It Is Here
It Is Here
By Punkerslut
And what will they find when they excavate into our experiences,
our memories, the result of our inspiration, manifesting itself
in our art and literature, our culture and the tone in which we
approach everything. Beneath the bedrock of our personalities,
as anarchists and revolutionaries -- writers and painters --
creatures and beings -- when they dig beneath the philosophy
imbedded in our books and published in our independent presses,
and they want to know. When they do this, they will find every
reason that we are who we are, that we oppose the things we do,
that we stand in defense of those we do. Reason is a powerful
thing, and every authority will oppose it -- they will offer as
many obstacles to it as much as they love their power. While
their ability to imprison, torture, and kill is constantly used
as a means to their end, they will forever be envious that the
pen can incite a thousand swords, that humane philosophy can
conquer the vicious beast of cruelty.
The reasons, as many as there, as simple as they foundation they
are implanted upon, are there. For centuries they have struggled
under the shadow of authority. Secretly, a few have found them,
and desired to bring them to the light. Anarchy is a
wheat-pasted poster on an abandoned building, calling to arms
every worker with the slogan, "What time is it? Time to
organize!" It's in the sweat of every protestor who suffered the
malignities of police brutality; it's in the blood of every
worker who was dismissed from his job because of work with
independent unions; it's in the tears of every individual,
feeling more and more helpless and this world seemingly grows
more arrogant and more inhumane. Anarchy is in the dreams of
those who have wished to escape the slavery of the clock. It is
imbedded in every just cause, the sole principle of every
liberation movement. It is the belief that those who live in a
society ought to be the ones who guide it, that those who work
in the factories ought to be the ones who own and run them.
What will they call it, when the seething emotions of despair
and hopelessness rise to the top, and individuals start doing
what they want, refusing and resisting at every cost? What will
it be called, when workers start to share a fair share of
income, when whatever laws that are passed are passed by the
public? What will this be called? When every tyrant has been
deprived of every resource, when the angel of mercy is left
holding a broken chain, when the exploiters of society must move
on because their ventures have become too troublesome, where no
children must suffer from debilitating disease because they are
afflicted with malnutrition... When community means something
more than a shopping center, and education means something more
than a high school, and government means something no more...
When the star we have all wished upon finally flickers back,
when the sighs whispering for a fair life finally go in unison,
when we finally see something more than a reflection when
looking into the pond of the future, when life is not just a
travelling through the forest at night alone, when the
oppressive regimes have been dismantled with the tool of the
people... When true Democracy reigns, on principle and not on
outcome, what will they call it? Anarchy.
I am an Anarchist, because I believe that no man has any
intrinsic right over any other man. I am an Anarchist, because I
believe that every man should be given the right to govern
themselves, and that if a man is incapable of governing
themselves, that they must be equally incapable of choosing
another person to govern them, as they would be without ability
to know what would be required or needed. I am an Anarchist,
because giving authority to one person has always been at the
sacrifice of everyone else. I am an Anarchist, and I can count
as many reasons as I can count those who are capable of
suffering. For every conscious being, there is another black
mark against the regime of tyrants. For every individual
struggling for air under the net of consumer society, there is
another reason why my heart secretly cries -- another
inspiration for every word I have given to literature on
revolution. The reasons why I am an Anarchist are spread
throughout the world, in every oppressed society, in every
nation where authority lies within a small amount of people and
not with all people.
One day, there will be more of us than them. One day, the
workers who have been treated with less regard than the
machinery they operate, will revolt. One day, the children of
the children of the children of the children, who have been born
to do the same as their ancestors: work in gruelling conditions
under inhuman supervision and cruelty; one day, these men will
read the books leaders have burned, and their soul will drink
from the spring of vitality. One day, we will all try to
understand before we try to act. Marked on the calendar as today
for every Anarchist, this day is a revolution, where the minds
of men finally are consistent with their heart's yearnings --
when the lash and whip are no longer enough sustenance for the
individual, when toil and monotony are no longer enough to keep
the blood flowing, when obtaining material possessions can no
longer deliver happiness...
This day is coming, and for some of us, it is already here. The
historians of the bourgeoise elite will struggle to understand
why we do what we do. The reasons are purely human, purely
mammalian, purely animal. Beliefs are the guiding cause behind
every action. Liberty. Community. Peace. Justice. Love. These
are the causes of why we do what we do. The sincerity of the
revolution of our heart must be confirmed by our actions.
The pen that writes the history of our liberation shall be
guided by our reasons. If your life in contemporary Capitalism
doesn't satisfy you, then you already have a reason.
Express yourself.
Act. Organize. Protest. Shoplift. Unionize.
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