New Year’s Eve Brixton [anti-prison demo] London 31 December 2012
courier | 04.01.2013 20:09 | Policing | Repression | Social Struggles
Brixton, London, 31 December 2012…almost midnight
The Gregorian calendar is moving towards the next chapter in the existence of those who mark time in the boredom of ritual …Suddenly they appear out of nowhere, a few people out of step, dressed in black. Unfurling banners, a strange light in their eyes, they unhurriedly conquer the urban high street and proceed towards Brixton prison.
The Gregorian calendar is moving towards the next chapter in the existence of those who mark time in the boredom of ritual …Suddenly they appear out of nowhere, a few people out of step, dressed in black. Unfurling banners, a strange light in their eyes, they unhurriedly conquer the urban high street and proceed towards Brixton prison.
Surprise – a spontaneous barrage of recognition – claxons, shouts and clenched fists from passing cars and buses. Precious instants of reciprocated feelings:
FIRE TO THE PRISONS, FUCK THE POLICE!
At last a common language; a spark of life. To then disperse into tiny particles until we meet again. To attract, repulse, embrace and corrupt each other once more… Then the gloomy destination is reached. 800 invisible souls entombed within that monstrous edifice.
A cry into the darkness: Freedom!
Again: Freedom!!! …Response from the bowels of the State cannibal: Freedom!!!
Echoes in the night…Freedom!!!…Freedom!!! Odd fireworks are set off. Some flame-propelled plastic bags respond. At the perimeter the massive gate resists an onslaught of banging and kicking. Wild howls pierce the silence that that building has imposed on the surrounding night for almost 200 years. By the time the custodians of order arrive everyone is on their way. Each with their thoughts… Hearts and consciousness expanding throughout the reaches of the island universe of those who fight to subvert the existent. From inside the prison cells or in the open gulag under invisible stars. In their own way, each one was saying ‘I’m here!’ To the bosses of this world and those who defend their interests: Happy New Fear!
http://325.nostate.net/?p=6832
FIRE TO THE PRISONS, FUCK THE POLICE!
At last a common language; a spark of life. To then disperse into tiny particles until we meet again. To attract, repulse, embrace and corrupt each other once more… Then the gloomy destination is reached. 800 invisible souls entombed within that monstrous edifice.
A cry into the darkness: Freedom!
Again: Freedom!!! …Response from the bowels of the State cannibal: Freedom!!!
Echoes in the night…Freedom!!!…Freedom!!! Odd fireworks are set off. Some flame-propelled plastic bags respond. At the perimeter the massive gate resists an onslaught of banging and kicking. Wild howls pierce the silence that that building has imposed on the surrounding night for almost 200 years. By the time the custodians of order arrive everyone is on their way. Each with their thoughts… Hearts and consciousness expanding throughout the reaches of the island universe of those who fight to subvert the existent. From inside the prison cells or in the open gulag under invisible stars. In their own way, each one was saying ‘I’m here!’ To the bosses of this world and those who defend their interests: Happy New Fear!
http://325.nostate.net/?p=6832
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