The comrades who were lost in the struggle live in the flames of the revolution
Following the red path of blood we go back to 31/10 of 2024. Following the traces of blood, we travel through time and space. On Arcadias Street, at noon, the armed revolutionary Kyriakos Xymitiris leaves his last breath of life and freedom in this rotten world and travels. He will travel forever, he will fly over the metropolises girded with will and determination for the Cause. So from 31.10 the crowd of the match remains half. The dead revolutionaries are honored in the fire of struggle, in the barricades, in the explosions. And those who are left behind struggle with the ghosts of the living and the carcasses of the dead, confront injustice, exploitation, the authoritarian network of relationships. Until the end.
On 31/10, comrade Kyriakos Xymitiris loses his life fighting for an unruly life, trying and fighting with all his strength to attack the world of power. Not safely from a position of safety, not with the swagger of non-consequences, nor in words and empty declarations. But using means of struggle that cost life and freedom. It has been written and written again that the means of struggle are not separated, not prioritized and not fetishized. The essence of the war message is the same, whether written on the poster or in the assumption of responsibility. But what matters – and it is worthy of admiration – is how some people like Kyriakos dedicate their lives to attack at personal cost and consequences. So many dead comrades from the past will be with him, fighters who fell fighting with guns in their hands for a better tomorrow. As a denier of the law and a continuer of the anarchist revolutionary tradition, Kyriakos sought conflict with the oppressors of this world. He chose not to remain inactive, to explore the social war, reciprocating the blows we receive in the slightest. He did not accept the end of history and questioned the narrative of the end of the armed urban guerrilla. The continuation of his militant course is the responsibility of every insurgent and the preservation of his memory will only be realized by strengthening the resistance, by attacking the world order. The names don’t matter. Neither do the places. From Greece to the ends of the heavens, how many comrades talk and smile when they see the fire of our struggles down here on Earth. Mixtures of complicity, metaphysical ways of communication between those who have fled and those who are fighting with all their might. We are sure that Kyriakos will also put a smile on his face. This action is a minimal effort to honor the memory of Kyriakos but also a gesture of solidarity and warm hugs to comrade Marianna Manoura. We do not forget any comrade from the case of Ampelokipi – victims of state schemes and schemes of the smelly 12th floor of GADA. The cops of the anti-terrorist police and their superiors who want to continue the indefinite hostage of comrades who have left their own imprint on the path of struggle would do well to reconsider. Because their tactic of artfully creating the profile of the ordinary guilty leads to prison militants with zero evidence and paves the way for sham-trials. We are sending our own message in all directions and demanding an end to all persecution here and now.
The loss of every comrade in the Battle and the imprisonment of dozens of fighters is not a defeat. The losses in the struggle are not weighed on a scale of victory and defeat. Every fall, every handcuff, every long-term sentence is a trigger for an intensification of the struggle. With more stubbornness, with audacity, with imagination. Far from us are the defeatisms and the ‘compassionate’ cries for people who are destroyed. Action within the framework of the movement and its most upgraded guerrilla formations requires commitments, sacrifices, mental reserves and inexhaustible will. All this, when combined with imagination, risk-taking and the deepest conviction that we are right, arm our hands in the most creative way.
After the explosion on October 31 and the fatal injury of Kyriakos, comrade Marianna Manoura was arrested seriously injured. Unconscious, she is taken to the hospital where the anti-terrorist garbage proceeds to obtain DNA completely irregularly. And while the comrade has not even regained consciousness and strength, the investigator herself is pressuring her to take a statement in order to detain her as soon as possible and expel her from the hospital, where only there will she be able to receive the best medical care. At an outrageously fast pace, the comrade leaves Evangelismos and is taken to Korydallos prison. The rotten and corrupt persecution system exhausts all its revenge on the injured Marianna at a time when all their thugs and minions steal the state, set up businesses, murder in Tempi, impoverish the entire society in a provocative way. The system caresses its own children, shows sensitivity to its own people. A sensitivity à la carte because when it comes to enemies of the regime, it does not hesitate to murder, to take revenge, to arrest with rotten evidence (accused of the Ampelokipi case), to drag fighters with bulletproof vests to the courts like booty. All this has been written again so many times, it is time to move on to action.
We take responsibility for the arson barrage in the early hours of Sunday, May 18 at the following targets:
- Home of the publisher and director of the website Protagon.gr Christos Memis. Former director of Vima and News and former general manager of the DOL, he runs the website after the disgusting Stavros Theodorakis. Memis, once a stalwart of Psycharis, has delivered lectures for the Bodossaki Foundation with other filthy journalists such as the American-phile Papachelas.
- House of judges Panagiotis Efstratiou (former vice-president of the Council of State) and Mary Sharp (former president of the Council of State and current president of the Competition Commission). In 2021, the miserable pedophile Efstratiou snorted cocaine together with young men he had ‘shopped’ at his home in Ilioupoli.In the darkness and obscurity, such incidents are the norm, a shining example that signs and wonders happen under the robes and the court benches. A message at the same time to the entire disgusting caste of judges who, like modern inquisitors, distribute years of condemnation to fighters, poor devils, marginals. Numbers of years of conviction that are shared without a trace of empathy as if we are talking about change of money. In fact, at a time when comrade and member of the Revolutionary Struggle Nikos Maziotis is receiving all the revenge from the judicial councils for his conditional release, we wish him good strength on the difficult path of claiming his release.
