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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

In the largest facility of Rostov region starving 1,000 prisoners

undefinedIn the Rostov region in Novocherkassk remand about 1 thousands of inmates staged a protest after checking their employees GUFSIN.
According to Life News, the commission seized from inmates prohibited items in their cells. This caused discontent among those under investigation. They began a hunger strike without an official announcement.
Insulator in Novocherkassk is one of the largest detention centers in Rostov Oblast. According to the agency, in the cells of many prisoners found and seized mobile phones, iron and glassware.
"We have come into the chamber staff GUFSIN and riot police - told one of the prisoners. - Among other things took color bedding and personal belongings. We rebelled.
In protest, 1,000 inmates refused to eat. To defuse the situation and explain the rebels of their rights in prison have left leadership of the regional GUFSIN and the police department, prosecutor's office.
"The situation is tense - commented in GUFSIN. - Can they refused to eat, but the official announcement about the hunger strike was not.Usually in such cases is written appeal to the prosecutor, hunger is placed in a separate room, being watched doctors. I ride them in any case is brought to leave at 2:00, and then taken away. The situation heated and relatives of the prisoners.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The third world prisons of Korridalos Athens


Garbage everywhere, unbearable stink, conditions of asphyxiation and abandonment transform the cells into warehouses for souls.

Prisoners sleep on the floor, patients... travel so a doctor can see them, toilets without doors or light... The living and medical conditions in the country's prisons remain third world and inhuman. The photos are revealing images of the shame that exists in the prisons: overpopulation, conditions of asphyxiation and abandonment transform cells into warehouses of souls... In the only hospital inside of Koridallos, 12 patients are treated in one room, without the basic hygiene, medical care and... space to move around.
The photos were taken at the end of August, with the help of ex prisoner Panagiotis Gewrgiadis and the support of the Initiative for the Rights of the Prisoners, that for years now has fought for decent conditions of living in the prisons.

The third world conditions that are documented in the photos are a small example”, the ex prisoner said. Panagiwotis found himself imprisoned with 100 warrants, decisions and charges about car theft. Later on, 96 of them were dropped, since it was proven that they were about some other people with the same first and last name, but with different father and mother name! He managed to get released about four months ago. The four warrants, which are still not gone, are delaying the examination of the application for the identity mistake which has not yet been determined.
Sleeping on the floor
during his 9 years of imprisonment, mr.Gewrgiadis suffered more than 100 transfers, so he has seen the situation in most prisons of the country. Most prisoners, he describes, sleep on the floor because the mattresses are dirty and have bugs and other... insects. The conditions are dramatic, especially in the summer months. “You know how many times I thought I wont survive the heat in prison? The atmosphere is suffocating. No brooms or mops or cleaning products were given to us to clean. In the hospital even if your dying, a doctor wont come near you. You have to walk a long hallway for a doctor to see you. They don't come in not out of fear but out of disgust...”. He said.
The long hallway is seen clearly in the photos, just as the overpopulation in the hospital. The patients with wheelchairs are obligated to move from bed to bed to get to a point where they can get into the wheelchair... The lack of medical and nurse staff complete the scene of shame.

Garbage everywhere, toilets that are only... a hole, that cannot be cleaned and dont even have a door!”, describes Ioanna Drosou from the Initiative for the Rights of the Prisoners. “A main demand of the prisoners is that the Saint Pauls hospital of Koridallos prison should be part of the National Health System. Despite the fact that two years ago, it was decided that the hospital will become part of this system, in reality this is still not happened”, she explains.

Leave days
An institution that is slowly disappearing
After the attempt of known prisoner Vaggelis Pallis last saturday to end his life because he received another negative answer to the application he had made for leave days, the topic of the prisoners leave days comes back to the spot light.
The institution of leave days is the most important channel of contact the prisoners have with the outside world and it helps with social rehabilitation. With the excuse of “bad use of leave days” the rise of the exceptions to the rule, this institution seems to becoming extinct. Although, from its beginning until today only a small percentage of prisoners, less than 4%, use their leave days wrongly” the Initiative sais.
Recent legislation changes, like law number N.3772/09 that was voted while Dendias was minister, restricts the practice of leave days relevantly defines the criteria, resulting, as the members of the “Iniative” say, to the cutting without reason or even with the usual reasons. It also remains the problem of the convicted of the drug law, since with the legislation N.3811/09 they still are not eligible for benefits such as leave days or transfer to a farm prison after they serve 1/5 of their sentence. 
boubourAs translation for actforfreedomnow!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

FIGHTING IN THE NEW TERRAIN (CRIMETHINC)

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Sunday, 29 August 2010


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Overture: The More Things Change…

Once, the basic building block of patriarchy was the nuclear family, and calling for its abolition was a radical demand. Now families are increasingly fragmented—yet has this fundamentally expanded women’s power or children’s autonomy?

Once, the mainstream media consisted of only a few television and radio channels. These have not only multiplied into infinity but are being supplanted by forms of media such as Facebook, Youtube, and Twitter. But has this done away with passive consumption? And how much more control over these formats do users really have, structurally speaking?

Once, movies represented the epitome of a society based on spectatorship; today, video games let us star in our own shoot-'em-up epics, and the video game industry does as much business as Hollywood. In an audience watching a movie, everyone is alone; the most you can do is boo if the storyline outrages you. In the new video games, on the other hand, you can interact with virtual versions of other players in real time. But is this greater freedom? Is it more togetherness?

Once, one could speak of a social and cultural mainstream, and subculture itself seemed subversive. Now “diversity” is at a premium for our rulers, and subculture is an essential motor of consumer society: the more identities, the more markets.

Once, people grew up in the same community as their parents and grandparents, and travel could be considered a destabilizing force interrupting static social and cultural configurations. Today life is characterized by constant movement as people struggle to keep up with the demands of the market; in place of repressive configurations, we have permanent transience, universal atomization.

Once, laborers stayed at one workplace for years or decades, developing the social ties and common reference points that made old-fashioned unions possible. Today, employment is increasingly temporary and precarious, as more and more workers shift from factories and unions to service industry and compulsory flexibility.

Once, wage labor was a distinct sphere of life, and it was easy to recognize and rebel against the ways our productive potential was exploited. Now every aspect of existence is becoming “work,” in the sense of activity that produces value in the capitalist economy: glancing at one’s email account, one increases the capital of those who sell advertisements. In place of distinct specialized roles in the capitalist economy, we increasingly see flexible, collective production of capital, much of which goes unpaid.

Once, the world was full of dictatorships in which power was clearly wielded from above and could be contested as such. Now these are giving way to democracies that seem to include more people in the political process, thus legitimizing the repressive powers of the state.

Once, the essential unit of state power was the nation, and nations competed among themselves to assert their individual interests. In the era of capitalist globalization, the interests of state power transcend national boundaries, and the dominant mode of conflict is not war but policing. This is occasionally employed against rogue nations, but continuously implemented against people.

Once, one could draw lines, however arbitrary, between the so-called First World and Third World. Today the First World and the Third World coexist in every metropolis, and white supremacy is administered in the United States by an African-American president.

Fighting in the New Terrain

At the turn of the century, we could only imagine anarchism as a desertion from
an all-powerful social order.
Ten years ago, as starry-eyed young maniacs, we published Days of War, Nights of Love, unexpectedly one of the best-selling anarchist books of the following decade.[1] Although controversial at the time, in retrospect it was fairly representative of what many anarchists were calling for: immediacy, decentralization, do-it-yourself resistance to capitalism. We added some more provocative elements: anonymity, plagiarism, crime, hedonism, the refusal of work, the delegitimization of history in favor of myth, the idea that revolutionary struggle could be a romantic adventure.

Our approach was shaped by a specific historical context. The Soviet bloc had recently collapsed and the impending political, economic, and ecological crises had yet to come into view; capitalist triumphalism was at its peak. We focused on undermining middle class values because they seemed to define everyone’s aspirations; we presented anarchist struggle as an individual project because it was difficult to imagine anything else. As the anti-globalization movement gathered momentum in the US and gave way to the anti-war movement, we came to conceptualize struggle more collectively, though still as originating from a personal decision to oppose a firmly rooted status quo.

