Posts Tagged ‘Zoé Aveilla’
Wednesday, May 15th, 2019
Wednesday 8, Black May.
We installed two explosive devices in the building of the Service of Internal Taxes (SII), located at 281 General del Canto Street, Providencia.
In the face of progress and development, materialized today in projects such as TPP-11 and the APEC Summit, we recognize the need to lift different forms of organization, betting on the proliferation of links, spaces and networks that converge in attack and resistance.
With this action we remember the anarchists Mauricio Morales and Zoé Aveilla, who risked everything for a world free of domination.
MEMORY, HONOR AND COMBAT!
LONG LIVE ANARCHY!
“Peace is unmemory and oblivion – To memory of Mauricio Morales Duarte” by anarchist Gustavo Rodríguez
Monday, August 13th, 2018
Peace is unmemory and oblivion – To memory of Mauricio Morales Duarte
“The cult of the dead is nothing more than contempt for true pain. […] The latter must also disappear, faced with the fatality of death the people must react firmly. We must fight against suffering instead of displaying it, of promenading it in grotesque processions and false commemorations […] Pyramids, graves, tombs must be thrown down; we must drive the plow through the walls of cemiteries to rid humanity of what we call respect for the dead, which is the worship of corpses“.
This is the third text I write in his memory, through these nine years of absence; however, the pain doesn`t go away. It couldn`t vanish in spite of time gone by, as I couldn`t dissipate the pain for the physical disappearance of my dear Urubu, of my esteemed Rafa (Daniel Barret), of my brother Canek and so many others who left but who live in our black memory. It is not that I want to show pain or recreate it in celebrations of mourning: we anarchists don`t worship corpses. I am simply unable to overcome it. And I couldn`t – nor want to – overcome this feeling because I`ve always transformed it into anger. I don`t intend to do the tiniest effort to forget them because memory, comrades, is our most potent weapon. (more…)
Friday, May 17th, 2013
Four years. Difficult to know if it’s four years already or just four years. Four years and a long mourning which has only just begun several years after her death, after those who justice found necessary to punish directly for the accident which cost Zoé her life finished the prison sentences which they had been assigned, after those who remained outside prison were no longer listened in on, tailed, photographed, filmed, intimidated. But anyway, that’s another story. After those who believe that seeing a friend die is not enough have satisfied themselves with our pain, have been sated enough by our sadness to leave again with a full belly and head held high, proud to have restored order and justice. This order and this justice which are after our friendships and our loves, and that seek to destroy them, because our friendships and loves are, among other things, born of our desires and our potential to create a space in which to grow and develop. Without passion, theory is but a dead letter. And cynicism is nothing revolutionary. (more…)
Sunday, March 17th, 2013
Note from LT: Our path as a propaganda project is still marked by the moment when we found the information in French that a compañera had died and a compañero had been wounded, this accident happened when the two armed an explosive device during the early hours of May 1st, 2009. But we found this information and translated it more than a month after this painful accident happened, and also the information was always equally scarce. We have never managed to understand why there was such silence, if there was even a review published in France titled “Peste Noire” (Black Plague) in honor of the compañero Mauri, in which texts were translated from Spanish to French and the editors did a lot of work to copy communiques and reflections. We often asked why they couldn’t find similar texts to the ones we could find for Mauri after his accidental death, except with Zoe’s name, but the responses were always that this was how her close compañerxs wanted it. Which we never shared. (more…)