“The only thing that I’m afraid of is the time…The detriment of remembrance that looks like a second death for those who are gone… Time is a friend of death…Unless we stop the hands of the clock and fill our journals with days that those who are gone were dreaming of… Then death will have no power and our dead will live on in our hearts.”
On May 22th 2009 the anarchist Mauricio Morales gets killed while carrying a bomb in order to place it at the prison wardens’ school in Chile.
Many believe that our struggle is futile… They don’t believe that a minority of defiant anarchists can attack the governmental beast.
Still they’re forgetting that always a minority -like detonators- overturn history and derail what has been considered as a given yesterday.
Others believe that we are romantics and that it isn’t worth sacrificing ourselves for others… Yet, as it has been written somewhere “The revolutionary anarchist doesn’t sacrifice him/herself for the society, but instead he/she sacrifices the existing society. The constant anarchist revolution isn’t a sacred duty that has to be carried out by selfless ascetic martyrs. Instead, it encapsulates the individual insurrection as well, since it’s that point where our change meets with the change of the world…”
So even if we die, it’s because we have truly lived…
This is the reason that we don’t believe in mortuaries, but in actions, words and meanings that are carrying our souls within the centuries…
Seven years after his death, we are still meeting again with Mauricio Morales through the words of the anarchist Emma Goldman:
“I don’t know which of you has read the wonderful prose piece of Gorky that is called the Snake and the Hawk.
The Snake cannot understand the Hawk.
“Why don’t you get some rest here in the dark, in the beautiful, slippery dampness?” asked the Snake. “Why flying in the skies? Don’t you know of the dangers that lurk there, the violence and the storm that are waiting for you and the gun of the hunter that will knock you down and destroy your life?” But the Hawk didn’t pay any attention. It spread its wings and flew in the welkins; its triumphant song was heard and echoed in the skies.
One day the Hawk was knocked down, its blood was gushing out of its heart and then the snake said “Fool, I’ve warned you, I told you to stay where I was, in the dark, in the beautiful, warm dampness, where no one could find you and harm you…” But with its last breath, the Hawk answered “I have flown in the welkins, I’ve ascended in immense heights, I have seen the light, I have lived, I have lived!”
For Mauricio Morales…
For the comrades that are gone…
Conspiracy of Cells of Fire – Urban Guerilla Cell
(translated into English by Radiofragmata Translation Project)