Peace is unmemory and oblivion – To memory of Mauricio Morales Duarte
“The cult of the dead is nothing more than contempt for true pain. […] The latter must also disappear, faced with the fatality of death the people must react firmly. We must fight against suffering instead of displaying it, of promenading it in grotesque processions and false commemorations […] Pyramids, graves, tombs must be thrown down; we must drive the plow through the walls of cemiteries to rid humanity of what we call respect for the dead, which is the worship of corpses“.
This is the third text I write in his memory, through these nine years of absence; however, the pain doesn`t go away. It couldn`t vanish in spite of time gone by, as I couldn`t dissipate the pain for the physical disappearance of my dear Urubu, of my esteemed Rafa (Daniel Barret), of my brother Canek and so many others who left but who live in our black memory. It is not that I want to show pain or recreate it in celebrations of mourning: we anarchists don`t worship corpses. I am simply unable to overcome it. And I couldn`t – nor want to – overcome this feeling because I`ve always transformed it into anger. I don`t intend to do the tiniest effort to forget them because memory, comrades, is our most potent weapon.
Not everyone I named died in combat – but neither is there anything to extol in the fact of falling into combat. We don`t have martyrs. We don`t believe in sacrifice and immolation. That we leave to christians, muslims, nationalists, bolsheviks. The only thing that motivates us is freedom without restrictions and passion for life, that`s why we fight for Total Liberation. That`s why our war is against domestication and domination. Against all Power, against all Authority, against the whole existing.
From the moment that we assume ourselves as anarchists without any guilt, we implicitly assume the illegality of our action, accepting the consequences of anarchic war. We know in advance what we are facing: repression under all its facets, deportation, prison, death. These are the risks that result from our praxis, risks assumed by all those who elected to fight against the whole Authority. Not for a better world nor for a bright future society, nor in the name of a class or a cause, nor even hopeful in the realization of the increasingly inaccessible Social Revolution; it isn`t either for a price to pay, before as a weight to be taken from above us . Do it for the pleasure that arises from giving free rein to all passions, for the joy of living intensely, confronting day by day the death in life that the system of domination imposes on us, for the satisfaction of being an anarchist to the last consequences, for the delight of giving impetus to destruction efforts of the anarchic uprising.
On the night of May 22, 2009 our dear Mauri did not decide immolate himsel for any cause, nor did he conclude that the hour had come to sacrifice himself for a better tomorrow. On that fateful night, Mauri fit in his backpack the home-made bomb – with which he would strike power again. It would be a new attack – not the first nor the last – this time against the Gendarmerie School of Santiago and he would do it with joy, with that playful spirit that characterized him, assuming the dangers of anarchic war as we all do it in the daily fight. But he who loves life bothers his oppressor, detests with fury who causes death and confronts him in all latitudes.
That May 22nd, Mauri went out to lighten the night of Santiago, seeking to give life to Anarchy, with the passion that guided his steps, propagating the negative energy of his anarchic fury, absolute owner of his life in full freedom. That night, death took him from us, leaving the Furies locked in our hearts. Took him without asking permission, as it had stolen 22 days earlier the comrade Zoé Aveilla – while she installed a bomb at sunrise on May 1st – as it could have taken each one of us, without giving up on playing the game again.
Today, the Furies continue to incite us to not stop fighting until the anger is released, creating a potency in the self that is simultaneously its own meaning. As in greek mithology, the Furies urge us to fight and not forget the fallen. Heraclitus reminds us that “Even if the Sun itself tried to abandon its course, the Furies would find it”. That is why the Arche [principle] of anarchy – yesterday, today, tomorrow and always – it’s the war against any Authority.
Nowadays, the best hommage or celebration of Mauri is to recharge hundreds of thousand of extinguishers, to perform countless expropriations, to facilitate multiple escapes, to confront tooth and nail this death in life that is imposed on us. Peace is unmemory and oblivion: let`s encourage destructive creativity, let`s amplify anarchic war to all corners of the Earth, let`s give life to Anarchy.
For the Black International!
Planet Earth, May 20, 2018