I have always maintained, in this capitalist society, that dissatisfaction and anger is always present, simmering just below the surface. Sometime it displays itself in a small burst, isolated and then quietly fades, sometimes it can be a mass display by a large group of people, finds its way into the media, and then disappears. Then there are those times of course when it is an explosion of released energy fueled by anger and fury, thousands take to the streets and, like in Chile recently, attack the symbols of the system, they burn banks, police stations and loot shops. No matter how small or how large, they are all part of that discontent and subdued anger. Sooner or later it will explode and the existing system will not be able to put its exploitative and repressive parts together again. Well that, in my mind, is the aim of all those bursts of anger, large or small.
I Am The Crowd.
I am the crowd
I swim in the quagmire of poverty
its hooks, its barbs, tear my flesh
rupture my dreams,
I hold my breath for centuries
hoping to break through, gasp pure air.
Through the murky mire
I see bright things, shiny things sparkle
I see women in fine dresses, men in silk shirts
I ask myself,
why do I swim in this cesspool?
I want the light and warmth of rectitude
to caress my labouring body,
seeds of my dreams to bloom
like wild flowers in a meadow.
One day I will use my boundless strength
to haul this torn, battered being
out of the morass
onto the warm grassy bank,
when I do;
woe betide you, women in fine dresses
woe betide you mister in your fine silk shirt
should you ever try to get in my way,
for I am the strength of the world, I am the crowd.
The following is a piece on one of those small bursts of anger, a small display of that underlying discontent that one day will explode.
Amazon Vans Sabotaged in Solidarity with Striking Workers by Lorenzo Orsetti Anarchist Brigade: North Carolina (USA)
We are seldom compelled to claim the ways we choose to attack. We are
not specialists, nor anarchists isolated from the acts of sabotage and
theft that we know occur daily by employees within the Amazon monster.
We generally prefer our actions to be just another strike amongst the
many, adding to the already existent chorus of rage and discontent. As
the crisis deepens and the feelings of isolation and helplessness appear
to be sinking in, it is important to remember that one way of regaining
agency in our lives is through attack and disruption.
It is not only the corona virus that is making our lives unbearable,
but even more so, it is our continued daily lives under capitalism and
state control. Amazon and other tech companies are exploiting the virus,
accumulating unheard- of profits and pushing their nightmare tech
world. Amazon claims to provide a safe future for society all the while
continuing to put its lowest paid employees in danger of infection,
biding their time until they can eliminate those positions completely
and replace them with automation and robots.
Along with all these reasons, we chose to sneak into one of Amazon’s
parking areas and slash the tires of eight delivery vans – for the sheer
pleasure of feeling alive and for the continuation of resistance during
a confusing time. We know this is just one drop in a vast sea, but to
quote a fallen comrade, “Always remember that ‘every storm begins with a
single raindrop.’ And try to be that raindrop yourself.”
In solidarity with the striking Amazon workers!
For ourselves and towards an eternal mayday for all of us!
– Lorenzo Orsetti Anarchist Brigade in North Carolina
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