Today, much of what we proclaimed has become passé. As capitalism has shifted into a state of perpetual crisis and technological innovations have penetrated deeper into every aspect of life, instability, decentralization, and anonymity have come to characterize our society without bringing the world of our dreams any closer.

Radicals often think they are out in a wasteland, disconnected from society, when in fact they are its cutting edge—though not necessarily moving towards the goals they espouse. As we later argued in Rolling Thunder #5, resistance is the motor of history: it drives social, political, and technological developments, forcing the prevailing order to innovate constantly in order to outflank or absorb opposition. Thus we can contribute to tremendous transformations without ever achieving our object.

This is not to credit radicals with the agency to determine world events, so much as to assert that we often find ourselves unconsciously on their cusp. Measured against the infinities of history, all agency is infinitesimal—but the very notion of political theory presumes that it is still possible to utilize this agency meaningfully.

When we strategize for individual campaigns, we have to take care not to make demands that can be defused by partial reforms, lest our oppressors neutralize us by simply granting them. Some examples of easily co-opted radical programs are so obvious that it is practically vulgar to point them out: bicycle fetishism, “sustainable” technology, “buying local” and other forms of ethical consumerism, volunteer work that mitigates the suffering caused by global capitalism without challenging its roots.

But this phenomenon can also occur on a structural level. We should look at the ways we have called for broad social change that could take place without shaking the foundations of capitalism and hierarchy—so that next time our efforts can take us all the way.

Today it must become a line of flight
out of a collapsing world.

Not Working—Did It Work?

The defining provocation of our early years was to take literally the Situationists’ dictum NEVER WORK. A few of us decided to test out on our own skin whether this was actually possible. This bit of bravado showed all the genius of untutored youth, and all the perils. Though countless others had trodden this road before, for us it was as if we were the first primates to be shot into space. In any case, we were doing something, taking the dream of revolution seriously as a project one might initiate in one’s own life immediately, with—as we used to say—an aristocratic disdain for consequences.

It’s tempting to brush this off as mere performance art. Yet we have to understand it as an early attempt to answer the question that still faces would-be revolutionaries in the US and Western Europe: What could interrupt our obedience? Contemporary insurrectionists are attempting to ask this same question now, though the answers many of them offer are equally limited. By themselves, neither voluntary unemployment nor gratuitous vandalism seem to be capable of jerking society into a revolutionary situation.[2] Despite everything, we stand by our initial hunch that it will take a new way of living to bring about such a situation; it’s not just a matter of putting in enough hours at the same old tasks. The essential fabric of our society—the curtain that stands between us and another world—is above all the good behavior of exploited and excluded alike.

Within a decade, history rendered our experiment obsolete, perversely granting our demand for an unemployable class. US unemployment rates, alleged to be at 4% in the year 2000, had climbed to 10% by the end of 2009—only counting people known to be actively looking for work. The excess of consumer society once offered dropouts a certain margin of error; the economic crisis eroded this and gave a decidedly involuntary flavor to joblessness.

It turns out capitalism has no more use for us than we have for it. This doesn’t just go for anarchist dropouts, but for millions of workers in the US. Despite the economic crisis, major corporations are currently reporting enormous earnings—but instead of using this income to hire more employees, they’re investing in foreign markets, purchasing new technology to reduce their need for employees, and paying out dividends to stockholders. What’s good for General Motors is not good for the country after all;[3] the most profitable companies in the US right now are shifting both production and consumption to “developing markets” overseas.

In this context, dropout culture looks a bit like a voluntary austerity program; it’s convenient for the wealthy if we reject consumer materialism, since there’s not enough to go around anyway. In the late 20th century, when the majority of people identified with their jobs, refusing to pursue employment as self-realization expressed a rejection of capitalist values. Now erratic employment and identification with one’s leisure activities rather than one’s career path have been normalized as an economic position rather than a political one.

Capitalism is also incorporating our assertion that people should act according to their consciences instead of for a wage. In an economy full of opportunities to sell one’s labor, it makes sense to emphasize the importance of other motivations for activity; in a precarious economy, being willing to work for free has different implications. The state increasingly relies on the same do-it-yourself ethic that once animated the punk underground to offset the deleterious effects of capitalism. It is cheaper to let environmentalists volunteer to clean up the BP oil spill than to pay employees to do this, for example. The same goes for Food Not Bombs if it is treated as a charity program rather than a way of establishing subversive flows of resources and camaraderie.

Today the challenge is not to persuade people to refuse to sell their labor, but to demonstrate how a redundant class can survive and resist. Unemployment we have in abundance—we need to interrupt the processes that produce poverty.


New Technologies, Outmoded Strategies


In the second half of the 20th century, radicals based themselves in subcultural enclaves from which to launch assaults on mainstream society. The call for confrontational unemployment presumed a context of existing countercultural spaces in which people could invest themselves in something else.

The cultural landscape is different today; subculture itself seems to function differently. Thanks to new communications technology, it develops and spreads much faster, and is replaced just as quickly. Punk rock, for example, is no longer a secret society into which high school students are initiated by classmates’ mix tapes. It is still generated by the participants, but now as a consumer market mediated via impersonal venues such as message boards and downloading. It’s no surprise if people are less personally invested in it: as easily as they discovered it, they can move on to something else. In a world composed of information, subculture no longer appears to be outside society, indicating a possible line of escape, but rather one of many zones within it, a mere matter of taste.

Meanwhile, the internet has transformed anonymity from the province of criminals and anarchists into a feature of everyday communication. Yet unexpectedly, it also fixes political identities and positions in place according to a new logic. The landscape of political discourse is mapped in advance by URLs; it’s difficult to produce a mythology of collective power and transformation when every statement is already located in a known constellation. A poster on a wall could have been put up by anyone; it seems to indicate a general sentiment, even if it only represents one person’s ideas. A statement on a website, on the other hand, appears in a world permanently segregated into ideological ghettos. The myth of CrimethInc. as a decentralized underground anyone could participate in inspired a great deal of activity until the topography of the internet slowly concentrated attention on a single webpage.

Thus the internet has simultaneously fulfilled and rendered obsolete the potential we saw in subculture and anonymity. One could say the same of our advocacy of plagiarism; a decade ago we thought we were taking an extreme position against authorship and intellectual property when in fact we were barely ahead of the curve. The weeks we spent combing libraries for images to reuse foreshadowed a world in which practically everyone does the same thing with Google Image Search for their blogs. Conventional notions of authorship are being superseded by new forms of production, such as crowdsourcing, that point to a possible future in which free volunteer labor will be a major part of the economy—as a part of capitalism rather than an opposition to it.


Here we arrive at one of the most pernicious ways our wishes have been granted in form rather than content. Free distribution, once thought to demonstrate a radical alternative to capitalist models, is now taken for granted in a society in which the means of material production are still held hostage by capitalists.[4] Electronic formats lend themselves to free distribution of information; this forces those who produce material formats such as newspapers to give them away, too, or go out of business—to be replaced by bloggers happy to work for free. Meanwhile, food, housing, and other necessities—not to mention the hardware required to access electronic formats—are as expensive as ever. This situation offers a certain amount of access to the dispossessed while benefiting those who already control vast resources; it is perfect for an era of high unemployment in which it will be necessary to placate the jobless and make use of them. It implies a future in which a wealthy elite will use free labor from a vast body of precarious and unemployed workers to maintain its power and their dependence.

This is all the more gruesome in that this free labor will be absolutely voluntary, and will appear to benefit the general public rather than the elite.


Perhaps the central contradiction of our age is that the new technologies and social forms horizontalize production and distribution of information, yet make us more dependent on corporate products.

Decentralizing Hierarchy: Participation as Subjugation

At the close of the 1990s, anarchists championed participation, decentralization, and individual agency. Building on our experiences in the do-it-yourself underground, we helped popularize the viral model, in which a format developed in one context could be reproduced worldwide. Exemplified by programs like Food Not Bombs and tactics such as the Black Bloc, this helped spread a particular anti-authoritarian culture from New York to New Zealand.

