Proposal from the Fire Cells Conspiracy

September 22, 2011 by This Is Our Job

From Culmine (September 21, 2011):

To all anarchist prisoners:

Prison is the country of prisoners. From here inside, we want to send
greetings to our comrades imprisoned around the world, as well as set a
proposal in motion.

In the country of prisoners, the days go by one after the other, slow and
indifferent, while everywhere cement and an immense boredom prevail.

Nevertheless, our minds often escape and secretly visit our brothers and
sisters imprisoned in Chile, Mexico, Italy, Germany, Switzerland, England,
Russia, Denmark, and wherever else there are cells full of people who
haven’t lost the desire for freedom.

Comrades, we talk to you even though we don’t speak the same language. We
see you even though we’ve never met face-to-face. We smile at you even
though we don’t know one another.

The enemy believes it can break our morale by locking us up in its cells
for months and years. Power thus expects to receive a declaration of
remorse, a renunciation of direct action, a revision of our anarchist
values.

But the only thing it will receive is our utter contempt and our most
potent rage. All of us who have assumed responsibility for belonging to
the first phase of the Fire Cells Conspiracy expect sentences of many
years—condemnation by a system we have declared war on because we will not
tolerate it governing our lives.

We want to transform the upcoming trial of the Fire Cells Conspiracy into
a trial of the system.

By way of our discourse and our attitude, it won’t be us defending
ourselves in front of the judges, but they defending themselves in front
of us for the crimes committed by the Power they serve.

At the same time, we want to draw attention to the fascist mechanism
constructed to persecute us via the collaboration of the police, the
judiciary, and the mass media.

A mechanism that launched an unprecedented antianarchist campaign whose
goal was not just our arrest, but also the creation of a climate of
widespread fear in which even the possession of previously published texts
by anarchist prisoners could lead to a date with the prosecutor.

This was preceded by numerous detentions, the issuing of arrest warrants,
the publication of photos of those of us who were at large, mass media
screenplays about “connections between all the guerrilla organizations,”
reports about the “revolutionary fund” and our participation in bank
robberies, “specialist” analyses of each of our “psychological profiles,”
and many other methodical schemes whose objective was to isolate us
morally and marginalize anarchist urban guerrilla warfare.

The State wants to wipe the choice of anarchist direct action off the map
of values held by subversive circles.

It wants to portray direct action as a futile decision that leads directly
to prison, changing nothing.

However, when you choose direct action, you choose to take your life into
your own hands.

Through direct action, we break away from stagnant thinking, we negate
spineless movements, and we sabotage the clocks of discipline, creating
free time and space within the hostile environment of the metropolis.

There, where surveillance cameras record our every move, uniformed police
pigs memorize our faces, and the screens of the spectacle fabricate our
desires, we once again don our masks. Our hands grab hold of stones,
Molotovs, bombs, pistols, and we pour into the streets in search of
freedom.

Now, even in prison, we don’t ever forget that feeling, and we’ll do
exactly the same thing again the first chance we get.

We therefore don’t want intellectuals, university professors, or any of
the well-known hacks from leftist cliques defending us at our trial.

What do any of them know about the adventure of direct action and its values?

What can be said by those who spend all day firmly seated in their
comfortable offices, chitchatting against the system from the vantage
point of their leftist salon culture while that very system feeds them?

No, let them keep their “sensitivity” and the guilt they feel for having
sold out to the Power that wants to portray us as “troubled, socially
impressionable youths.”

We’re not looking for fake sympathy or support from the Left. Far from it.
We seek accomplices to the same crime: the fight for anarchy and freedom.

There can be no more appropriate place for our search than the prisons
that constitute an obligatory stop on the path of many anarchist comrades.

Therefore, comrades, we present you with a proposal/invitation.

In a few months the second Fire Cells Conspiracy trial will be held.

Even now we know that they will sentence us, and not for one minute will
we take a step back, nor will we lower our heads or our voices in order to
benefit from some “extenuating circumstance.”

Therefore, there can be no better or stronger argument for our defense
that your own voice, comrades. It’s from your expressions of solidarity
and the attacks carried out by anarchist direct action groups that we draw
the courage to look our persecutors directly in the eye. Surely you’ve
felt the same thing, imprisoned in other countries and paying the same
price for our shared passion for freedom.

More specifically, what we’re thinking about and proposing is to release,
ahead of the trial, a pamphlet containing your international words of
solidarity with the Fire Cells Conspiracy case.

At the same time, given that solidarity is a reciprocal concept to us,
we’d like it if those of you who want to contribute something—thereby
giving us strength and support—accompany it with an introductory text
explaining your own case.

The pamphlet we want to release will thus include summaries of each of
your cases, carrying your own experience of struggle to Greece and the
other countries where the publication will be distributed, creating new
opportunities to instigate hostilities with the system as part of
international solidarity.

Together we will create an international experience of struggle that far
exceeds our specific case, since we don’t view the Fire Cells Conspiracy
as the simple calling card of an organization. We view it as a way of
being that describes and comprises the features and trajectory of the
anarchist struggle we’re all engaged in, another part of which is our time
spent in prison.

This is an experience we want to share with all you comrades who find
yourselves prisoners in the hands of the State, and it’s simultaneously a
proposal through which we can also be accomplices to your experiences.

It thus becomes possible to reach, within international anarchist circles,
a level of unity and coordination that isn’t vague, but essential.

Contact between comrade prisoners at an international level transforms
solidarity into a revolutionary workshop, revealing the different
perceptions that shape a joint anarchist action front.

