Anarchism has often been conflated with social work, much to the chagrin of those of us who prioritize undermining oppression over improving how it functions. The tendency towards charity, thinking it solidarity even when we want very different things politically from those we try to aid, is complicit in the maintenance (or manufacturing) of authority.
Greek Anarchists 1985...
A new wave of young anarchists, more aggressive and violent, emerged in the mid-1980s
Riots after Nikos Temponeras killing 1991
Leftist school teacher Nikos Temponeras was murdered in 1991 by secretary of the youth branch of the New Democracy right-wing party. The killing caused civil unrest in several Greek towns.
The Best Years of Our Lives
Often we think of our ideas as pillars staved-in stable grounds. However, the grounds are generally stable but in appearance. It’s enough for conditions to change, for the grounds becoming muddy or for the waters rising, to see our stable grounds move and our dear pillars subsiding like castles of cards. Then panic seizes us, we run from one indigestible alliance to the next one which is even more improbable, our concepts which we thought so solid become gelatinous, shift into modelling clay, and in a short laps of time, we become what we always despised: simple pawns on a chessboard we do not understand. This happened to quite some anarchists when the First World War broke out, it happened to Spanish anarchists dragged from a revolutionary situation into a full scale war, it happened to many revolutionaries caught up in the geopolitical games of the Cold Ward, and it will happen again tomorrow.
The latest (and last) issue of Avalanche is available now. You can find
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04.04.18: As of this date the online project Insurrection News is on hiatus. It’s uncertain at this stage whether this will be short-term or permanent, in any case the blog and it’s contents will remain as an archive as will our twitter feed.
We’d like to thank everybody who has contributed in any way to this project since its inception, there are too many of you to thank individually, but know that your contributions and assistance over the past couple of years have been greatly appreciated.
Modernism imagined itself to be beyond eschatology, those primitive bedtime stories about the end of the world, the last judgment, or some final act that would settle things as they ultimately should be. Modernism, however, in imagining that it could overcome its Abrahamic heritage, preserved it. Even as it claimed to surrender the idea of a savior, sent from heaven to redeem a fallen world, it relocated this figure again and again in this or that individual, class, or grouping—the enlightened monarch, the universal proletariat, the creative entrepreneur. The “revolutionary subject” is just another messiah born without original sin, in whose name the sinful and the fallen pursue their earthly redemption. In the absence of the savior, the image of the end of the world returns and the apocalypse reigns.
by NEZUMI, from HAPAX blog
When it comes down to it, there are two revolutions. The revolution which answers and the revolution which does not, or the revolution which answers and the revolution which questions. The revolution which is made to conceal even a millimeter of teleology, evolutionary theory, or program is the enemy. Caught between right wing and liberal, the old left, New Left, and even officially recognized anarchism (including mutations like anarcho-fascism) form a gradation. All of this amounts to nothing more than a struggle over governance. All that matters is severing ourselves from it.
TODAY, the railroad blockade preventing the shipment of fracking materials in downtown Olympia, WA is entering its 11th day. The front wall of the barricade is reinforced, and adorned by more and more splashes of decoration. Gradually, more and more of the surrounding area is brought into use and enjoyment by the aspiring commune. In our spacious “backyard,” a femmes auxiliary tent and a quiet zone have been set up. More beds and medical materials arrive. The back staircase now has a sturdy looking meet-and-greet platform to bolster the spirits and effectiveness of our sentinels. Surrounding buildings look like a teenage graffiti artist’s dream, and a ton of hay bales from who-knows-where have appeared out front, strung with rope lights to create a charming enclosure for our second kitchen, for use as a sports rink and show space, and for our pups and little ones to play within.
From Mpalothia by Imprisoned Conspiracy of Cells of Fire FAI-IRF Member Panagiotis Argyrou
Time is the illness of reality. In prison, time seems to poison the atmosphere. The air thickens as though it is flooded with lead filings and each and every day our lungs are infested with this oxygen so toxic that it weighs on us again and again, more so with each passing day.