At the time, we were responding both to the limitations of the previous century’s political and technological models and to emerging opportunities to transcend them. This put us near the forefront of innovations that reshaped capitalist society. For example, TXTmob, the SMS text messaging program developed by the Institute for Applied Autonomy for protests at the Democratic and Republican National Conventions, served as a model for Twitter. Similarly, one can interpret the networks of the international do-it-yourself underground, formalized in guidebooks like Book Your Own Fucking Life, as forerunners of Myspace and Facebook. Meanwhile, the viral model is now best known for viral marketing.

So consumer culture has caught up to us, integrating our escape attempt into the maintenance of the spectacle we rejected and offering everyone else the opportunity to “escape” as well. Bored by unidirectional network television programming, the modern consumer can do her own programming, albeit still at a physical and emotional distance from her fellow viewers. Our longings for more agency and participation have been granted, but inside a framework still fundamentally determined by capitalism. The demand that everyone become a subject rather than an object has been realized: now we are the subjects administering our own alienation, fulfilling the Situationist dictum that the spectacle is not just the world of appearances but rather the social system in which human beings only interact as their prescribed roles.[5]

Even fascists are trying to get in on decentralization and autonomy. In Europe, “Autonomous Nationalists” have appropriated radical aesthetics and formats, utilizing anticapitalist rhetoric and black bloc tactics. This is not simply a matter of our enemies attempting to disguise themselves as us, though it certainly muddies the waters: it also indicates an ideological split in fascist circles as the younger generation attempts to update its organizational models for the 21st century. Fascists in the US and elsewhere are engaged in the same project under the paradoxical banner of “National Anarchism”; if they succeed in persuading the general public that anarchism is a form of fascism, our prospects will be bleak indeed.


“Autonomous Nationalists” (Somebody please put these morons out of our misery!)



What does it mean if fascists, the foremost proponents of hierarchy, can employ the decentralized structures we pioneered? The 20th century taught us the consequences of using hierarchical means to pursue supposedly non-hierarchical ends. The 21st century may show us how supposedly non-hierarchical means can produce hierarchical ends.

Extrapolating from these developments and others, we might hypothesize that we are moving towards a situation in which the foundation of hierarchical society will not be permanent centralization of power, but the standardization of certain disempowering forms of socializing, decision-making, and values. These appear to spread spontaneously, though in fact they only appear desirable because of what is absent in the social context imposed on us.

But—decentralized hierarchies? This sounds like a Zen koan. Hierarchy is the concentration of power in the hands of a few. How can it be decentralized?

To make sense of this, let’s go back to Foucault’s conception of the panopticon. Jeremy Bentham designed the panopticon as a model to make prisons and workplaces more efficient; it is a circular building in which all the rooms open inward on a courtyard, so as to be viewed from a central observation tower. The inmates cannot see what goes on in the tower, but they know they may be under observation from it at any given moment, so they eventually internalize this surveillance and control. In a word, power sees without looking, while the observed look without seeing.


Panopticon


In the panopticon, power is already based in the periphery rather than the center, in that control is chiefly maintained by the inmates themselves.[6] Workers compete to be capitalists rather than establishing common cause as a class; fascists enforce oppressive relationships autonomously, without state oversight. Domination is not imposed from above but is a function of participation itself.

Simply to participate in society, we must accept the mediation of structures determined by forces outside our control. For example, our friendships increasingly pass through Facebook, cellular phones, and other technologies that map our activities and relationships for corporations as well as government intelligence; these formats also shape the content of the friendships themselves. The same goes for our economic activities: in place of simple poverty we have loans and credit ratings—we are not a class without property, but a class driven by debt. And once again, all this appears voluntary, or even as “progress.”

What does it look like to resist in this context? Everything seemed so much easier in 1917 when proletarians worldwide dreamed of storming the Winter Palace. Two generations later, the equivalent seemed to be taking over the headquarters of network television; this fantasy reappeared in a Hollywood action movie as recently as 2005. Now, it’s increasingly obvious that global capitalism has no center, no heart through which to drive a stake.

In fact, this development is a boon to anarchists, in that it closes the way to top-down forms of struggle. There are no shortcuts now, and no justifications for taking them—there will be no more “provisional” dictatorships. The authoritarian revolutions of the 20th century are behind us for good; if revolt is to break out, anarchist practices will have to spread.

Some have argued that in the absence of a center, when the aforementioned virus is much more dangerous than the frontal assault, the task is not so much to pick the correct target as to popularize a new way of fighting. If this has not yet occurred, maybe it is simply because anarchists have yet to develop an approach that strikes others as practical. When we demonstrate concrete solutions to the problems posed by the capitalist disaster, perhaps these will catch on.

But this is tricky. Such solutions have to resonate beyond any particular subculture in an era in which every innovation instantly generates and is contained by subculture. They must somehow refuse and interrupt the forms of participation essential to the maintenance of order, both the ones predicated on integration and the ones predicated on marginality. They have to provide for people’s immediate needs while giving rise to insurgent desires leading elsewhere. And if we advance solutions that turn out not to address the root causes of our problems—as we did a decade ago—we will only inoculate the ruling order against this generation’s resistance.

When it comes to contagious solutions, perhaps the Greek riots of 2008 during which all the banks were burned were less significant than the day-to-day practices in Greece of occupying buildings, seizing and redistributing food, and gathering publicly outside the logic of commerce. Or perhaps the riots were equally significant: not just as a material attack on the enemy but as a festival affirming a radically different way of being.


Destabilization of Society: Double or Nothing


In the 1990s, capitalism appeared eminently stable, if not unassailable. Anarchists fantasized about riots, catastrophes, and industrial collapse precisely because these seemed impossible—and because, in their absence, it appeared that they could only be a good thing.

All that changed starting in September 2001. A decade later, crises and catastrophes are all too familiar. The notion that the world is coming to an end is practically banal; who hasn’t read a report about global warming and shrugged? The capitalist empire is obviously overextended and few still believe it is going to last forever. For now, however, it seems to be able to utilize these catastrophes to consolidate control, passing on the costs to the oppressed.[7]

As globalization intensifies the distance between classes, some of the disparities between nations seem to be leveling out. Social support structures in Europe and the US are being dismantled just as economic growth shifts to China and India; National Guardsmen who served in Iraq are being deployed in the US to maintain order during summit protests and natural disasters. This is consistent with the general trend away from static, spatialized hierarchies towards dynamic, decentralized means of maintaining inequalities. In this new context, 20th century notions about privilege and identity are increasingly simplistic.

Our enemies to the Right have already mobilized their reaction to the era of globalization and decentralization. We can see this from the Tea Party in the US to nationalist movements throughout Europe and religious fundamentalism worldwide. While Western Europe has agglomerated into the European Union, Eastern Europe has been Balkanized into dozens of nation-states teeming with fascists eager to capitalize on popular discontent. Religious fundamentalism is a comparatively recent phenomenon in the Middle East, having taken hold in the wake of failed secular “national liberation” movements as an exaggerated reaction to Western cultural imperialism. If we permit proponents of hierarchy to monopolize opposition to the prevailing order, anarchists will simply disappear from the stage of history.

Others are already disappearing from this stage. As the middle class erodes in Europe,[8] traditional Left parties are dying out with it, and far Right parties are taking all the ground they lose.

If the Left continues to recede into extinction, anarchism will be the only game left in town for radicals.[9] This will open a space in which we can make our case to all who have lost faith in political parties. But are we prepared to fight it out with global capitalism on our own, without allies? Escalating conflict is a gamble: as soon as we attract the attention of the state, we have to play double or nothing, attempting to mobilize enough popular support to outflank the inevitable counterattack. Every riot has to be followed by an even broader outreach campaign, not a retreat into the shadows—a tall order in the face of backlash and repression.

Perhaps it would be better if history were moving slowly enough that we had time to build up a massive popular movement. Unfortunately we may not have a choice in the matter. Ready or not, the instability we wished for is here; we will either change the world or perish with it.

So it is high time to dispense with strategies founded on the stasis of the status quo. At the same time, crisis keeps one locked in a perpetual present, reacting to constant stimuli rather than acting strategically. At our current capacity, we can do little to mitigate the effects of capitalist catastrophes. Our job is rather to set off chain reactions of revolt; we should evaluate everything we undertake in this light.

