Submission
I was walking through Fairmount park last night when I came across something that made me sick. Construction equipment littered an area once filled with trees, an area that is now home to what will eventually be a climbing course. All “progress” makes me sick but there’s something almost ironic about cutting down trees to build something to climb.
I acted only with what was in my backpack, a can of green spray paint. On the vehicles that had front windshields, I gave them a beautiful forest green coating. I know that, at the most, their destruction of what was once a forest will only be delayed a few short hours. I’m not a fool, I know I don’t have the proper understanding of those machines needed to truly sabotage them. Instead, I hope the green splotches that temporarily cloud their view remind them of the green that only a few years ago, existed on that plot of land. There’s something extremely unsettling about a place once natural that I can’t even find a simple rock needed to smash out these windows. For now, this will have to be enough.
I wonder why local anarchists haven’t done more to fight against these toxic machines that appear on almost every block in the city. Is it because we’re a city now dominated by red and black social anarchists, who would rather wear red to a demonstration and stand in the street, than take the actions needed to defend ourselves and what remains of our planet? I feel no affinity with these people. Their struggle isn’t mine and it never will be. Their utopia doesn’t exist. It never will.
I claim this little action in solidarity with pipeline protestors everywhere, the Zadists struggling against both state repression and the disgusting plague of authoritarian communists and liberals that have infected their space, and most importantly, the fox and raccoon that I met while wandering through this mess of a construction site.
Strike against progress
Strike against isolation
Strike against domination
Destroy everything
It ain’t easy being green
I claim this action on behalf of the Summer Of Rage Anarchist Crew. With this name I remind myself that with a mask on, anyone can become my comrade
