For Nahel and All the Others, Private Car of Cop Set on Fire in Hamburg, Germany

A reformist view of the police as an organ of power is not only naive but also dangerous. Continuous killings by the pigs in uniform are proof that neither internal anti-racist programs nor public debate are able to keep the trigger-happy monsters in check and prevent the next murder. When we hear about the execution of a 19 year old who was riddled with 34 bullets by several cops and miraculously survived paraplegic, our hatred once again rises to immeasurable levels and we have to do something.

Let them be afraid on their patrols through the neighborhoods of the marginalized. They should be afraid at their desks when they arrogantly look at the human filth outside their windows. They are supposed to be afraid when they lie in their little beds at night dreaming of action against evil.

Being a cop is a conscious choice. They hear about the murders and the methods of oppression. They know about it and still apply to the police.

They should be sure of our contempt.

In joyful hatred and with the energy that the revolt in France gives us, we set fire to the private car of a cop pig in Eimsbüttel in the night of 12.7.

We join in the action against power with the anti-authoritarians and angry revolters in France. The pigs killed Nahel M. in Nanterre. The cop who took Nahel’s life and caused his family endless grief did it because he felt he had the right to do so. His uniform and his training give him permission. This pig identifies so much with his disgusting profession that he decides for himself whose life has value and whose does not.

Every cop is a potential danger.

Non-white people in a white society are much more often affected by deadly police violence than white people. But socially excluded, drug addicted, mentally ill, or people who are not from the right or middle class spectrum feel police violence more often.

We find ourselves in eternal hatred together with other hood-wearing people on the streets and squares of revolts.

So that the fear changes sides.

Source: de.indymedia

Translation: Dark Nights