Oh Mycology – radical mycology convergence reportback

This Labor Day weekend, over 200 people from many countries and cultural backgrounds gathered in northern Washington State and spent 4 days sharing knowledge about the many uses of the fungal kingdom at the world’s first Radical Mycology Conference.

The fungal kingdom is the fifth and possibly least explored branch of the tree of life. As one of the youngest natural sciences, mycology (the study of fungi) has largely been kept to professionals and academics, however in recent years public interest in fungi has grown.

We consider the use of fungal species for environmental betterment as an extension of “radical” or “deep” ecology, which considers all beings as having an inherent value and interdependence.

Fungi are important to all living (and previously-living) things, and they play an especially vital role in the life cycles of plants. Fungi are responsible for the decomposition of all woody material, turning dead plant matter into fresh new soil so new plants can thrive. Also, certain fungi create complex networks of underground mycelium (that’s the white stuff you see when you pull back a decaying log) that serve to channel nutrients and water between plants, helping maintain the health of the ecosystem beyond the fungi’s immediate needs. Newer studies are showing that fungi make up a significant portion of the inner structure of plants and help the plant ward off parasites.

With so many ecological disasters occurring throughout the world, fungi have emerged as a powerful ally in the fight to save the planet from ecological collapse. In the last decade or so, mycologists have discovered that the same enzymes that fungi produce to digest their food can also be used to break down toxic chemicals and petroleum products as well as filter farm effluent from watersheds. Species have been discovered that digest plastics, disposable diapers, motor oil, DDT, and Agent Orange. In addition, fungi may be used to remove heavy metals from polluted soil. This new field of “mycoremediation” was a main topic of focus at the RMC.

Workshops also included cultivation methods, mycopermaculture (mushrooms in the garden), mycomedicinals, mushroom paper and dye making, and fungi and lichen identification. Professional mycologists from Oaxaca presented on enthnomycology and folks from the Amazon Mycorenewal Project spoke on their work to clean up oil spills in Ecuador using oyster mushrooms. One presenter spoke about their work with the Mushroom Development Foundation, which teaches Indian farmers to grow mushrooms from agricultural waste as a supplemental income and food source.

All this took place on a communal farm, and by the end of the convergence, we had put theory to practice by setting up 2 beds of King Stropharia mushrooms to help decompose the humanure produced at the farm. We also installed burlap sacks full of Blue Oyster mushrooms around the farm’s water source to help filter the water and prevent erosion to the surrounding hill side. In addition, a “mycelial burrito” of oyster spawn, cardboard and woodchips was established in the farm’s forest garden.

To join the Radical Mycology Network please email radmycology@gmail.com or visit www.radicalmycology.com.

The Heart of Humboldt – bird's eye view of the tree sitters in Eureka

Currently threatened by the twin forces of logging and development, the tree sitters of Eureka’s McKay tract have been struggling to protect this unique watershed in Humboldt, California for the past 3 years. I joined the sitters for a tree-top chat to talk strategy, envision campaign victory, and elaborate on what it’s like living 100 feet off the ground.

Where is the McKay tract?

This is ancestral land of the Wiyot people who were massacred by white settlers around the time of the 1860s California Gold Rush. These 7000 acres of redwood were logged at the turn of the century the old fashioned way, with teams of oxen and roads made with logs. Then the residual old-growth was logged again about 50 years ago. The western edge of the McKay abuts a large suburb, which developers are planning to expand on top of the world’s most fertile territory for growing redwood. This land has regrown from being cut over, with several groves over 60 and the grove we’re occupying over 100 years old. This grove is already showing signs of old growth biodiversity, which is why we’re sitting here.

What sort of habitat is it?

Pileated woodpeckers have come back, which is a good sign that this forest is developing habitat complexity. Once the woodpeckers build nests in the snags of the larger trees, other species start to move in. There are foxes, deer, ospreys, hawks, black bears spotted owls, and flying squirrels that live in this forest. There’s a diverse mix of alder, various pines and spruces, ferns, lichens and mushrooms as well. It’s also a wildlife corridor to the Headwaters Preserve, one of the last remaining stands of old-growth redwood in the entire world. If this area becomes protected it could vastly expand the worlds’ reserve of old-growth in the long run.

What makes this area so special?

Redwoods grow faster here than anywhere else in their natural range. This place has a high potential for regenerating back into old-growth forest. Creating a community forest in Eureka with recreational camping, hiking and biking, and limited selective logging could generate far more local economic activity than a new housing development would. You can cut about 30% of a forests’ growth of a given year sustainably. But the older groves need to be left alone, probably with no trails to let it recover from the past years of use.

Wait, you’re saying there are logging operations that Humboldt Earth First! is not opposed to?

Our 4 demands are: 1) stop clearcutting, 2) stop aerial spray of herbicides, 3) no logging unstable slopes (landslides ruin water quality) and 4) protect endangered species habitat.

Perhaps more so than other timber companies, Green Diamond [which owns the Mckay tract] is experimenting with selection logging/sustainable forestry on other parcels, but so far they continue to reserve the right to clearcut. One part of the amoeba is going in the direction of sustainability, the other is going towards clearcutting. It’s our job to push that amoeba in the right direction.

Redwood certainly is a hot commodity. What do they use the wood for?

Redwood is largely a luxury item. It’s mostly affluent people who buy it. The lesser quality stuff is used for pallets and fruit boxes. The higher end second-growth becomes decking, roofing, and hot tubs.


Don’t you have anything better to do? I mean, you must sit around and smoke a lot of pot.