In this context, it is more important than ever not to see ourselves as the protagonists of insurrection. The currently existing social body of anarchists in the US is numerous enough to catalyze social upheavals, but not nearly numerous enough to carry them out. As a comrade from Void Network never tires of emphasizing, “We don’t make the insurrection. We do some organizing; everyone makes the insurrection.”

This will demand a lot from each of us. Ten thousand anarchists willing to go to the same lengths as Enric Duran, the patron saint of debt defaulters, could constitute a real force, seizing resources with which to establish alternative infrastructures and setting a public example of disobedience that could spread far and wide.[10] That would bring “dropping out” up to date for the new era. It’s terrifying to imagine going to such lengths—but in a collapsing world, terror waits ahead whether we choose it or not.

Everyone who has participated in a black bloc knows it’s safest in the front. Double or nothing.

Conclusion: Forbidden Pleasures

But enough about strategy. There was one demand in Days of War, Nights of Love that could not be realized in any form under capitalism: the idea that unmediated life could become intense and joyous. We expressed this in our conception of resistance as a romantic adventure capable of fulfilling all the desires produced but never consummated by consumer society. Despite all the tribulation and heartbreak of the past decade, this challenge still lingers like hope at the bottom of Pandora’s box.

We still stand by this demand. We don’t resist simply out of duty or habit or thirst for vengeance, but because we want to live fully, to make the most of our limitless potential. We are anarchist revolutionaries because it seems there is no way to find out what that means without at least a little fighting.

As many hardships as it may entail, our struggle is a pursuit of joy—to be more precise, it is a way of generating new forms of joy. If we lose sight of this, no one else will join us, nor should they. Enjoying ourselves is not simply something we must do to be strategic, to win recruits; it is an infallible indication of whether or not we have anything to offer.

As austerity becomes the watchword of our rulers, the pleasures available on the market will be increasingly ersatz. The turn to virtual reality is practically an admission that real life is not—cannot be—fulfilling. We should prove otherwise, discovering forbidden pleasures that point the way to another world.

Ironically, ten years ago this one sensible demand was the most controversial aspect of our program. Nothing makes people more defensive than the suggestion that they can and should enjoy themselves: this triggers all their shame at their failures to do so, all their resentment towards those they feel must be monopolizing pleasure, and a great deal of lingering Puritanism besides.

In Fragments of an Anarchist Anthropology [pdf], David Graeber speculates that

if one wishes to inspire ethnic hatred, the easiest way to do so is to concentrate on the bizarre, perverse ways in which the other group is assumed to pursue pleasure. If one wishes to emphasize commonality, the easiest way is to point out that they also feel pain.
This formula is tragically familiar to anyone who has witnessed radicals caricaturing each other. Declaring that you have experienced heavenly pleasure—especially in something that actually violates the regime of control, such as shoplifting or fighting police—is an invitation for others to heap scorn upon you. And perhaps this formula also explains why anarchists can come together when the state murders Brad Will or Alexis Grigoropoulos but cannot set aside our differences to fight equally fiercely for the living.



Death mobilizes us, catalyzes us. The reminder of our own mortality liberates us, enabling us to act without fear—for nothing is more terrifying than the possibility that we could live out our dreams, that something is truly at stake in our lives. If only we knew that the world were ending, we would finally be able to risk everything—not just because we would have nothing to lose, but because we would no longer have anything to win.

But if we want to be anarchists, we are going to have to embrace the possibility that our dreams can come true—and fight accordingly. We are going to have to choose life over death for once, pleasure over pain. We are going to have to begin.

Notes:

[1] At the time, we had no idea the book would reach anyone at all. A fierce argument took place shortly before it went to print over whether to print 1000 or 1500 copies, which concluded with one CrimethInc. agent declaring that he would pay for the extra 500 copies himself and give them away. Instead, we went through fourteen printings over the next ten years; as of this writing, well over 55,000 print copies are in circulation, not counting the various translations.
[2] To be fair, the insurrectionist mantra of attack is more up to date than our boycott of wage labor. The latter presumed that the economy requires our participation; the former accepts that it does not, and focuses on interrupting it by other means.
[3] This is even more sticking in light of the fact that General Motors is now predominantly owned by the US government
[4] In the mid-1990s, the most radical do-it-yourself bands fantasized about being able to give away their records as a political statement; now every band practically has to give away their music just to get started. While it appears at first glance that music is being decommodified, in fact musicians are being compelled to provide free labor that reinforces consumer dependence on new commodities such as computers and smartphones. Benefit records used to be able to raise significant quantities of money for political prisoners and other causes outside the logic of the exchange economy; today this is much more difficult. Thus free distribution can serve to concentrate capital in the hands of capitalists, undercutting the resistance strategies of the previous generation.
[5] “The spectacle is not a collection of images; it is a social relation between people that is mediated by images.” –Guy Debord, Society of the Spectacle
[6] The inmate of the panopticon “assumes responsibility for the constraints of power; he makes them play spontaneously upon himself; he inscribes in himself the power relation in which he simultaneously plays both roles; he becomes the principle of his own subjection.” –Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish
[7] Let us not forget that from 1945 to 1989 capitalism thrived by exploiting another ongoing catastrophe, the Cold War, in which a series of conflicts and crises threatened to end in nuclear Armageddon. Instability and the specter of the end of the world can be very useful to our rulers. We can imagine a future in which the repressive measures necessary to maintain industrial capitalism are justified on ecological grounds the same way that a generation ago the repressive measures necessary to maintain the democracy of the market were justified as protecting freedom.
[8] Contrary to its mythology, the Left exists to defend the interests of the middle class, not the poor. The welfare programs of social democracy were established to appease the oppressed instead of granting them an equal say in society. Likewise, “sustainable” capitalism—tellingly, the latest cause to reinvigorate the Left—is more about sustaining capitalism than sustaining life on earth.
[9] Of course, if anarchists become more effective, we will probably see Leftist organizing revive, in part as a means of co-opting resistance.
[10] Now that God is dead, perhaps we can disbelieve debt out of existence—or even money, if enough of us treat it as a fiction.
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Guards open fire during 'major riot' at California prison

-- Staff at California's Folsom State Prison worked Saturday to determine the cause of a "major riot" in the prison yard a day earlier that involved 200 inmates, officials there said.
The Friday night melee sent seven inmates to area hospitals with non-life threatening injuries, prison spokesman Lt. Anthony Gentile said Saturday.
There were no fatalities, said spokesman Luis Patino of the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation.
No corrections officers were injured.
Five inmates are being treated for gunshot wounds, Gentile told CNN on Saturday. The other two are being treated for injuries that they inflicted on one another, he said.
"At this point we have reviewed some of our surveillance tapes and all we've been able to gather it just erupted all at once," Gentile told CNN. "It doesn't appear to have stemmed from one specific incident, but this is preliminary."
The disturbance appeared to start on the handball court in the main exercise yard, Gentile said.
"Staff were using chemical agents, initially, in an attempt to quell the incident," he said. "The inmates failed to comply with the chemical agents. It was just not affecting them."
"Then we deployed 40 millimeter rubber bullets," he continued. "That didn't stop the fight. It just kept going. Finally we had to resort to (a) more lethal force option... some of the combatants were fired upon and were struck."
It took roughly 45 to 50 prison staff members 30 minutes to contain the riot, Gentile said.
The riot started after dinner, around 7:30 p.m. (10:30 p.m. ET) during the inmates' exercise time. "Basically, it started at the handball court and just gradually migrated to several areas of the main yard to encompass nearly the entire main yard population," Gentile said.
The prison was under lockdown as inmates and staff were interviewed in an attempt to determine the cause of the riot.
Gentile said that he didn't know what charges the riot's "combatants" might face. The prison has "a disciplinary process that could effectively extend their stay in the institution."
Folsom State Prison is about 20 miles from Sacramento. It is California's second-oldest state prison and houses medium-security inmates, according to the department of corrections.
Music legend Johnny Cash, who wrote "Folsom Prison Blues," performed for inmates and recorded an album there in 1968.

