Commemorative Demonstration, 7/02, 20:00 (placing of a plaque on Mesologgiou st)
Panhellenic March in Memory & Struggle, 8/02, 13:00 (meeting at Propylaia)
“The true defeat is not that you have lost.
The true defeat is having made yours the idea of defeat.
That you cannot win and change things”
The comrade Kyriakos was one of us. He was one of those who believe there is a deep dividing line between the bourgeois justice of the powerful and true justice. The justice of those whose children were killed at Tempi by the state – murderer. The justice of those who participated in militant strikes. Of those who expropriate the accumulated wealth from the bank safes. Of those who turned the knife on their rapists and abusers. The justice of the tiger that hunts its hunter. The justice of the fast-flowing current that breaks through the dam. Of those armed indigenous peoples who took vengeance on their conquerors. Those who bombed their settlers. The justice of those who burnt down the modern concentration camps. Those who escaped from prison for a breath of freedom. Those who doubted the state monopoly on violence. Those who struggled with every means. The justice of those who refused selfishness. Those who thought of us and not me. Those who, during the course of history, took positions of battle next to the oppressed. As the comrade Kyriakos did.
A comrade that chose the path of revolutionary responsibility. That was consistent with his self. Participating indiscriminately in all fields of struggle. A child of 2008 and the December insurrection, the burning barricades, the enraged consciousnesses, the vows for vengenace in teenage conversations. And then a protester of ’11 and ’12, the era of austerity, of the IMF and the Troika, the revolts and clashes, the day-long demonstrations and the hand-to-hand battles. From there, an anarchist in the Berlin of gentrification and social isolation, of the militant defence of squats and the solidarity with persecuted fighters, with busy hands, full nights and an open heart. Returning to Athens now, a decided militant of the anarchist movement. Participating indiscriminately in all fields of struggle. An anarchist of the squats, of antifascist and feminist patrols, of antiracist struggles and strike mobilisations, of struggles against prison and touristification. He stood firmly within the convictions of the anarchist struggle, with immense camaraderie, with sensitivity, solidarity and perceptiveness.
He carried the weight of the world and he chose to side with revolutionary duty and not legalistic consequences. He looked responsibility in the eyes and carved a parallel path. He was never content with academic and arrogant conversations, he understood the state of war we are in and took up positions of battle. He imagined a world of freedom, without opressors and the oppressed, a world of solidarity, of real relationships, of full moments.
And he left as he lived. Choosing war. Choosing to explore illegal life paths, choosing to confront with arms the social and political reality. On 31/10, the comrade Kyriakos realised his own storming of the heavens, with a death that was proud and full of dignity. The comrade Kyriakos is now next to all those who died in the struggle for the establishment of the 8-hour day in Chicago in 1886, to the armed guerillas that fell in battle against the francoist dictatorship in the Spanish revolution, to the Russian anarchists of armed propaganda. Next to the Palestinian guerillas who are resisting colonialists by fighting for their freedom. Next to the militants that brought the war to the belly of the beast, in the Western metropoles. Next to the militants of the Western urban guerilla, that fell in checkpoint skirmishes, that died from months-long hunger strikes in the dungeons of democracy, that were murdered while imprisoned by the state. Comrades from the lines of the RAF, the Red Brigades, the BLA, the armed Revolutionary Cells and so many other organisations, whose blood filled the pages of the book of armed resistance. The comrade Kyriakos stands proudly next to the comrades that fell in battle in the Greek urban guerilla: Christos Kassimis, Christos Tsoutsouvis, Michalis Prekas, Christoforos Marinos and Lambros Fountas. Comrades that tightened their fists and honoured history with their own blood so that one day we could live free.
Let 8/2 become a day of subversive memory for Kyriakos and for all the militants that took the initiative and recognised the necessity of resistance by all means. Because if anarchy is disarmed and does not strengthen its armed tendencies, it will lose part of its resilience and militancy. Because political anti-violence is not a choice, but it is born through ruling violence, abolishing in practice the separation between legal and illegal means. Let this demonstration, then, be read as a move to defend political anti-violence as a necessary expression of the struggle against poverty, misery, the state-capitalist sytem and its complex of powers. A move to defend the intensity, dedication, generosity and consistency with which the comrade Kyriakos and all those who stand next to him chose to struggle, demonstrating in practice that “here and now never comes a second time”. For those whose hearts are still fighting. For those whose hearts carry a new world inside them.
It is our honour comrade
to have met you
to have walked together on common paths
that we were not afraid to dream
It is our honour comrade
to have met you
that you chose us
that you loved us
It is our honour comrade
to have met you
to have grown up together with the same rhythm
to have shared together life and struggle
Comrade Kyriakos,
We will never betray your eyes
For we did not say goodbye, but only until next time.
With Kyriakos until the end
Call for support for two days of action 7 & 8/02
Commemorative Demonstration, 7/02, 20:00 (placing of a plaque on Mesologgiou st)
Panhellenic March in Memory & Struggle, 8/02, 13:00 (meeting at Propylaia)
“The true defeat is not that you have lost.
