The comrades lost in struggle live on in the flames of the revolution.
Following the red path of blood we go back to 10/31, 2024. Following the traces of blood we travel in time and space. Arcadia Street, 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 armed with will and determination for the Cause. From 10/31, therefore, the world of struggle remains torn apart. The dead revolutionaries are honoured in the fire of struggle, on the barricades, in the explosions. And those who are left behind struggle with the ghosts of the living and the corpses of the undead, confront injustice, exploitation, the authoritarian network of relations. Until the end.
On 31/10, comrade Kyriakos Xymitiris lost his life fighting for an unsubjugated life, trying and struggling with all his strength to attack the world of power. Not safely from a secure position, not within the sanctuary of non-consequences nor with words and hollow proclamations. But using means of struggle that cost life and freedom.
It has been written and written again that the means of struggle are not separate, are not hierarchized and are not fetishized. The essence of the battle message is the same whether written on the poster or in the assumption of responsibility. However, it is important – and admirable – that 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 a weapon in their hands for a better tomorrow. As a refuser 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 by at least returning the blows we receive. He did not accept the end of history and questioned the narrative of the end of the armed guerrilla struggle practically. The continuation of his fighting path is the responsibility of every insurgent and the preservation of his memory will only be achieved by strengthening resistance, by attacking the order of this world. Names do not matter. Neither do places. From Greece to the ends of the heavens, how many comrades are discussing and smiling when they see the fire of our struggles here on Earth. Expressions of complicity, metaphysical ways of communication between those who left and those who are fighting with all their strength. We are sure that Kyriakos will also smile. This action of ours is a minimal effort to honour the memory of Kyriakos but also a gesture of solidarity and a warm embrace to comrade Marianna Manoura. We do not forget any comrade from the Ampelokipoi case – victim of state machinations and methods of the sinister 12th floor of GADA. The counter-terrorism cops and their superiors who want to continue the indefinite holding of comrades who have left their mark on the path of struggle would do well to reconsider.
Because their manipulative tactic of creating the profile of the usual suspect leads to imprisoning fighters with zero evidence and paves the way for parody trials. We send our message in every direction and demand the end of all persecution right here and now.
The loss of every comrade in Battle and the imprisonment of dozens of fighters does not constitute a defeat. The losses in the struggle are not weighed on a scale of victory and defeat. Every fall, every
handcuff, every long-term conviction is a trigger for intensifying the struggle. With more stubbornness, with courage, with imagination. Far from us is the defeatism and the ‘compassionate’ cries for people who are being destroyed. Action within the framework of the movement and its most advanced guerrilla formations requires commitment, sacrifice, mental reserves and inexhaustible will. All of this, when combined with imagination, taking risks and the deepest conviction that we are right, arms our hands in the most creative way.
After the explosion on October 31 and the fatal injury of Kyriakos, comrade Marianna Manoura is arrested, seriously injured. Unconscious, she is taken to hospital where the anti-terrorist scum proceed to take DNA completely irregularly. And while the comrade has not even regained consciousness and strength, the interrogator herself is pressing her to give a statement in order to imprison her as soon as possible and expel her from the hospital, the only place where she will 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 prosecution system exhausts all its vindictiveness on the wounded Marianna at the moment when all the rich crooks and their minions are robbing the public, setting up businesses, murder at Tempi and impoverishing society as a whole in a provocative way. The system caresses its own children, shows sensitivity to its own people. A sensitivity a la carte because when it comes to enemies of the regime, it does not hesitate to murder, to take revenge, to arrest with flimsy evidence (the accused of the Ampelokipi case), to drag fighters to court in bulletproof vests like spoils of war. All of this has been written about so many times, it is time to take action.
We take responsibility for the incendiary barrage, on Sunday 18th of April at dawn, on the following targets:
1.The home of the publisher and administrator of the electronic website Protagon.gr Christos Memis. Former director of Vima and Nea and former general director of DOL media, he runs the website after the disgusting Stavros Theodorakis. Memis, once a protégé of Psycharis, has given lectures for the Bodossakis Foundation with other filthy journalists such as the pro-American Papachelas.
2.The homes of judges Panagiotis Efstratiou (former vice president of the STE) and Mary Sarp (former president of the STE and current president of the Competition Commission). In 2021, the wretched paedophile Efstratiou snorted cocaine with young men he had ‘bought’ at his home in Ilioupoli.
In the dark and dim, such incidents are the norm, a shining example of how many marks of horror can be seen under the judicial robes and court benches. A message at the same time to the entire despicable caste of judges who, like modern inquisitors, hand out years of sentence to fighters, poor devils, marginalized people. Numbers of years of sentences handed out without a trace of empathy as if we were talking about pennies. At a time when our comrade and member of Revolutionary Struggle, Nikos Maziotis, is receiving all the vindictiveness from the judicial councils for his conditional release, we wish him good strength on the difficult path of claiming his release from prison.
