A Warning to Those Who Stole our Word

It’s not a case of in-fighting or immaturity, it’s a case of legitimate division, this is a call out for distinction. For almost ten years, which is many of my young life, I’ve been dedicating my attention, resources, and commitment to provoking agitation and trying to stimulate a desire for insurrection, and a vision of satisfaction with our everyday lives.


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It’s not a case of in-fighting or immaturity, it’s a case of legitimate division, this is a call out for distinction. For almost ten years, which is many of my young life, I’ve been dedicating my attention, resources, and commitment to provoking agitation and trying to stimulate a desire for insurrection, and a vision of satisfaction with our everyday lives. More recently, either in response to our alleged post-911 era, or a “post-globalization” anarchist “movement,” I have noticed a distasteful transition in the norm when appointing certain behavior and thinking as anarchist (or anarcho whatever the fuck). The word “anarchist” communicates a desire or vision for the destruction of all constraint. A word that has been, and remains to be used as an identifier for the most incendiary and deep feelings of frustration we feel in
our everyday lives.

Neglecting the different factions of anarchy that have come out of arguments collectively discussed in perceiving what is or is not dominating. It has always at least been indispensable to the anarchist identity to accept nothing else but the utter destruction and abandonment of all rituals, institutions, and appendages of domination, and no other response or recognition of these institutions was anarchist. For some, an understanding of this word remains. But in some of my more recent experiences where I’ve found myself in particular sub-cultural gatherings, I found our fire breathing desires behind such a term being stolen. I discovered this word I use to communicate my desires socially to be mis-used and
disgraced, refined into a new type of veiled liberalism or lacking politic hiding itself in the aesthetic of an “anarchist sub-culture”.

Single issued politics: picking and choosing which oppression to prioritize, which company to pick, which community to organize, neglecting the totalistic nature of our current context. Voting: allowing ourselves to be deceived by the ritualistic political spectacles we are provided with by the elite, giving us a false sense of empowerment, all the while disgracing our struggle against all governing forces as one of compromise and faith in our enemy’s games of deception.

Even pacifism: a first world ideology more then encouraged by Hollywood’s presentation of dissent, a strategy of comfort, a strategy of insincerity, a strategy of resistance condoned by our enemy. A tactless tactic that serves the state, limits our resistance, prevents our struggle from becoming a threat, and making us look like a bunch of fucking hippies!?

The anarchist is no longer thought of as an unknown face and body, wearing only black, or well dressed for disguise, carrying only a desire for destruction and freedom. Thoughts of the anarchist now assume an inaccessible identity of whiteness, student sincerity (you know the kind that lasts for 4 years), sub-cultural obsession, and a fabricated guilt that tokenizes other struggles one knows nothing of in their everyday lives, due to a pathetic sense of comfort that doesn’t allow for any recognition of the struggle we all experience in our everyday lives. One who self-appoints oppressions because they are too blind and comfortable to see that it is everywhere. One who writes songs, many just don’t want to hear, calling it their “activism”, discussing and glorifying other people’s experiences they are too scared to risk experiencing themselves. Singing or talking about them so much its almost like they experience it too.

We’ve had enough with the evidence to this image. I will not tolerate another identity assimilating my word. A bicycle helps me to get around for cheaper, but it is not me. It is not a threat. Student privileges may help some to access more resources for resistance, but student activism does nothing but limit our revolt from ever being generalized.

We the anarchists look to confront all those who act as evidence to this false image. We want your money to fund our destruction, we want your independent media only for the occasional recognition of our real struggle, only because no one else will show us the light of day. We know where you will be when crisis presents itself, when shit hits the fan, when riotous moments draw the lines, and our communities become orgies of destruction. You will be on the sidewalk taking pictures of us, using us and our word as a source for your identity and hobby. You will be the snitches and find new friends, our word is all we have, compromise and betrayal is never of an option. Our desires are of no choice, because they are our lives. We are angrier then you. We are tougher then you. We are the real motherfucking deal. As you comply with the political curriculums of your sub-culture, we will assert our chaotic trajectory of life over survival and determination over destiny. We know what your about. We know of your walls, between the personal and the political, between your heart and your mind, we know that you can find warmth in this cold world, when we will forever refuse any blankets.

We, “the anarchists”, we, the enemies of domination, look for attack now, for nothing else should be assumed of such a desire. You, the assimilators, the ones offended by this piece, the traitors to our word, you choose to remain positive and concerned only with our enemy’s acceptance of us. Constantly struggling with your white confusion, your inability to relate with those you intend to “organize”. Constantly looking for an affinity of aesthetic and hobby while we yearn for a solidarity of rage, of accessible and instinctual animosity for all that disrupts our content. You are robbed charity workers. You are two faced diplomats. You are co-op employees serving the health of the ruling class. You like your job.

We don’t organize, we link up. We realize the potential of our solidarity and coordinate such an affinity with others who share our boiling blood. We felt the isolation of immigrants in Italy and Greece, and attacked the pillars of detention. We felt the rage of indigenous nations over plundered land across Canada, and let the air in to each bank that funded such modern attempts of assimilation and development, every night.

We “the anarchists”, bombed consulates and police headquarters in Uruguay and Chile when we felt the starvation for freedom Mapuche prisoners slowly died for. We voice our solidarity in a writing of action not compromise. We look for an organization of self-determination, not neo-vanguardism. You who are consumed by the spectacle of dissent, looking at climate change, scarcity, or which social inequity is trendy enough to confront, knowing that each campaign will do nothing to confront the origin all these dominating forces, only to confront with activist deception and ritual, your selfish guilt as a member of the comfortable. We warn you here. Keep your sub-culture. Keep your tacky aesthetics. Keep your fetishized bicycles, your insincere hygiene, your comfort of all kind. But do not use our word. As we organize ourselves, as we share our accessible desires with the world’s discontent, we tell you to stay the fuck away with your rhetoric and deception. May our word be embraced by all who know of its inherent suggestions. May our word be expressed to our enemies in the form of fire, rocks, bricks, bombs, and bullets. For all constraint and mediation stands in our way, because we are anarchists, and nothing else is up to par.