On Saturday 14 November 2015, anarchists and communists from Antifascist – Anti-authoritarian Social Center “Distomo” and “Red Line” Collective, organized a motorbike patrol in Athens City Center, as part of direct actions taking place for the 1st year since the opening of Antifa Social Center “Distomo” inside an area of Athens, that until recently predominantly supported the neonazi “Golden Dawn” party in Greece.
On Wednesday 18 November 2015 anarchists occupied the greek government's Directorate of Immigration Policy (Ministry of Interior) in solidarity to refugees and immigrants, calling out for a protest against borders and in solidarity to migrating Class Sisters and Brothers on Saturday 21 November 2015, at Victoria Square in Athens at 12 pm.
From Contra Info
Comrades coming from various geographies and different paths of struggle, yet having the same longing for the diffusion of anarchist offensive, support the call for a Black December published by brothers held in prisons of the Greek democracy.
We call for the revival of the black memory of our dead and all those who have fallen in the fight for freedom and anarchy.
Attending solidarity call to Evi Statiri we share with you a book which speaks about what triggered after the arrest of the fugitive Christos Xiros, the discovery of an escape plan to escape from Korydallos prison by Conspiracy of Cells of Fire, Imprisoned Members Cell; the subsequent manhunt against comrade Aggeliki Spyropoulo and her detention with relatives and friends of CCF comrades, and finally, the hunger strike for over 30 days in which they put their lives at risk.
It also has a prologue by CCF, imprisoned members cell.
The first thing you realize once you are released is that your eyes no longer stumble into walls, railings and dividers. They can wander and see the sky barbed wire. Also, your footsteps are no longer numbered. Twenty up to the wall of the courtyard, twenty to return to your cell. Certainly in my own case the walls of the courtyard have expanded to a kilometer from my house and I am not allowed to have any contact with my partner...
But anyway, I feel my release is just the first victory against the fear and injustice they want to impose upon us as a condition of life...
On Thursday 17th (September 2015) 1 day before the 2 year commemoration of antifascist Pavlos Fyssas being murdered by neonazis and 3 days before the greek parliamentary elections, an antifascist, anticapitalist and anti-state protest was called in the evening by anarchists. The protest was quickly circled by riot policemen, blocking 150 anarchists to move towards the city center, where the candidate for the right wing party was holding a public speech in Omonoia Square.
From Insurrection News
Against fear and injustice
From today, September 14, the calendar on my cell wall will not change page. This date will remain stuck there up to the day of freedom.
Today, September 14, I begin a HUNGER STRIKE for my release; against the fear of power, against the lies of journalists, against the apathy, against the silence...
Cops, judges and politicians caged my days within the walls of this prison but they cannot cage my dignity or my desire for freedom...
From Inter Arma
The captivity condition in which I find myself for 4,5 years now as a vindictive and exemplary punishment has created a distance between me and outside reality, action. Besides, the purpose of imprisonment for those who fight against the existent is separation, deprivation, political isolation, moral annihilation. But there are always bars to brake either you walk in the monotonous sterile corridors of a “penitentiary” or you cross the decorated streets of consumption of prison-society. Now, within the prison cells of democracy, my need for freedom continues to give breath to my each day. It’s my moving force, to think, to imagine, to organize, to act. The decision of total conflict with the existing, the power of individual choice enriched by collective action experiences, are the ingredients that can penetrate the prison bars and high walls. Why in prison you don’t give up… you go on. You reorganize yourself and you fight. For 4,5 years I wake up in a bed in prison always a little after sunrise, although many times I liked sleeping more when I was out, I organize my every move, although outside the spontaneous often moved me, I analyze and judge the data (political and personal) of yesterday’s day alone, although outside I always shared them with comrades. For 4,5 years I wake up every morning feeling sure that I alone defined my participation in the war against any form of authority and that freedom is not given away… you conquer it yourself.