That thought is I am here today sitting in a steel and concrete, tomblike cage writing these words to you but sometime in the future it might be you behind prison walls, writing comparable thoughts to the outside.
– Harold H. Thompson [1942-2008]
Each day that a comrade spends inside is one more day of hatred and war against those in uniform and their ‘civilised’ society that perpetuates incarceration as a purge; against the prisons and this industry of punishment.
We therefore combat all that sustains prisons, with diffusion, direct actions, self-management and an anarchic search of free lives; solidarity is also our act of war towards the system that doesn’t want anything else but to form a wall of silence around the prisons, isolating the prisoners to corrupt their minds and spirits.
When we go out to carry out this action for long-term prisoners Marco Camenisch, Gabriel Pombo Da Silva and Claudio Lavazza, we do so with the certainty that, beyond the dissemination of their cases, we’re overwhelmed by the necessity to send out a gesture to them, that we have them present and furthermore understand that these three anarchist comrades are not the only ones abducted serving a long sentence, confined in isolation regime and many other forms of domination and torture that the state has prepared for those of us who defy their order-society-civilisation. Our action also goes out to all the nameless and those who in their anonymity resist behind the concrete walls. Our solidarity gesture is for them, it goes out to them, our comrades; this kind of solidarity is a weapon that should constantly attack this part of incarceration which becomes so dire: isolation. So, we hope to reach their eyes with this gesture and to keep attacking with utter rage until the total destruction of prisons and the society-civilisation that sustains them.
I despise the pity in your gaze that humiliates me. I prefer you look at me with fear as these eyes will see the fall of your civilisation.
Demolition for prisons. Freedom for long-term prisoners.
From another place in the world…