MISSIONARY IMPOSSIBLE: HAS THE ANARCHIST MOVEMENT
COMPLETELY LOST THE PLOT?

When I got back from Prague I was expecting (it now appears naively) the British anarchist movement to be in a state of euphoria because of the IMF summit prematurely disbanding due to the black bloc violence.
I was therefore a tad shocked to face the current state of the majority of anarchist opinion: No feelings of being inspired by the truly wonderful sight of 5,000 black clad anarchists marching together
through the streets of Prague, accompanied by a black clad band (with not a Trot paper seller or fluffy in sight); no applause for the bravery and heroism of these anarchist fighters - the ones who courageously stuck it out at the very front amidst the tear gas,
water cannons and police violence; no seeing it as a victory for us (the demonstrators) that the IMF delegates were shit scared and did fuck off home early; and certainly no mention that it actually was
the violence that brought the summit to an early end.
So what reaction do we get from the majority of our anarchist comrades on home soil? Every fucking post Prague meeting I've been to has been full of wingeing middle class fluffies droning on about the violence "spoiling it" for everyone (oh, you naughty black clad
anarchists), about people with "mohicans" (do this lot all read the Daily Mail?) damaging shops fronts and then legging it and not getting nicked (since when has hanging around making a martyr of yourself been a virtue?), and spreading sensasionalist lies about the black blockers being agents provocateurs. The fluffies confide in us that the Czech riot cops they'd spoken to on the demonstration said they were
scared and would rather be drinking in a bar (sighs of sympathy please), and then go on to list the torture and terrible treatment arrested demonstrators are being subjected to in Czech prisons by these same cops. I'm sorry, my pacifist friends, there seems to
be a little confusion here: we're being asked to feel sorry for some cops because they'd rather be swigging a few beers who then brutally arrest a load of demonstrators and then batter the fuck out of them.
The Czech cops are fascist announce the fluffies to
their attentive audiences at post Prague meetings, sounding shocked and personally hurt at this sudden revelation (never thought of that one, had you chums - cops fascist, no, can't believe it - surely some
mistake...). So, can someone please explain this to me: What's the sudden problem with fighting fascists?
I always thought that was what we were meant to do! Imagine the situation in the Spanish Civil War if a load of rainbow clad middle class idiots had surrounded the anarchists chanting "no violence, no
violence" - do you think this would have put the anarchists in a moral dilema as to whether or not to fight back?? I somehow fucking doubt it. So has the anarchist movement suddenly become totally divorced from reality, or what?!

The fluffy sisters seem to have a major problem with me supporting violent actions because I'm a woman.
Well girls, its a bit like this see: I don't go along with the dictates of patriarchy which say that as a woman I should be submissive and passive. Women and men are attacked daily by the aggressive forces of capitalism, so why should only the men fight back? Why whould women suppress their anger and act as victims? Capitalism is violent and therefore can only be destroyed by a violent revolution. To not fight back is to condone the brutality of capitalism.

What does worry me about these fluffy women is their similarity to the missionaries of old - their christian feelings of worthiness fulfilled by helping the poor and needy in the third world, saving them from Satan-like capitalism. The poor are victims to
be pitied, and they can rescue them by their self-righteous sermonising. And needless to say, as with the missionaries of yesteryear, our pathological pacifist sisters also deplore swearing and the consumption of alcohol (only suitable for "fallen"
women no doubt). Their view of how we react to police violence is that we should passively accept it - lying down, a demure smile on our faces, thinking only of capitalism. Well, fuck you sisters, I'm not going to be dictated to by your tedious moralistic victorian
shite! Is it any wonder there's not a proletarian face amongst them, what working class woman could relate to all that load of bollocks?

There were these maniacal-looking middle-class american women in Prague who had managed to self-elect themselves as workshop "leaders" and spokespersons for us all. For anyone who didn't have the experience of beholding these women with their own eyes, or speaking
to any of them: - believe me, they were totally utterly fucking bonkers! They all had these glazed intent staring eyes and would rock backwards and forwards clutching their heads between their hands if
anyone disagreed with them - so painful for them that anyone should question their dictates on non-violent behaviour. They gave the impression of being very way-over-the-top therapists, but it wouldn't surprise me if one day it all came to light they were CIA
plants. They are truly grotesque examples of pacifism racing around the arena of the insane. I just wish I knew what the fuck we could do to make them go away - those mad staring eyes still haunt me on a dark
night... If they make another Psycho film, I suggest Norman Bates dresses up as one of these women - ten times scarier than his mother!

And as for those fluffy men... I've had several experiences (over the last couple of years and post Prague) where I've been either at meetings and let my feelings be known about fluffy tactics, or on
demonstrations where my attire and lack of billowing colourful trousers have given my allegiences away, and been subjected to amazingly aggressive and violent behaviour (both verbal and physical) from these peace loving boys, with a load of misogynist insults no man
on the left would dare utter in public! Interestingly, on the occasions when the testosterone peace squad have tried to have a pop at me at meetings, the male comrades I've been with have been
left alone or ignored, while Mr Pentup Pigfucker rants and raves at me like a demented squaddy. Some analysis here anyone? There's obviously a lot of stuff these boys have to keep a lid on if they're not allowed to express their anger. And I do wonder (not
voyeuristically of course!) what must go on in the bedrooms of our fluffy comrades - very little I imagine, with their repressed puritanical victorian attitudes. The foreplay probably consists of
following what the likes of George Plummy-Monbiot, Chelsea Overpriviledged-Mozem and Starhawk Recycled-Tampon dictate is wholesome and suitable enough for their tribe of worshippers (forget the stocking and suspenders folks), followed by a lengthy
discussion about what you can do between the sheets that doesn't constitute an act of violence (no orgasm or penetration for you tonight dear...). And there'd be no arguing about it as arguments are surely an act of violence as well.

I'm sick to death of the lot of them. They get in the way and intrude, and they're so fucking precious, swanning around with those ridiculous serene smiles on their faces, pitying the rest of us for not attaining their heights of saintliness. The anarchist movement
is now swarming with the scumbags. Its been taken over by these moralistic middle class fucking nuisances with their god bothering tactics. Why the fuck they call themselves anarchists beats me. Since
when has boring the pants off people preaching about not fighting cops been an excuse for calling yourself an anarchist? One of the fluffies' more irritating habits (apart from having ever been born) is trying to enforce their compulsory code of non-violence by going
round ripping peoples' face masks off during demonstrations, with the posessed fervour of witchfinder generals driving the demons out. Well,
I'd like to rip their fucking halos off their sanctimonious heads and shove them up their well-bred arses. My only hope is that in a year or so they'll all have moved on to yuppy careers, lecturing in social studies or full-time therapists or counsellors.
Or maybe, just maybe (and this is my fantasy) they'll all indulge themselves in a mass suicide pact somewhere in mid America, and move on from this horrible world that's so full of bad language, people
who behave in a bawdy fashion, and people who believe in fighting back rather than sitting around singing stupid folk songs and protecting Nike shops. I mean really, isn't the idea to fight capitalism, not protect - or have I been missing the point all these
years.

MOLLY MAYHEM.