The true defeat is having made yours the idea of defeat.
That you cannot win and change things”
The comrade Kyriakos was one of us. He was one of those who believe there is a deep dividing line between the bourgeois justice of the powerful and true justice. The justice of those whose children were killed at Tempi by the state – murderer. The justice of those who participated in militant strikes. Of those who expropriate the accumulated wealth from the bank safes. Of those who turned the knife on their rapists and abusers. The justice of the tiger that hunts its hunter. The justice of the fast-flowing current that breaks through the dam. Of those armed indigenous peoples who took vengeance on their conquerors. Those who bombed their settlers. The justice of those who burnt down the modern concentration camps. Those who escaped from prison for a breath of freedom. Those who doubted the state monopoly on violence. Those who struggled with every means. The justice of those who refused selfishness. Those who thought of us and not me. Those who, during the course of history, took positions of battle next to the oppressed. As the comrade Kyriakos did.
A comrade that chose the path of revolutionary responsibility. That was consistent with his self. Participating indiscriminately in all fields of struggle. A child of 2008 and the December insurrection, the burning barricades, the enraged consciousnesses, the vows for vengenace in teenage conversations. And then a protester of ’11 and ’12, the era of austerity, of the IMF and the Troika, the revolts and clashes, the day-long demonstrations and the hand-to-hand battles. From there, an anarchist in the Berlin of gentrification and social isolation, of the militant defence of squats and the solidarity with persecuted fighters, with busy hands, full nights and an open heart. Returning to Athens now, a decided militant of the anarchist movement. Participating indiscriminately in all fields of struggle. An anarchist of the squats, of antifascist and feminist patrols, of antiracist struggles and strike mobilisations, of struggles against prison and touristification. He stood firmly within the convictions of the anarchist struggle, with immense camaraderie, with sensitivity, solidarity and perceptiveness.
He carried the weight of the world and he chose to side with revolutionary duty and not legalistic consequences. He looked responsibility in the eyes and carved a parallel path. He was never content with academic and arrogant conversations, he understood the state of war we are in and took up positions of battle. He imagined a world of freedom, without opressors and the oppressed, a world of solidarity, of real relationships, of full moments.
And he left as he lived. Choosing war. Choosing to explore illegal life paths, choosing to confront with arms the social and political reality. On 31/10, the comrade Kyriakos realised his own storming of the heavens, with a death that was proud and full of dignity. The comrade Kyriakos is now next to all those who died in the struggle for the establishment of the 8-hour day in Chicago in 1886, to the armed guerillas that fell in battle against the francoist dictatorship in the Spanish revolution, to the Russian anarchists of armed propaganda. Next to the Palestinian guerillas who are resisting colonialists by fighting for their freedom. Next to the militants that brought the war to the belly of the beast, in the Western metropoles. Next to the militants of the Western urban guerilla, that fell in checkpoint skirmishes, that died from months-long hunger strikes in the dungeons of democracy, that were murdered while imprisoned by the state. Comrades from the lines of the RAF, the Red Brigades, the BLA, the armed Revolutionary Cells and so many other organisations, whose blood filled the pages of the book of armed resistance. The comrade Kyriakos stands proudly next to the comrades that fell in battle in the Greek urban guerilla: Christos Kassimis, Christos Tsoutsouvis, Michalis Prekas, Christoforos Marinos and Lambros Fountas. Comrades that tightened their fists and honoured history with their own blood so that one day we could live free.
Let 8/2 become a day of subversive memory for Kyriakos and for all the militants that took the initiative and recognised the necessity of resistance by all means. Because if anarchy is disarmed and does not strengthen its armed tendencies, it will lose part of its resilience and militancy. Because political anti-violence is not a choice, but it is born through ruling violence, abolishing in practice the separation between legal and illegal means. Let this demonstration, then, be read as a move to defend political anti-violence as a necessary expression of the struggle against poverty, misery, the state-capitalist sytem and its complex of powers. A move to defend the intensity, dedication, generosity and consistency with which the comrade Kyriakos and all those who stand next to him chose to struggle, demonstrating in practice that “here and now never comes a second time”. For those whose hearts are still fighting. For those whose hearts carry a new world inside them.
It is our honour comrade
to have met you
to have walked together on common paths
that we were not afraid to dream
It is our honour comrade
to have met you
that you chose us
that you loved us
It is our honour comrade
to have met you
to have grown up together with the same rhythm
to have shared together life and struggle
Comrade Kyriakos,
We will never betray your eyes
For we did not say goodbye, but only until next time.
KYRIAKOS XIMITIRIS IMMORTAL
STATE AND CAPITAL ARE THE ONLY TERRORISTS
UNTIL THE DEMOLITION OF THE LAST PRISON
SOLIDARITY WITH ALL INCARCERATED COMRADES
Dimitra Z.
Marianna M.
https://athens.indymedia.org/post/1634006/