Behind the Walls that Cage the Beast: Reflections on Prison


28 08 2010 from this is our job site...
From Tokata (August 20, 2010):
The startling reality experienced by inmates in Spanish prisons, as told by a medical student who spent a month interning at one.
I don’t know how to begin writing. I spent a month interning at a prison, and knowing that it’s over makes me feel a strange jumble of emotions. I’m getting a lump in my throat as I write this. The pain that pressures my eyes and knots my throat is mixed with impotence and rage. Previously, I was able to imagine it. Now I’ve experienced it. I’ve seen it for myself. Human misery, institutionalized. I suppose it has something to do with what the experience called forth from the deepest part of my being, which I insist on calling “humanity” because I profess the faith of those who think humanity is a principle shared by the entire human race. Although, after everything, now may be the worst time to keep believing that. Humanity arises out of witnessing other people suffer. Humanity torments me with the knowledge that I can do little to alleviate that suffering. Humanity asks how many more must be buried alive in reinforced concrete tombs before this decomposing society understands that barbarism is not a thing of the past, but very much of the present, paid for by our taxes. Like Koma say: “Two years, / Four months and a day, / Justice: / Punishment.” The vengeance that in days gone by was unleashed on the gallows in full view of the people is now reduced to four walls and carried out in the darkness of these “democratic” institutions. But we are not more “civilized.” It’s still vengeance: refined, but in the end irrational.
Professionally, prison turned out to be an interesting place. You almost can’t get bored, as almost nothing is routine. Individuals deprived of liberty in a place as squalid as a penitentiary center lose much more than liberty. They are now typically considered an “at-risk group,” as the epidemiologists say. At risk to suffer from tuberculosis, HIV, hepatitis, numerous fungal infections, various gastrointestinal ailments, cancers, drug addictions, injuries, tooth loss, sensory defects, premature aging. At risk to die hanging from a rope, at risk to die from overdose, at risk to bleed to death, at risk to be scarred for life, at risk to lose their minds. At risk to never again see their family and friends, at risk to lose everything they were. At risk to adapt to living a non-life, and never again being able to really feel alive. No, you can’t get bored. There’s plenty of time, plenty of time to think about how to make this worthless place explode.
I saw a twenty-year-old kid on the verge of an attempted ketoacidosic coma, overwhelmed by who knows what kind of personal anguish. I saw people drugged, strung out on benzodiazepenes—prescribed by the doctors themselves—in an attempt to “trim” their sentence, to “steal a few days from the judge.” I saw people who had never been drug addicts hooked on methadone just because the public defender told them that being in the PMM (Methadone Maintenance Program) would reduce the sentence requested by the prosecutor. I saw dozens of broken fifth metacarpal bones caused by an attack of rage, a moment of inevitable clarity that shatters the mind for a second and makes you strike the wall or door of your cell. The doctors here call it venting. My view is that through pain the prisoner frees himself from the alienation suffered by everyone in these death camps, and takes possession of the only thing the state hasn’t stolen from him: his own body. They cut their bodies to make almost any kind of demand, “carving up” their wrists until a doctor comes to stitch them up, and the wound heals but the scar remains. Arms covered by cuts. Full of ugly scars that remind. Remind you of the Trankimazin you weren’t given, the leave you were denied, the transportation that wasn’t requested, the paperwork that never reached its destination. Scars you will never get rid of, no matter how much they heal. Scars that confirm you are not a person, but a prisoner.
“Shit. The tears are coming. Damn this sick world.”
I saw an X-ray of Mohamed’s digestive tract, which showed a battery. A desperate attempt to pressure the “esteemed warden” into requesting a transfer to Ceuta prison, where Mohamed’s relatives could come see him. I saw a guard make a mother who came to visit her son wait behind a gate, five meters from the prison entrance, just to “teach her a lesson.” The guard snidely claimed the woman “rang the bell too much” (there is a bell just outside the prison gates that notifies the guard to open them for visitors once he is certain that no escape attempt is in progress) and “would stay out there a while so she learns.” Cretin.
Doors that only open if the preceding door is closed. Unyielding doors. Made out of metal and security glass. Security, security, security. The jailer sits inside a guard post made out of the same materials and painted the distinctive color of bureaucratic space: yellow. To communicate with him, there is a five-by-ten centimeter pane of glass set between two horizontal metal bars. There are two small holes in the glass, one of which slides open. To speak, you have to bend over, since the hole is at waist level. You thus have to speak with the institution’s representative while kneeling. As the layout of a city—its streets, parks, and squares—reflects the character and culture of its population, the prison layout reflects the prisoner’s submission to the institution, as well as the contempt society has for him.
Prison projects an image that is tough but fair. The stench of sewage that hits you as soon as you get to the parking lot seems to subtly, or not so subtly (you don’t have to be very refined to sense it), foreshadow what is really concealed within. After a few days inside, you soon discover what is hidden behind that revolting exterior (the glass on the upper floors can’t be cleaned because none of the windows open, nor is there a mechanism to open them, so they are covered with the accumulated filth of many years). In fact, the plants and the fountain in the main yard and in the yards of some of the cell blocks make for a pleasant view of the premises. On the other hand, the faces of the inmates, their toothless mouths, their premature wrinkles, their carved up arms, and their “jailhouse” tattoos contradict those first impressions. Of course, blinded by prejudice, few accidental visitors would likely be able to appreciate all this without perceiving it as yet another curiosity in the complex, strange, separate world of prison.
When an inmate—one of the infirmary orderlies (prisoners work at certain posts: laundry, kitchen, cleaning), with whom I was fortunate enough to have contact—returned from his first leave, he mentioned to me: “Man, I didn’t realize how much it’s changed out there.” One more of so many who lose their youth in this meticulously conceived death camp for the human mind, designed in accordance with the following formula: time = work = money. Also, crime ≈ lost money, which is equivalent to a crime “against society” (better still, against the society imposed on us) and paid for with the loss of liberty for a certain period of time. The most absurd idea, perfectly implanted in people’s minds, devised by the capitalist machinery in its desire to conform the infinite nuances of human life to the gold standard. That’s why the rich man strolls right past prison, while the poor man “pays the hard way” (a prison expression referring to the years of a sentence served without setting foot on the outside, without leave, grade three, or conditional liberty, which is quite common since these privileges can be revoked for many years via a mere disciplinary report that can be given for almost anything) with a lengthy sentence. That’s why, among other things, three-quarters of the prison population doesn’t make more than minimum wage. (Ministry of the Interior data from two years ago. I just checked the Web site, and they’ve changed it. The salary statistics search is no longer there. Corrupt state. Bastard politicians.)
Today I remembered a revealing incident. An inmate was complaining about swelling in his hand. Two days earlier, he had made an emergency visit to the infirmary wing, stoned on “benzo” (dazed; presenting slight miosis and hypersensitivity to direct, bright light; and talking as if he had a speech defect, without pronouncing the letter “r” properly), with swelling in his right hand and pain in his fifth metacarpal bone (he had punched his cell door). X-rays didn’t show a break, so he was given anti-inflammatories and his finger was put in a Prim splint (the kind that have padding on one side and aluminum on the other, of course prohibited in prison—like almost everything—because of security, although that doesn’t mean shit to the doctors). Now, during exam hours in his cell block (block five), he shows up with swelling in his hand and threatens to report the doctor for not wanting to treat him immediately. (This doctor’s usual protocol is that inmates who don’t sign up for the weekly exam in their cell block are treated at the end, when those who signed up in advance are finished. This allows only certain things to be treated, since the patient’s chart is not in his cell block but back at the infirmary because he didn’t register in advance, or because the guard either didn’t feel like registering him or forgot to.) The doctor finally offers to treat him, but the prisoner insists that he is going to report the doctor and asks for his full name. The doctor says he has the right to withhold his full name, but he gives his penitentiary identification number, which is enough for the report. The prisoner goes away. On the way back from the cell block to the infirmary, the doctor tells me that things in cell block five are a mess (it seems some of the inmates were getting organized and had come into the possession of several “shanks”) and that it’s better to not go on the attack because—among other things—the inmates are making weapons out of the aluminum from their splints. Now back in the infirmary, in the middle of an exam, a guard from cell block five shows up. He tells the doctor: “I have to mention this. Did you know that an inmate from my cell block filed a report on you?” The doctor answers: “Yes, yes, let him do what he wants. He has every right.” The guard replies: “No, it was just in case you wanted to file a report on him or something.” The doctor, writing distractedly in a chart, gestures with his hand for the guard to go away. All very fair. Who said anything about abuse?
