Behind the walls, August 6, 2019
It was never the hammers in the trunk of the car, as much as the new world in the heart, that scares them and that is why I write today from a cell.
After being arrested in Paris on the eve of May 1 and spending three months in detention, orchestrated by the hunting grounds, the prosecutor who accuses, the judge who questions and the press that condemns, the possibility of my release has been canceled by the prosecutor because he thinks there is a risk of recidivism and because of my determination not to give up. They expect me to say that I accept that violence belongs to them, to condemn before their pressure the actions of comrades and the riots. They ask me about what I have in my head, and if I refuse to answer it is due to what lives in my heart.
The prosecutor explains that the guarantees offered for my release on “liberty” under judicial control do not ensure an environment that could “de-radicalize me” and that is why I must remain in prison.
And I wonder how it is that this being the place where the massacres of the State and its servants, of capitalism and its ravages so clearly manifest, how is it that one of the visible faces of its violence could make me stop dreaming of its complete destruction.
They want to scare us and that’s why I’m still here. Creating exemplary punishments and spreading the word in the mainstream press, given the social tensions and conflict that have been occurring in French territory in recent months, is just one more movement in their game, and even more convenient is when they can blame foreigners for what we endure. They intend to hold anyone outside their borders accountable for tensions, as evidenced by their articles on the millions of of Germans in Paris on May 1 and other stories that happen in this and in many others states as part of their delegitimization of the revolt, in addition to sending a warning message to the international dissent on the eve of the G7 to be held in Biarritz.
They want to scare us, but it won’t work. They may have me, but ideas cannot be locked up.
Neither the school that tames, nor the citizens who obey, nor the neighborhood that watches, the boss who steals you, the wood that hits you, the psychiatrist who medicates you, the work that traps you, the press that lies to you or the jail that intimades can curb the desire for insurrection.
Death to prisons and the society that needs them.
Neither guilty nor innocent, simply enemies.
Long live anarchy.
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