Waging our own war
Entire cities razed to the ground. Soldiers killing defenseless and terrorized people. The exodus of millions of people. In the face of such horrors, the condemnation of war is unanimous. Our stomach can only protest, overwhelmed by a feeling of nausea.
This does not prevent most of us from living in the midst of the machinery and infrastructures that make these massacres possible. Because yes, indeed, the war starts here, at home. In the hundreds of factories, workshops and laboratories that constantly produce the instruments of death. In the deadly logistics that allow the uninterrupted flow of weapons and equipment. In
the energy systems that feed the war machine. In other words, all the tearful speeches about the end of war are a real hypocrisy, as long as there are industrialists to produce it, politicians to declare it, scientists to innovate it, generals to manage it, in short, as long as the interests of those who collaborate with it from near and far flourish.
Is the military industry protected from prying eyes by thick smoke screens? Does all this production take place in distant underground bunkers? No, it’s all there! Exposed to the attention of anyone.
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done so directly and that going there and keeping silent would avoid another unpleasant police intrusion, he went there. But it was a bad idea, because this summons was transformed into police custody for the events of September 2021 of violence on PDAP, contempt, rebellion, refusal to have his photo taken, to give his fingerprints and his DNA. That day, during a concert at the squat Le Marbré in Montreuil, the cops had arrested these same 3 people during a police charge [2]. This pending case from September 2021 (which can hardly justify a raid 10 months later…), was thus reactivated on the occasion of the raids of July 6, thanks to article 65 of the code of criminal procedure, which allows this kind of crap.
These words travelled by your side from a cell very far from yours. They carry with them, the identically guilty thoughts that crush borders and walls. They carry the same persistence and impatience for the return to the paths of fire. Those thoughts don’t die daily on the iron bars and uninformed figures that separate us. They remain alive accompanying the same necessity for one more consensual plan that will surrender to the fire and gunpower the order and safety of this old world.
in the 17th arrondissement that same evening.