Like when the solitary wing calls: “Two inmates were fighting.” The doctor shows up and there are actually four injured. The solitary wing, as the name indicates, contains prisoners who are classified as grade one (they live in isolation cells and have a separate yard and visiting hours) and prisoners who are being disciplined for various reasons (article 108 of the 1996 Penitentiary Regulations). The latter also live alone in isolation cells, theoretically for a maximum of fourteen days. How could four guys being disciplined in solitary have been fighting if they go out to the yard alone and spend the rest of the day in individual cells with forged iron doors that are five centimeters thick? Magic? No, penitentiary institutions. The eight guards who are in the wing to watch a maximum of twenty prisoners, with the best security measures and cameras all over the place, certainly had nothing to do with it. The strange thing is that the solitary wing—a real cement rat-hole—has a nonslip floor. Security concerns won’t allow a guard’s shoes to slip up when he’s “forced” to restrain a savage convict.
I saw an entire cell block, with a capacity of between 120 and 140 prisoners (block twelve), packed with the mentally ill. Illegal, completely illegal. Someone who is mentally ill should not be in prison, and the law says so. But illegality doesn’t matter to anyone here, much less when it’s socially justified by framing the question: “And if not, what do we do, set them free so they can attack or kill someone again?”
In prison, everything runs on shady deals. Among prisoners, but also among the administration. A document, a petition, a transfer request, an article 196 application (medical release) can take a half-hour, several hours, or three months to process. It all depends on whom you know, who owes you a favor, and who has it in for you. Sometimes these “little things” are misplaced—you know how it is—or accidentally wind up falling into a paper shredder in some office. These things happen.
I could continue to relate all the many paradoxes of this institution of justice and rehabilitation (prison rehabilitation: you enter and you leave, and you enter again and you leave, and you enter again, and so on until you die—according to 2008 data from the Ministry of the Interior, the recidivism rate is 60%), but I don’t want to end this document without mentioning the tragedy on the outside: the tragedy of the families, who serve the same sentence as the convict. At the entrance one morning, before they confirmed there was an order allowing me to enter the prison until a certain day to do my internship, I met a mother who had come from Alicante to visit her son. A fifteen-year sentence. She takes a bus ride from her homeland that lasts more than five hours. She gets to the penitentiary at around 6:30 a.m. for an 11:00 a.m. visit. At 8:00 a.m. (if she’s very lucky), the prison gates open, and she takes shelter from the morning cold. In the cafeteria, there is no one to serve her. It was closed because it wasn’t profitable. Too few customers. Sorry-looking vending machines substitute for actual service. She enters, and there she stays. Another 500 kilometers now lie between her and her return home, just so she can spend an hour-and-a-half with her son. All very humane, very humane.
Yet another prisoners’ “right” violated by the theft of their liberty.
A guard tells the doctor: “This one, this one is asking for a fix. He’ll just wind up drooling all over himself.” He’s referring to an agitated and rather aggressive prisoner whom I had personally treated, and who was now in the infirmary again. He had been in three different cells (the prison slang is chabolo), and in all three he had wound up getting into fights. They didn’t know where to put him. In cases like this, the doctor sometimes attributes the behavior to a psychiatric disorder and prescribes an “aguacate” (slang for Modecate, an injectable, long-lasting—several weeks—depot antipsychotic that has a very strong sedative effect, certainly the strongest among this particular class of antipsychotic). This often leads to drooling.
Death by overdose. The prisoner was examined just days earlier, suffering from a urinary tract infection. On the night in question, he complained to the guard that he couldn’t sleep. (In the cell blocks, the heat is unbearable. Prisoners who have a peculio—which is what an inmate’s bank account is called, since it is subject to special conditions and must be with Banco Satan-der, of course—buy electric fans. Sometimes they just endure it. There is air conditioning in all the cell blocks, but it’s never on—you know, to avoid pollution while saving some money, thus allowing them to hire more rehabilitating guards.) He also said he was going to take more medication. (Upon entering prison, the consumption of benzodiazepene tranquilizers—Trankimazin, Lexatin, Tranxilium, Rivotril, Valium, Sedotime, Noctamid, Dormicum—is the norm in order to overcome “adjustment problems.” They are often taken for the entire stay, whether needed or not.) The guard said that at 7:00 a.m. he heard the prisoner snoring. What he really heard was the prisoner’s death spasms, fading until he passed away. At around 8:00 a.m., when the doctor was called because the prisoner wasn’t present during rounds, he was already stiff, tucked away in his bunk, burning up. The thermometer was incapable of measuring the temperature of his lifeless body, which means it was likely 43ºC (109.4ºF) or higher. Thirteen have already gone this year. Too much heat, too much heat in the chabolo. Too much prison.
Everyone treated me well there. The doctors, the prisoners, and almost all the guards. I hope to print this document and be able to send it to the inmates I knew.  They taught me a lot, sometimes to the point of making me doubt they were really suffering, with their jokes, their braggadocio, and their cheerfulness. Human beings are marvelous, so capable of adapting to demented situations that it almost seems they aren’t suffering. But that’s not true. They suffer. They suffer, and cry, and get sick, and feel. And they bite their knuckles to avoid breaking their fifth metacarpal bones. And they lose their lives, like the rest of those who are locked up. It slips away between the bars. They sit and wait on the other side of a revolving door that I can go through, but they can’t. A fucking door. Just a door. And they are disciplined, and their minds adapt to that mix of barracks and high-school discipline so they don’t die, so they don’t switch off and wind up mentally handicapped, like so many others in this black hole. And they occupy their minds with trivial, passing things, absorbed in their work as orderlies or in poker games betting on cigarettes (a real privilege where they are), so they don’t flip out too much. And they strive to maintain relationships on the outside, which they very well know can’t last long. Oh yes, human beings are marvelous And they will remain locked up. They are whom the system and society label  as prisoners. Killers, murderers, butchers, abusers, thieves, grifters, pushers. Labels that put a price on their lives, on the rest of their lives. Criminals? I could digress about that concept (just ask Foucault). I will only say what I have been able to confirm for myself, like everything I have written so far: They are people. They could be my cousin, my brother, my father, my aunt. They could be me. They could be any one of my childhood friends. They could be my worst enemies. Neither better nor worse than anyone else. Punished. Trapped. Caged.
But I will learn how to make dynamite. To begin with, they already taught me the recipe for black powder. All in good time (a young anarchist’s fervor).
I watch time pass,
Tearing away my youth,
Murdered youth,
My concrete coffin.
Silent coffin,
Drifting through oblivion,
Carrying torment within,
No witnesses to my screams.
Treated like a beast,
My dignity trampled,
In the punishment cell,
I’m beaten like an animal,
Beatings I no longer feel,
I can’t stop shaking,
Electrodes tear at my body,
I just pissed myself.
Prison guard,
Once called jailer,
Loyal dog closely watching,
The keys to hell,
Hell for the poor,
Paradise for the rich,
Money is what counts,
More than the crime.
We live in a system,
They call civilized,
It condemns its mistakes,
To human cages.
And these democrats,
Poison-hearted,
Say they condemn terrorism,
In the name of human rights.
We watch time pass,
Tearing away the youth,
Of millions of prisoners,
Tomorrow it could be you.
We watch time pass,
Tearing away our youth,
Another howl now dies out,
In this coffin’s silence.
Prison guard,
Once called jailer,
Loyal dog closely watching,
The keys to hell,
Hell for the poor,
Paradise for the rich,
Money is what counts,
More than the crime.
(Christ’s Dead [Los Muertos De Cristo], “Silent Screams II” [“Los Gritos Del Silencio II”])
PS: Maybe the text should be in a different order. I wrote it down just the way it came out of me.
Against all forms of authority.
Solidarity, self-management, and action. Death to the state, and long live anarchy.
Take care of yourselves. Down with the prison walls!
—An irreverent, on Andalusian soil, in the early hours of August 13, 2010

