Submission

A cold clear night. We silently walk through the shell of a long-decayed factory. There is no roof to this post-industrial late-capitalism graffiti haven and I stare up to the stars through the fallen iron beams, preparing for attack…

I am thinking…

They are building atop our memories, and they’ll never stop building. The monster of development grows and spreads and there are fewer and fewer places left untouched by its destruction. “Gentrification” is on everyone’s tongues along with sadness and frustration. And through the helpless complaints all we hear is, “but what can we do?” It feels so far gone already, like by the time we can see it it’s already in too deep. But it is not too far away from us.

The developers’ and planners’ construction and machinery are right here in front of our faces, in our neighborhoods! We pass them everyday.

With each new condo and institutional expansion we are watching them bury our memories, our misery, and our culture of all we have left before their comforts of security and promises of technology completely sweep us away into their consumerism and an even deeper alienation.

But we know that our memories and imaginations are some of our strongest weapons. So in our fight to not let them take this away from us, we will attack with what we’ve got and from where we stand.

With that in mind we used glass etch (some mixed with water, some not) to paint messages that said “stop building” and circle A’s (to let them know who we are, lest they forget) across the glass windows of their machines, or just covered the entirety of the windows so the workers would not be able to see through them. Both consistencies of glass etch worked great! We also tried adding sugar to the gas tanks, but to little avail as it seems their engines still functioned the following morning.

Our enemies want our secrets and to take away our hideouts, but we’re here to let them know we won’t go down without a fight! For the destruction of all private property! Solidarity to imprisoned anarchists and friends who cannot taste the night air, especially Tamara Sol, members of the Conspiracy Cells of Fire, Informal Anarchist Federation, and the International Revolutionary Front – you are on our minds and an inspiration. We attack with you in our hearts and intend on keeping the fire alive outside, fighting for total freedom and awaiting your escape.

There are limitless opportunities to attack power, and every act of sabotage makes a difference – no matter how small! Power to all rebels and all those that refuse servitude!

Let’s get creative!
Don’t wait!
Actions speak louder than words!

Fuck The Law 4eva!