- The home of the -until recently- president of EODASAAM, Christos Papadimitriou. At a time when the entire systemic mechanism is making an agonizing effort to cover up the crime of Tempe, Papadimitriou, a close friend of Dora Bakoyannis, contributed greatly to it. In the end, the system itself threw him away like a squeezed lemon cup, as it almost always happens. Papadimitriou may have had strong access and acquaintances, but he does not cease to be fodder who, on the one hand, made communication mistakes on the orders of his right-wing bosses, and on the other hand, with confusion and turmoil, muddied the waters in the Tempi case. For the system, Papadimitriou and every Papadimitriou can be expendable, for us they will be targets. The conclusion of EODASAAM was a very clever and insidious attempt to sweep the responsibilities of government actors under the carpet. After all, this particular finding was an initial attempt on the part of the blue executives to ‘mitigate’ social discontent. We are not naïve to believe that an organization like EODASAAM operated autonomously and independently, while as a public service of the Ministry of Transport and Infrastructure it is supervised by the same minister. Something like the fairy tale about the famous independent judiciary at a time when its highest members (Supreme Court, etc.) are elected by the cabinet. However, we can be sure of one thing. In the general chaos and the debate about whether there was indeed an illegal shipment or not, we lose the forest and look at the tree. Through the parade on the channels of dozens of consultants, and experts with the simultaneous overabundance of various findings, we must not forget what the dense and corrupt forest is. The forest of a system that doesn’t give a damn about the lives of people-commodities, the forest of the Georgiades who govern us, the forest of a public looted and robbed. All people’s lives don’t count the same. The lives of the unfortunate children in Tempi, the lives of comrade Kyriakos, the petty offenders murdered by the police pistols are numbers in the equations of the rulers. The lives of our fellow human beings who die on the wards of hospitals certainly count less than those who have the wealth. For Papadimitriou, therefore, there may not have been a central mandate for the rioting as he has characteristically stated, but for us our attack on his house is a minimal reminder that the memory of the 57 dead cannot be buried in any way.
After the magnificent rallies and marches, with one of the largest post-political rallies (28 February) as a milestone and the clashes with the forces of repression, the hope was born that we are indeed going through a historic period of delegitimization of the political system. And that’s how it was, albeit temporarily. However, the great heterogeneity of the anti-systemic reaction alone does not have – and it became apparent later – the power to produce the overthrow. It is up to all anti-authoritarian forces to try to radicalize the characteristics of any rallies and marches. For us, the whole mass of the people who are on the sidewalk by themselves is nothing more than a mob that shouts but does not bite. A crowd that can react, protest, sometimes ‘deviate’ but with a piece of bread it can get comfortable and sit on its sofa. A mob that sees the crime of Tempi as a criminal mistake of the government and not as a structural problem of capitalist models of power. Models that place profits and predators higher than the human lives of each and every one. Models who murder workers, who ostracize those who are leftover, who marginalize anyone who resists, who engage in provocation and fictions about police provocateurs. But a system whose poison has diffused deep into the social fabric, has permeated it so much that it now works algorithmically and is reproduced not only from top to bottom but also vice versa. It is indeed worth wondering and studying how a large portion of the popular base acts as a reproducer of power in a way that is sometimes much harsher and more unripe than the systemic actors. At home, in the family, in front of women, in children. To the weak, where it ‘takes’ us. In schools and in juvenile delinquency, where the most primitive authoritarian imposition is reproduced. Far from us sociological/psychological interpretations that are discovering America. We live in a fake world, through social media and Instagram, life loses its ferocity, its authenticity, its spontaneity and its chaoticness. It goes into boxes and gets a product price. Let’s take to the streets again, to conquer the conflict again, to fill the country with fires and tear gas. It is a big bet to re-appropriate as much of the world as possible, which takes to the streets, the violent means of struggle. Not to leave with the first flashes of lightning, to endure the tear gas, not to take the bait that the hooded people are the undercover plants but the people who envision a better world. Not on the basis of a millenary endless expectation, but here and now, today. Because for us, the crowded demonstrations have abruptly deflated for a lot of reasons, but the system that suffocates our lives is constantly growing for even more reasons.
Lately, the systemic apparatus has launched a broad attack on squats and self-organized spaces, while at the same time attacking public universities using various ridiculous pretexts. The timing is not accidental, of course. Chrysochoidis, a caricature of past years, tries to cover up the uncovered and exhaust all his iron fist in structures that are a thorn in the side of the system itself and to turn universities into maximum security prisons. According to Chrysochoidis, the danger to the safety of the citizens is Exarchia and the anarchists, and not the rain of bullets in the center of the city at noon. The danger is the hangouts of militants inside the universities and not the countless murders and beatings of people by the cops. If he had the elementary self-respect, he should have already resigned. A raised fist, therefore, to the persecuted fighters who are persecuted for the events of Law.
Closing our position, let us send our militant greetings to all the comrades behind bars. To all the comrades who at night gaze at the barbed wire from the window of their cell and weave the rebellions of Tomorrow. In the fleeting thought of the futility of effort and struggles, let the faith for future attacks take root. After all, the trap of a lifetime of norms and imposed ‘musts’ has invisible chains and multiple years of condemnation. We salute every insubordinate criminal prisoner whose dignity and honor define his illegal steps. At the same time, we send our own fiery greetings to every individual or grouping that crosses the red lines of legality and attacks systemic structures. Comrades, let us attack again and again and again with all our might, here and now! By all means to bleed the monster of power.
Solidarity with all captive revolutionaries everywhere.
Courage and strength to all persecuted fighters.
Honor forever to Kyriakos Xymitis.
COMMANDO ”KYRIAKOS XIMITIRIS”