ANOTHER PRISONER INJURY IN GREECE



The injury of another prisoner in Grevena prisons has caused riot today. Prisoners burnt their mattresses demanding better living conditions, more leave days etc. The conditions in most of democracy s hell holes are inhuman.

FIRE TO THE PRISONS

Vangelis Pallis (49 years old), aka ‘Apache’, seriously injured inside Trikala’s jail Saturday, August 28, 2010


This morning, at 9 o’ clock, Vangelis Pallis was found in his cell seriously injured in the neck by a piece of glass. The headquarters of the jail said that he did it by himself. The advocate ordered his cell to be sealed for further investigation. Vangelis Pallis is now in the intensive care, hospitalized in a very serious situation.
Vangelis Pallis has many times in the past participated in riots inside the jail. In the big riot in the jails in November 2008, as he was a member of thesteering committee, he was on a hunger strike for a long time. People that know him say that there is not even one chance in a million that he injured himself with his own will. As you understand, he is fighting against the cruel conditions of the jail. Therefore, our suspicions about what really happened are not unrealistic. Updates soon.
picture from athens.indymedia.org outside trikala jail aug 2010

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Vangelis Pallis (49 years old), aka ‘Apache’, seriously injured inside Trikala’s jail Saturday, August 28, 2010

greece

28 Αυγούστου 2010

This morning, at 9 o’ clock, Vangelis Pallis was found in his cell seriously injured in the neck by a piece of glass. The headquarters of the jail said that he did it by himself. The advocate ordered his cell to be sealed for further investigation. Vangelis Pallis is now in the intensive care, hospitalized in a very serious situation.
Vangelis Pallis has many times in the past participated in riots inside the jail. In the big riot in the jails in November 2008, as he was a member of the steering committee, he was on a hunger strike for a long time. People that know him say that there is not even one chance in a million that he injured himself with his own will. As you understand, he is fighting against the cruel conditions of the jail. Therefore, our suspicions about what really happened are not unrealistic. Updates soon.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Riot in prison belgium


LEUVEN – When during the night prison guards tried to put a prisoner in the isolation cell, he fought back and hurt two guards. The guards called the police for an intervention and a small riot followed where one cop got hurt. According to the prison director Henk Mortier the incident is to be minimized, but other sources speak about quite a heavy incident which proves again the ongoing unrest in the prison of Leuven.

Info-Night: On the Northwest Detention Center, Immigration, GEO Group, and the Prison World present

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Death penalty in Switzerland The committee behind a people’s initiative to restore capital punishment for murders involving sexual violence have decided to withdraw it.


Death penalty in Switzerland

Switzerland struck capital punishment from its criminal statutes in 1942. The last civil execution took place in 1940. A Zurich man was executed for a triple murder.

It was allowed under military law until 1992, for example, for murder or treason in times of war. In the Second World War, 17 executions by shooting took place, with the last military execution in 1944.

An attempt in 1985 to reinstate capital punishment for drug dealers failed as it did not gather enough signatures.

The latest attempt, a people’s initiative to restore capital punishment for murders involving sexual violence, was withdrawn, it emerged on August 25.

Death penalty

Two-thirds of United Nations member states have already abolished, or are in the process of abolishing, capital punishment.

Another 25 countries continued executions in 2009; of these, 95 per cent took place in China, Iran, the United States, Saudi Arabia and Pakistan.

According to Amnesty International, at least 2,390 executions were carried out in 2008 in 25 countries. But the actual number is believed to be much higher.

China announced this week that it is considering dropping capital punishment for economic crimes. International rights groups have criticised China for its heavy use of the death penalty, saying it is excessive.
Switzerland struck capital punishment from its criminal statutes in 1942. The last civil execution took place in 1940. A Zurich man was executed for a triple murder.

It was allowed under military law until 1992, for example, for murder or treason in times of war. In the Second World War, 17 executions by shooting took place, with the last military execution in 1944.

An attempt in 1985 to reinstate capital punishment for drug dealers failed as it did not gather enough signatures.

The latest attempt, a people’s initiative to restore capital punishment for murders involving sexual violence, was withdrawn, it emerged on August 25.

Death penalty

Two-thirds of United Nations member states have already abolished, or are in the process of abolishing, capital punishment.

Another 25 countries continued executions in 2009; of these, 95 per cent took place in China, Iran, the United States, Saudi Arabia and Pakistan.

According to Amnesty International, at least 2,390 executions were carried out in 2008 in 25 countries. But the actual number is believed to be much higher.

China announced this week that it is considering dropping capital punishment for economic crimes. International rights groups have criticised China for its heavy use of the death penalty, saying it is excessive.

CHRISTOS FILOS: will continue until FINAL HUNGER STRIKE FROM A MALANDRINOY PRISON IN GREECE



"We believe that the authorization will not even work positively for the reintegration of the prisoner because of the large balance of the sentence (!)

It is an unacceptable decision of the carbon-who continue to issue the judicial council that the prominent reason has been the Deputy Prosecutors, in series to dismiss the claims of prisoners license. It is no coincidence that the phenomenon of cutting permits, which is a big system to all prisons in the country, is one of the key demands of the prisoners' protests and calls for a solution here and now.

This decision relates to the Malandrino prisoners and hunger strike for 29th day, chistos filos who has, since early 2010 two requests for a regular license, collecting as many negative responses for the same reason. What if a small percentage of inclusions, which do not exceed 4%, misuse of the right to leave, prosecutors continue to curtail without justification or, at best, lip service and a formal justification. "We will continue till you drop on a hunger strike to assert their legitimate right for me to arbitrarily cut me, though I qualify," warns C. Filos mail privileges of the Attorney General and the Director of Prisons, and denounces the Public servants on the Malandrino inhuman behavior and ridicule. "Knowingly violate any kind of human dignity (we're in a hurry), thinking the morbid imagination you how to curb and stop fighting for our just demands that you arbitrarily deprives us.

In his report to H. Kastanidis [minister of justice] after calls to "resolve in our ordeal," says that: the dentist prison remains unpaid for a long time and still only on humanitarian grounds to be available to 450 prisoners, looking up 20-30 patients, the prison's water supply is shared with coupon as before 50 years of bread in the Soviet Union, toiletries such as toilet paper, shampoo and cleaning items public areas are non-existent, while the phone to the ward where they kept does not work for a year.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

thomas meyer-falk

thomas meyer-falk
for now
c/o jva bruchsal
schönbornstrasse 32
d 76646 bruchsal
germany

born in 1971, i have been imprisoned since 1996. at first i was kept in isolation in stammheim, then i was kept in straubing for a short time under slightly better conditions. since september 1998 i have been in isolation in bruchsal. i am a so-called "red skin"/rash = red & anarchist skinheads. i was sentenced for a bank robbery by means of which it was planned to organize money for political projects. in two additional court cases i was sentenced for insult, intimidation, and the threatening of judges and public prosecutors. the expression "perfect example of a fascist-like judge" by itself was worth 7 months of imprisonment (§ 185 stgb - insult; sentence: monetary fine or fine up to one year of imprisonment).
because of all this i have to spend 15 years, 9 months and three weeks in prison. due to my alleged dangerousness (during the trial i had offensively pleaded my cause instead of giving in and "regretting") i shall be kept under arrest ("sicherungsverwahrung") afterwards.
 
 
freedom for Meyer-Falk?
Almost 12 years ago i have been arrested and in 1997 sentenced to 11 years and 6 months of prison, as well to sicherungsverwahrung (note: a german law which prescribes a social-psycological analysis regarding certain prisoners who seems to not redeem through prison; following a negative result of such appraisal, authorities can keep the person in prison for longer time after the actual end of his/her sentence).
Within the following three trials, 5 years and three months have been added to the previous sentence, because many politicians and jurists felt to have been either insulted or threaten by my person.

2/3 of the sentence have been finished in november 2007; therefore i have applied for my release from prison.
In fact, the paragraph 57 of the penal code prescribes the possibility of an earlier release after 2/3 of the sentence, as long as such decision „ takes in consideration the security-interests of the collectivity“, say one does not have to expect any further crime by the person (defacto such an earlier release takes place only in 30% of the times).