3. Home of the – until recently – president of EODASAAM, Christos Papadimitriou. At a time when the entire systemic mechanism is making a frantic effort to cover up the Tempi crime, Papadimitriou, a close friend of Dora Bakoyanni, contributed the most to it. In the end, the system itself threw him away like a squeezed lemon, as almost always happens. Papadimitriou may have had strong connections and acquaintances, but he is still an expendable person who, on the one hand, made communication mistakes at the behest of his right-wing bosses, and on the other hand, muddied the waters in the Tempi case with his confusion. For the system, Papadimitriou and every Papadimitriou may 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 agents under the rug. Moreover, this particular conclusion was an initial attempt on the part of the blue executives to ‘mitigate’ social discontent. We are not as naive as to believe that an organization like EODASAAM operated autonomously and independently when, as a public service of the Ministry of Transport and Infrastructure it is supervised by the same minister. Something like the fairytale about the famous independent judiciary when its highest members (Arios Pagos, etc.) are elected by the cabinet. Of one thing, however, we can be sure. Amidst the general chaos and the debate about whether or not there was indeed an illegal cargo, we lose sight of the forest and look at the tree.
Through the parade on the channels of dozens of consultants, experts and specialists with the simultaneous abundance of professional reports, we must not forget where the dense and corrupt forest is. The forest of a system that does not give a damn about the lives of peoples-products, the forest of the Georgiadises who govern us, the forest of a public that has been looted and robbed. The lives of all people do not count the same. The lives of the children who died in Tempi, the life of
comrade Kyriakos, the murdered petty criminals by police pistols are numbers in the equations of those in power. The lives of our fellow human beings who die in hospital wards certainly count less than those who have wealth. So, it may be that for Papadimitriou there was no central order for the cover-up 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 covered-up in any way.
After the magnificent rallies and protests, with one of the largest post-political demonstrations (February 28) as a milestone and the clashes with the forces of repression, the hope was born that we were indeed going through a historical period of delegitimization of the political system.
And that is how it was, albeit temporarily. However, the great heterogeneity of the anti-system reaction does not in itself have – and it was subsequently shown – the power to produce an overthrowal. It is up to all the anti-authoritarian forces to try to radicalize the characteristics of any demonstrations and marches. For us, the entire mass of people on the road in itself constitutes nothing more than a mob that shouts but does not bite. A mob that can react, protest, sometimes ‘deviate’ but which with a piece of bread can get comfortable and sit on its sofa. A mob that sees the crime of Tempi as a criminal mistake of the government and governments and not as a structural problem of capitalist models of power. Models that place profit and business above the lives of each and every one. Models that murder workers, that ostracize those left over, that marginalize anyone who resists, that indulge in provocatology and fictions about police provocateurs.
But a system whose poison has spread deep into the social fabric has permeated it to the point that it now functions algorithmically and reproduces itself not only from top to bottom but also vice versa. It is indeed worth questioning and studying how the large portion of the popular mass acts as a reproducer of power in a way that is sometimes much harsher and immature than the one from actors of the system. At home, in the family, towards women, children. On the weaker, where we ‘can’ act.
In schools and juvenile illegality where the most primitive authoritarian oppresion is reproduced. Far from us are sociological/psychological interpretations that discover America. We live in a fake world, through social media and Instagram, life loses its wildness, its authenticity, its spontaneity and its chaotic essence. It is put into boxes and acquires the value of a product. Let us take to the streets again, let us conquer conflict again, let the squares be filled with fires and tear gas. It is a big wager, the re-utilization of violent means of struggle for as many people as possible taking to the streets. Not running away at the first flash, withstanding the tear gas, not falling for the story that hooded people are police provocateurs but people who envision a better world. Not on the basis of a millenarian endless anticipation, but here and now, today. Because for us, the massive protests have suddenly deflated for a bunch of reasons, but the system that suffocates our lives is constantly growing for even more reasons.
Lately, the mechanism of the system has launched a broad attack on squats and self-organized spaces while simultaneously attacking public universities using various absurd pretexts. The timing is no coincidence, of course. Chrysochoidis, a caricature of years past, is trying to cover up the uncoverable and exhaust his iron fist on structures that are a thorn in the side of the system itself and turn universities into maximum security prisons. According to Chrysochoidis, the danger to the safety of citizens is Exarchia and the anarchists, not the rain of bullets in broad daylight in the city centre. The danger would be the hangouts of activists inside the universities, not the countless murders and beatings of people by the cops. If he had any self-respect, he would have resigned by now. A raised fist, then, to the activists who are being persecuted for the events at Nomiki.
Closing this position, let us send our fighting 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 fleeing thoughts of the futility of effort and struggle, let faith in future attacks take root. Besides, the trap of a life of norms and imposed ‘musts’ has invisible chains and multiple years’ sentences. We greet every unyielding criminal prisoner whose dignity and honour define his illegal steps. We also send our fiery greetings to every individual or group 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! With all the means to make the monster of authority bleed.
Solidarity to all the imprisoned revolutionaries anywhere on earth.
Strength to all the persecuted fighters.
Forever honour to Kyriakos Xymitiris.
COMMANDO “KYRIAKOS XYMITIRIS”
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