The first contact between us will be capable of creating the preconditions
that open up an international dialogue among prisoners as well as comrades
on the other side of the prison walls—a dialogue in which each person’s
specific perceptions and analyses can be discussed, thereby promoting
coordinated attacking actions against the State. Of course, this doesn’t
mean the fusion or the dismissal of different opinions

Additionally, such differences cannot and must not be obstacles to
reciprocal support.

This is about trying to move from sympathy, which has developed among us
through letters and shared textual references, to international
coordination. It’s about trying to become accomplices, together forming
the Black International of anarchist prisoners and supporting—if so
desired—our Italian comrades’ proposal regarding the strengthening and
broadening of the Informal Anarchist Federation/International
Revolutionary Front.

The potentialities opened by this commitment are enormous, since it
concerns a process of intensifying hostilities between revolutionary
anarchists and the system.

It’s worth imagining the strength gained by something that, for example,
begins in Chilean prisons, crosses borders, and winds up in the cells of
Greece. An international solidarity campaign can thus be initiated from
prison, just like in the past when it was a matter of supporting comrade
Gabriel Pombo da Silva.

At the same time, the formation of an autonomous network of communication
among prisoners creates the appropriate preconditions for the existence of
a permanent flow of information about what’s going on in each prison, the
conditions of imprisonment, upcoming trials, potential sentences, and
ultimately the preparation of a counterattack plan by comrades outside
prison.

For each sentenced comrade, for each disciplinary measure, for each
prohibited letter or visit, for each vindictive transfer: no guard, no
embassy, and no police officer should feel safe. When prisoners have the
potential to communicate in their hands, there will be decisive comrades
everywhere responding with action, sabotage, and fire.

We consider the proposal to release the International Words of Solidarity
with the Fire Cells Conspiracy pamphlet to be the first step in that
direction.

There will certainly be many more steps to come, but at some point one
must simply begin.

In conclusion, we salute and stand beside—with our thoughts as well as our
hearts—the Chilean comrades charged in the Bombings Case and also comrade
Tamara, who is facing State persecution for sending a letter-bomb.

From the prisons of Greece we send anarchist smoke signals to Mónica
Caballero, Andrea Urzúa, El Viejo Loco, and the rest of the comrades
charged in the Bombings Case; Gabriel Pombo da Silva; Thomas Meyer-Falk;
Marco Camenisch; Silvia, Billy, and Costa; Braulio Arturo; Walter Bond;
Villarroel and Fuentevilla; Thomas Black and the English antifascists; the
imprisoned Italian insurrectionists; the Russians and Belarusians; the
Danes; and all those we’ve forgotten or whose names we simply don’t know
but want to know, because all of us have together chosen to sail against
our epoch, using anarchy as our compass.

The following excerpt is dedicated to us all:

   One day of prison. Two days of prison. Three days of prison. A month
of prison.

   The door closes and opens, then closes and opens again. Three months
of prison. A year of prison. I need to know if others are thinking
about me as much as I’m thinking about them. The days can’t go by fast
enough now. Four-hundred-eighty-two days of prison.
Four-hundred-eighty-three days of prison. Four-hundred-eighty . . .
I’ve lost count. Fuck. It’s better that way. Counting is no good in
prison. The arithmetic makes no sense whatsoever. Prison has its own
smell. A smell that gets all over you and follows you around. I’ll
never manage to get it off me. Yesterday marked two calendars in
prison. Two fucking years. I don’t get any sleep. I’ve forgotten how
to smile and now I can’t dream. “Clink clink” in the night. They wake
me up for a search. Maybe they’ll find the shanks?
Seven-hundred-fifty-one days of prison. Are you satisfied, my dear
judges? Pigs. Seven-hundred-fifty-two days of prison, pigs.
Seven-hundred-fifty-three pigs. Coming and going and off I go. Coming
and going and off I go. My cell is three meters by three meters. From
the second floor window I see 20% of the sky over the top of the
fucking prison wall. I walk through the yard like an automaton. I walk
kilometers in a yard measuring just a few meters. Boredom and boredom
again. Today I vomited up my very soul. I vomited bars, walls,
solitary confinements, years of prison, judicial sentences. I vomited
three years of prison. I don’t want to count anymore. I completely
close my eyes and think. I think about my comrades, whom they’re
keeping far away from me in other prisons. I think about fires on the
prison roofs. I think about everything prison has tried to make me
forget. I think about a smile, a caress, a journey that doesn’t end
over there where the wall ends, a glance that isn’t trapped behind the
fucking prison bars. I stop thinking. I open my hand. I look at the
metal file I have. Now I know. I know exactly what I have to do. Let’s
go then, once again. This time with feeling. Until the end. Long live
Anarchy.

   —An altered excerpt from the text signed by J. and V.

LONG LIVE THE FIRE CELLS CONSPIRACY. LONG LIVE THE INFORMAL ANARCHIST
FEDERATION/INTERNATIONAL REVOLUTIONARY FRONT.

P.S. The current proposal to release the International Words of Solidarity
with the Fire Cells Conspiracy pamphlet will be mailed to all our
imprisoned comrades around the world. In order to counteract potential
difficulties (censored correspondence), and due to the lack of information
regarding certain comrade prisoners (unknown prison mailing addresses),
our proposal will also be posted on anarchist Web sites. But what’s
crucially needed is that our comrade prisoners be informed. All responses,
texts, comments, and critiques can be sent by e-mail to sinomosia_pf [at]
yahoo [dot] com and by conventional mail to:

Post Box 51076
TK 14510 Nea Kifissia
Athens
Greece

—Imprisoned Fire Cells Conspiracy members: Panayiotis Argyrou, Michalis
Nikolopoulos, Giorgos Nikolopoulos, Gerasimos Tsakalos, Christos Tsakalos,
Giorgos Polydoras, Damiano Bolano, Haris Hatzimichelakis, Olga Economidou