Because of the overwork of the judge, the sickness of the chief judge Kleinheinz and a change of my lawyer, the process took longer time.

The prison of Bruchsal, in the figure of miss Göbel, took position several times on this: they could not support an earlier release in my case.
The main reason for this would be that i never „show publicly any empathy for the victims of (my) crimes“, i would put in question the objectiveness of those facts, everytime i write something, politicians and judges would feel often threaten from me.
I would refuse to speak with the prisons´s worker-in-charge regarding such cases.
However, my „behavior towards the prison´s workers (...) became clearly less confrontative (talking about my „love to make complains“), but, as the prison establishment wrote within their most recent claim, i would not aloud „any deeper access to (my) personal experiences and feelings to the prison workers“.

With a directive dated 18.4.08, the court ordered a new criminal prognosis.
The professor Foster (university of Tubingen) has been ordered in charge of this.
Since i will attend a learning course in the prison from june 2008 (for which each partecipant has to pay 500 euros), i asked the appraiser to begin his work after the end of the course.
I also send him the bill of that course and told him i would be ready by november or december.
However, i fought with the Bruchsal prison about where such appraisal would be supposed to take place; miss Göbel desired my transfer towards Tubingen, so that one perhaps would have found out how i would react/behave within a different context.

I personally answered that i would have than refuse such appraisal upon my eventual transfer to Tubingen.

This decision has been taken because normally one has to hold out around three weeks inside a dirty, cold transport-cell.
Visits and phonecalls are hardly possible if not at all, there is not any offer regarding free-time; without even mentioning that already the form of how one gets moved through big prisoner transport-buses is considered as degrading, even by some jurists.

Most prisoners play the game of the Justice, take place in the bus and sit afterwards calmly in their transport-cell, only to become angry later and tell about how the conditions have been miserable and that one should „actually“ do something against it.

Therefore my lawyer told to the court that either the appraisal would have taken place in Bruchsal, or it would have been refused.
Moreover, i added that the prison establishment could test me freely within a changed environment, say putting me in daily leave (which they of course refused to do).

Realistically, one has to see that there is not chance for an earlier release.
There is not any appraiser who would consider a prisoner, who spent almost 11 years in isolation (until may 2007 i have been sitting in an isolation-cell indeed) to have high chance for a life free from crimes.
And without such a positive prognosis, no release will follow.

Moreover, it is also a question about one´s principles!
I am still fully convinced of the idea that i have a right to my freedom – without any consensus by whichever state apparatus.
And what i also will do after my release, this is my choice and no matter of any court or prisoner´s jurist, if what i am going to do afterwards will be in conflict with the laws of this State or perhaps even not.
Do i really want ot win back my possibility towards a freedom of movement at the price of the readiness to be morally corruptable, since i would submit myself to the subtle games of State, sometimes a bit more, some other a bit less? A point to which submission belongs in the first place!

And at this point i simply say „No!“.
No, neither i do want this, nor i will do this, even in the case that this would mean that the doors of the prison will not open voluntary for me further on.
Was Mao who wrote that within the struggle against your enemy every lie is usable?
Therefore should i pray the social worker, the psycologist, the jurist, the judge and the appraiser, as many other prisoners do, make them nice eyes and tell them, what a nice, in-line man i become?
And also to such a point, i say simply and clearly „No!“.

This does not have to do anything with the fact that i like to play the „martyr“, but it simply horrorifies me physically to have to bend myself.
I have pity of all prisoners who play from the very beginning the little games of the Justice, only to complain and swear afterwards.
Is my freedom important to me? Of course!.
Of course, my freedom is important to me; but the way to it is as much important.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Hungerstrike at Campsfield migrant prison (UK)


Detainees at Campsfield migrant prison (maintained by GEO private prison corporation) near Oxford are currently on hunger strike in protest at their situation. This statement was released by them several days ago, but so far has not been published, only circulated on mailing lists..Second major statement from detainees
Unlawful Detention of Detainees (Tuesday 03 August 2010)
We appreciate all the effort and support we have received.
Today we continue to fight for our rights, today, all we detainees will continue to fight for liberty and security which is our fundamental rights.
It is unbelievable that a country so great that advocates human rights and liberty, eradicated slavery still practice such inhumane treatment of humans with equal rights in its backyard with the expectation that the whole world would be unaware of these treacherous nature adhered by the institutions.
Today we raise our voices until liberty is ours. Over 140 detainees have maintained the decision not to feed and sleep until our lives and the lives of our families are restored.
Until this moment, we have not been contacted by the UK Border Agency or Immigration in respect to our protest. The onsite immigration have hidden away and refused to engage in any communication or dialogue. This is evidently a sign of weakness by UKBA and an acceptance that our cry is for a good reason.
We read that in media that we have vending machines and onsite medical services. It is evident that the Immigration is not in touch with fundamental issues we are facing. Our lives are at risk, we have no freedom or liberty, we are been tortured, yet Immigration speaks about vending machine. These are malicious claims in an attempt to deny or play down the gravity of our determination. Can any vending machine feed 140 people?
Our lives and liberty should be considered like the rest of the 6 billion humans in the world. Our families are undergoing pain, our cases should be reviewed frequently, our detention should be justifiable, we should be given time for adequate judicial proceedings, we should not be detained indefinitely.
In July 2010 Honourable Justice Silber ruled that the fast-track policy was “unlawful and must be quashed”, however, the UK Border Agency still indulge in the fast track policy which is against the ruling of Honourable Justice Silber.
We put this question to all. Can it ever be justifiable for any organisation, institution or country to detain any human being with family (wife and children) for 3 years with?
We are also aware that there is a possibility that our efforts will be suppressed and not channelled to the appropriate body or government, however, we will continue to fight with everyday.
We all would humbly request that the parliament and cabinet address our heartily concerns as our wives, children, and we detainees are all dying, very slowly.
Tonight, we would all sleep outside on the grass floor and would refuse to sleep indoors. We deserve to be heard and until such time, we fight.
In spite of all, it is our believe that people are good at heart and should be given a right to life.
Our humble selves – Detainees
On behalf of all detainees

ghosts of the civil dead



the inmates and guards of a modern, clean and efficient maximum security wing are slowly and increasingly brutalised until they erupt in violence. dark and macabre, and based in truth, the story is told in a traditional dramatic style combined with telephone interviews and narration. ­manages to instill in the viewer a true sense of claustrophobia and unease. a truly original movie that is only half the film that Cave’s script was meant to portray.

/ english !!!

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Solidarity Poster for Polykarpos Georgiadis and Vaggelis Chrisohoidis (greece)



POSTER SAYS:
did anyone speak of a
KIDNAPPING?
“…A handful of capitalists
have organized a criminal gang
and have kidnapped the proletarians,
demanding for ransom
their labor force,
merchandising their human activity,
their time (which is turned into money),
their own being itself…”
IMMEDIATE RELEASE
to vaggelis Chrisohoidis and Polykarpos Georgiadis
who the persecuting authorities, exactly because they denied to betray values and people,
accuse them as participators in the kidnapping of industrialist Milonas
anarchists from Serres from north-greece


Anarchists solidarity protest outside Korydallos prison, the main prison in Athens, at the time of the change of the year. This protest happens every New Year's Eve for the past six years. This year more than 400 people took part in the protest that interacted with the prisoners inside through shouting mutual slogans and fireworks. The main slogan was "The passion for freedom is stronger that your prisons".
NEW YEAR OUTSIDE IN KORRIDALOS PRISON 2011
Watch live streaming video from agitprop at livestream.com
FIRE TO ALL PRISONS

A society that punishes/the condition of incarceration/the prison of the mind/the prison as punishment/the rage of the damned will sound on the ruins of prisons/those denying obedience and misery of our era even within its hellholes/will dance together on the ruins of every last prison/with the flame of rebellion avenging whatever creates prisons.

To the prisoners struggle already counting one dead and thousands in hunger strike across greece, we stand in solidarity and anger until the destruction of every last prison.


ARSON AND WILDFIRE FOR EVERY PRISON

SOLIDARITY TO ALL PRISONERS IN GREECE


Keny Arkana - La Rage English Subtitles

1976 - 2000 Greek Anarchists Fight for Freedom

(December Riots in Greece)