Repression

Angesicht der Gelbwesten-Proteste im Nachbarland Frankreich kann man die Militarisierung der Polizei eindrucksvoll bewundern. Außerdem passieren in der hiesigen Medienlandschaft erstaunliche Dinge. Noch gestern, also Wochen nach Beginn der Proteste schreibt z.B der Bayrische Rundfunk auf seiner Webpage: „Es ist eine extreme Gewalt, und man befürchtet bei den nächsten Demonstrationen am Samstag, dass es Tote geben könnte bei den Auseinandersetzungen mit der Polizei.“ Das Interessante an dem bildungsbürgerlichen Spießer-Blabla ist der Konjunktiv: Denn die französische Polizei hat bereits vier Menschen im Verlauf der Proteste getötet. Aber es redet irgendwie kaum wer darüber...

Übersetzung eines Berichts von einem französischen Genossen. Eine Übersetzung der Diskussion mit Nick von Alerta comunista wird folgen.

On the evening of 4th December, we made our attack upon the police border control of Exarchia on Voulgaroktonou street. We came with sticks and bottles flaming, and as they saw us they immediately started to panic and run shouting for help. We struck fear into their hearts and sticks onto their heads, fire engulfed at least two policeman and at least one patrol car was burned. We hunted them and made sure it was a night to remember. We also stole some of their equipment (clubs, shields, helmets). When we left, the street had changed its character, transformed from a quiet suburban street with a police checkpoint to a battleground, a site of victory. They also bleed, and we can make them.

At the point that you realize that the "scum", the suicidals and the killed ones of this world are the most alive, the most lively viberating figures of it, that's also the point that you realize its construct of values and its structural violence. We 've been destructed many times by the coldness in the eyes of the people around, we 've been destroyed slowly and brutally while experiencing the everyday death. From the dead time of wage labour, the sucking of every livelyhood from the automization of production, the freezing passionless gazes towards pain, from the miserable survival, the screaming encountering of the unknown in the mirror, to our transformation into information quantums for modern biotechnology, to the psychological depression and the sadness that totally locks the windows of pleasure, of playing, of genuine social interraction. A whole authoritarian complex is created, reproducing death, reproducing the authority of economy, of the state, the patriarchy, the nation, reproducing the values of submission, of self-enclosure, of social elevation, of producing normativities and stigmas.