On January, 17th. 2013, on a street in Athens, an immigrant worker was murdered in cold blood by two members of Golden Dawn. On January 17th. 2015, in memory of this murdered worker, approximately 400 people marched to the spot where he was stabbed to death. The hands that killed Shehzad Luqman, may have been psycho members of Golden Dawn, but the full responsibility for this crime lies with the state.
The state breeds racism, creates borders, arbitrary lines drawn by power mongers on a map, turns worker against worker, on a basis of race or colour. The state supports corporate power which exploits all of humanity. As long as we have capitalism and its minder, the state, we will have divisions between worker and worker, based on some illusionary geographical difference. We are all inhabitants of this one earth, only as people co-operating without borders can we hope to see to the needs of all our people. We don't need states, they are a hindrance to co-operation and mutual aid, they are the perpetrators of repression, war, and want, the enemy of freedom.
Comrades from the area met once again on the streets, joining the call
for a mobilisation with a distinct bloc at the tail end of the
demonstration. As anarchist individuals, we might come from different
starting points, nevertheless we share a common conviction: We have no
illusions of democracy, nor do we wait for any bourgeois justice or
electoral system to solve the problems of the oppressed. The
institutions of the States and Capital are the main perpetrators
responsible for the murders en mass of migrants and refugees at the
borders of the continents and oceans; for the State and para-State
pogroms and deportations, for the concentration camps, for spreading
xenophobia and racism, for the production and reproduction of
nationalisms, and finally for the complete fascistisation of our
neighborhoods and societies.
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PATRIOTISM.
No, I shall not die for the fluttering flag,
if truth be known, ’tis nothing but a multi-coloured rag
held aloft by some foolish hand
inciting worker and peasant to kill
on some green and wooded hill,
peasant and worker from some other land.
Nor shall I shed blood for the fluttering rag
that brings out fools to stand and brag
of brutal deeds painted grand,
deeds where rustic and craftsman lie so still
killed by my brothers' misguided hand.
No allegiance have I for the Nation
this man made autocratic creation
that divides my brothers in a world so small,
binds us to a country's cause, right or wrong,
bids us follow its drum, sing its song,
then sheds our blood in some border brawl.
No, I'll be no slave to flag or nation,
have no ear for power oration,
though its iron heel is on my breast,
my back feels its leather thong,
at patriotism's barracoon, I'll be no guest.
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