Batallon Bakunin

about tactics, targets, & the protesters themselves, especially the Black Bloc. That same honesty provides the rest of the readers with a reminder that to be part of a social movement against the powerful & the fascists is never static, occasionally joyful, sometimes stressful and always important.”

Anti-Capitalist Road Trip It seems so long ago, but the movement against global capitalism that featured mass protests against meetings of capital’s biggest criminals and

“Another War is Possible” is history, memoir, social critique, & perhaps even something of a coming-of-age story, both for the author & the movement he participated in then & chronicles in this text. It’s honesty reminds the reader who was around then of the debates & quarrels

Forgot the alt text: picture of a book in German. Photo insert shows a group of approx. 30 autonomes wearing ski masks and helmets standing in front of a sign reading FALLINGBOSTEL (a town in northern Germany).

80’s autonome vibes. 🖤❤️

Cover of the book ANTIFASCISTAS. Three people standing, one wearing antifa logo shier, with a large faded antifa logo in the background, on a cream colored cover. Below in German is date (25/9), time (19:30) and place (Subrosa in Kiel) for a talk by him about the book, as part of this year’s Fire and Flames festival.

Excited that Miquel’s (@miquelramos.bsky.social) excellent book on post-Franco era antifascism in the Spanish state will be available in English on @pmpress.bsky.social. I’m 60% through translating his 600+ page opus.

Another great reason to attend the Fire and Flames festival in Kiel (⬇️).

Gaetano Bresci: Tyrannicide and Defender of the People Bresci risked his life to save Errico Malatesta from an assassination attempt, then gave his life to impose consequences on the king for overseeing the murder of hundreds of poor working people.

On this day in the year 1900, the anarchist Gaetano Bresci assassinated King Umberto of Italy.

Here, we remember an Italian immigrant who risked his life to save Errico Malatesta from an assassination attempt, then gave his life to impose consequences for the slaughter of hundreds of poor workers.

Anarchist notes Some texts that have caught my eye lately: Another war was possible - after a high point of struggle, how did the radical movement take a wr...

Anarchist (and anti-fascist) notes: some texts that have caught my eye recently

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Sources: @igd.bsky.social @freedompress.bsky.social @shaneburley.bsky.social @cbmilstein.bsky.social @historyiswhat.bsky.social @crimethinc.com @pmpress.bsky.social

Fire and Flames Music merch table, where records, books, and shirts can be seen. A person behind the table conceals their face with a copy of ANOTHER WAR IS POSSIBLE. Front of table is covered with a large FIRE AND FLAMES RIOTWEAR banner and an ANTIFASCHISTISCHE AKTION flag.

Book table with a few antifascist books, pins, patches.

The Fire and Flames Music crew enjoying “Another War Is Possible” at the Autonome Zentrum Wuppertal’s summer festival.

Orso-wartime-journals-of-an-anarchist — Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness Orso: Wartime Journals of an Anarchist contains the first-person narrative of Lorenzo Orsetti—also known as Heval Tekoşer Piling, now Şehîd (martyr) Tekoşer—an internationalist soldier in Rojava. It w...

Orso: Wartime Journals of an Anarchist contains the first-person narrative of Lorenzo Orsetti—also known as Heval Tekoşer Piling, now Şehîd (martyr) Tekoşer—an internationalist soldier in Rojava. It was published in its original Italian following his death.

They’re in there for us. We’re out here for them.

Antifa Means Attack.

Germany antifascist protest demanding the release of Jo.

Jo is a German antifascist serving a 5-year prison sentence for the “crime” of defending Stuttgart against fascist violence.

More info/how to support Jo: supportantifaprisone...

#j25antifa, #freiheitfürjo, #freeallantifas

Afterwards:

“deep down, between the pain and angst, I knew that the whole experience had given me the feeling that the risks we took were worthwhile. We fought for our lives, and our desires defended.”

Excerpt from "From Riot to Insurrection: The G8 Summit of 2001 & The Battle of Genoa

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Graffitti on a brick wall in black letters reading CARLO VIVE, I MORTI SIETE VOI and a circle A.

It’s the only useful weapon I can find in my arsenal today to fight the idea that you will be forgotten, just a footnote in a distant clash of a long forgotten movement. Your face, your hopes, your dreams and eventually your name just fading into the history books."

a godless anarchist writing a letter to a dead street punk. Hoping others will read it, inquire about you, and about the conditions, dreams, and adventures which led to the rising tide of our movement, and the wave which that day swept your life with it.

But many years have passed Carlo, and I’ve had to lay down my weapons as well. So since I can no longer do my part to keep your memory alive with action, here we are:

That, while the circumstances may be different, both death as well as the passage of time will one day come after me just as they came for you. But, and here I assume we’re also similar in spirit, just because it’s inevitable doesn’t mean it’s going to stop me from trying to prevent it.

I don’t believe in the afterlife and I doubt that you did either. Maybe it’s my desperate way of grasping at a sense of control over what seems inevitable— that time eventually devours us all.

Just as I’m outraged that you were robbed of whatever future you were yet to choose, I’m alarmed as I see your memory fading in time from the collective consciousness of those who came after you. I don’t even know why I’m addressing you in a letter.

or reminding me of the brutal price of rebellion as the picture of you laying in a pool of blood plays constantly in my head.

You’ll never have a chance to move on, regret your choices, denounce the excesses of your youth, or spend your entire life staying true to them.
(...)Forever a twenty three year old, just a few short years beyond a teenager, looking at us through an aging photo,

And, even if my adventures hadn’t exiled me from Europe and I could find myself in Genoa once more, we’ll never reminisce together about that hot sunny summer day when you almost went to the beach, but instead, outraged at the police invasion of your home, joined us in battle.

Greying but still free, dog at your side, panhandling on the streets of Genoa to this very day. But you were robbed of a future, so you will never be any of these things. You won’t betray us, you won’t move on, you won’t walk among us.

and throwing a coin towards the next generation of punkabbestia as you pass them on the streets which used to be yours. Or, who knows, you would have become an old punk.

Or maybe, you would have looked at them with wistful nostalgia, as just a healthy chapter you went through in your life before assimilating, getting a good union job thanks to your dad’s connections, starting a family,

Maybe your youthful rebellion would have eventually faded, you would have finished your university studies, gotten a degree, moved on, and looked back with disdain at your days on the streets as a rebel and an outcast.

robbed of the opportunity to do whatever it is that brought you joy and made you feel whole as a person in the years and decades that should have still been left in your life.

(...) we all know the street punks and the obsessive young orthodox anarchists just often didn’t get along very well. None of that matters though. What matters is that they froze you in time. You will forever be a young street punk, if that’s indeed what you were,

Not particularly organized, sometimes dropping in on political meetings but definitely not an activist, militant, or cadre of any kind. The Tute Bianche, whose words to this day I’m obviously still very reluctant to take at face value, called you “not particularly political.”

But from what I’m told, if we had lived in the same city, chances are good that we wouldn’t have gotten along very well. I’m told you were one of Genoa’s punkabbestia, which from what I understand is kind of like the chaos punks or street punks we had in my cities.