comrades tasted the revolt of the wild
and joined the constant war.

Many are those that have talked of the need of structured resistance,
about the weight of strategic resistance, about how resistance must look
like – even if in subtle wordings. Few – very few – are those I‘ve met
that carry in their eyes the marks from the fire that burns when your
whole being steps up naked in the ring against an unreally much greater
and stronger enemy. But, that said, I don‘t belittle the wish and the
sparks of will that glow in the eyes of many but aren‘t allowed to start
to burn out of fears, colliding choices or blinkers. I have seen the
sparks and know that they are there. Sooner or later we all end up in the
ring and having made the choice to enter with an animal fire of resistance
burning inside you and around you has it’s clear advantages.

And the question is if all these strategists are fit for their
self-proclaimed missions without having the fire burning in their eyes,
their heart and their spirit, not only in their thoughts.

My acts also bring a controversial aspect with them, that in the
anthropocentrically governed world of thought and science, is rationalized
or ridiculed without any kind of after thought. Only there enmity is
expressed and the constant conflict between the uncontrolled wild and the
tame bound by leash. Through listening to our more or less distant
familiars and friends, to the wind, the trees, water in all it’s magical
forms, the eternally long stories of the stones, birds, squirrels, snakes
and dreams. Through diving down in a lake you‘ve known since childhood
with the question: How are you? What can I do for you? And to get answers
pictures in the head and feelings that during weeks will come back in
dreams. Dreams of a lifeless lake bed, of a lifeless earth, of resistance.
Through hearing what actually is going on outside our isolated
individually based lives, built up like autobiographical films, outside
the chromed frame of rationality, I heard what nobody ever told me when I
asked, what was hidden to all and everyone through fear and lies, what was
denied to the bitter end even by the most well-meaning, the naked but oh
so piercing truth. When the earth speaks there are no hidden motives.
Inspired by this, with the mute speaking pictures of the lake etched in my
gaze, my path led me to these acts.

Now, being in captivity – what so many fear but already live in, without
any parole in sight – it is with gratitude that I look upon my acts. No,
not a joy-filled or satisfied gratitude, the pain that was caused to my
loved ones is just as unforgivable as it is unreal. No, it is a gratitude
to have had the chance to meet all the people that have showed me their
support, make friends with, become comrades, for getting to experience a
thousand extreme situations that each and everyone have made me stronger
or lead me to new insights, that I in here got to tie bonds to and
together with people from widely different worlds conquer captivity even
if on a regrettable level in the worst correctional institution in Sweden.

Gratitude aside there is a big responsibility for the well-being of those
surrounding me that I have escaped with shame. It is with pride and
gratefulness that I‘m surrounded by the most loyal and loving people.
Without you, love and strength would only have been two words in a
dictionary. Without you my acts would have lacked the fire that actually
made them scare the state.

- The acts I carried out were a legacy from Luddites, from witches in all
times, from heathens and non christians, from savages in the jungle, on
the ice, in the ocean and the tundra, from missionary-maimed sex maniacs
in the Amazons, from all the spirits of fallen tribal warriors and that
legacy that is in us all, present every moment in both prison cells as in
old forests, waiting to become an active part of our lives -

To the defence of the Earth – For a living and loving world


January 11th, 2010