It’s fun, but we don’t occupy trees because it’s fun. We do it because we’re part of a larger movement to protect the biodiversity of the natural world for future generations. Even if we can’t stop every form of exploitation and destruction, it’s worth fighting to improve the world we live in and give humans the best possible odds for survival.


You’re saying there’s global significance for protecting this forest?

The Pacific Northwest is essential to the world’s bank of sequestered carbon. Currently, the Amazon actually emits carbon because of climate change and clearcutting the land. So it’s absolutely vital for the Pacific Northwests’ temperate rainforest to continue doing what it does best–sinking the carbon in the ground and keeping it out of the atmosphere. Old-growth redwood forest has the most biomass per capita of any ecosystem in the world, making it the ideal candidate for reducing the impact of massive CO2 emissions. They also create their own fog and precipitation, bringing and storing much-needed water.

What are your plans for the future?

We want to build a Forest Defense University for folks coming from other bioregions, to trade skills and transfer those back to their own local struggles. Like an activist exchange program. Issues are popping up everywhere, and there’s not as many skilled climb trainers as there should be. By inviting people to learn here and go back, it strengthens the network of Earth First!ers using direct action as the first line of defense against destruction in their neck of the woods.


What do you do all day?

Tree sitting is a misnomer because there’s always something to do–setting traverses, platforms, hauling things, missions. There’s a lot of stuff you need to be good at for tree-sitting (or tree-steading as we’ve come to call it)–how to track, build trails and structures, stay warm. It’s all the intensity of wilderness survival, plus you’re in a tree 100 feet off the ground.

How do you become a tree sitter?

Anybody can get in touch with us and arrange plans to stay in the tree village. You need to have an orientation and climb training before tree sitting. We prefer at least 1 week commitment to justify taking the time to train, unless you have prior experience. We will be occupying for the next year for sure, so come out.

It’s like a big house, spread out over 40 rooms. And we’re looking for housemates. If you’re serious about defending the Earth, here’s your chance to dig in and get your hands dirty on the front line. Get in touch at efhumboldt.org

Or set up your own tree-sit to defend an area where you’re from. Living in trees is a complex affair, but the basics you’ll need are food, water, LOTS OF ROPE, and people in town to organize ground support. You should know the most common life-safe knots and be comfortable with heights.

What’s the plan if logging begins?

Keep your eyes peeled for a call to action. If logging started we would want as many eyes on this place as possible. If you’re trained already or have gear and climbing experience, get here now.

So once a particular part of the forest is clearcut, the topsoil erodes and it’s completely fucked, right?

Not really. Your habitat for a diversity of species is lost, but the potential is still there. Humans have only been logging this way for about 100 years, a blink of an eye in redwood time. Considering there are so many factors–species resilience, soil quality, climate change, I can’t say I know how a given area would regrow. But these species are tenacious–given time left alone, they will come back. A forest is always growing, changing, evolving.

Do you see any room for human intervention that could aid regeneration of these clearcuts?

There’s lots of room for restoration forestry on GD land. Much of the forest in the McKay tract is overgrown, meaning a large fuel load and increased risk of wild fire. Cutting in these areas would actually help the forest, but it needs to be done sustainably.

Why is GD destroying spotted owl habitat? Isn’t it federally protected?

GD was the first timber company to obtain an “incidental take permit”–essentially, a permit to harass, harm, and kill up to 80 endangered spotted owls. The company self-monitors how many owls they kill, and then re-files for more permits if they run out or didn’t kill enough in time.

It must be so surreal to be constantly hovering on the edge of abyss. What is being a forest defender like on an e
motional level?

I’m an adrenaline junkie. It’s a wide range–fun, terrifying, surreal. It can go from nice to intense in about 1 second. A lot of the climbing and adventuring we’re doing is fun, but we’re not doing this because it’s fun. Especially when logging is going on around you. You go to the ground world and everyone’s driving around like it’s a normal day, while the woods behind them are getting slammed. People in cities often have a hard time relating to the ecosystems that give them food, timber, recreation. That’s a huge reason why having these spaces to encounter wildlife is so essential in the modern age–we lack the sense of connection it takes to stop fucking up the planet.

What’s the climate difference between the forest and the clearcut?

When you’re in the forest it’s shaded and cool, moist even. You can hear birdsong all around you. Walking to the clearcut, you notice how much hotter and drier it is. There is far less biodiversity.

What does victory mean in this campaign?

Green Diamond would have to change to entirely sustainable forestry. On a day-to-day level, they haven’t logged in the watershed in the 3 years we’ve been tree-sitting, so I definitely see that as 3 years of success. They get better loans from the bank to rezone from timber use to commercial, so there’s a financial incentive for them to develop.

Would you come down if this area was put into land trust and turned into a publicly-run community forest?

If community forest meant actual restoration and sustainable forestry, Earth First! would support it. If they wanted to log the oldest trees as part of the plan then of course we’re against it. I would be into them taking 1/3 of the growth per given year if they left the oldest trees.

The timber industry is always complaining about jobs, but what they don’t realize is that while restoration forestry may take longer than conventional methods, their net standing timber would increase. Meanwhile workers get paid, and their lumber is a higher grade upon harvest.

How do you plan to get the money for all this?

It’s not our job to negotiate the specifics of a land transfer. We’re here in the woods as the first line of defense. Environmental lawyers and larger conservation groups that have the financial and political capital should be the ones to figure out the details of an official deal.

How does living in the tree change your relationship with the place?

I would say it heightens your awareness, alertness, and sensitivity to your surrounding environment.

Free food criminalized – free speech squashed

Orlando FNB

The Orlando, Florida Food Not Bombs chapter has fallen under siege by city-officials and law-enforcement over the past few months with dozens of people arrested for the crime of feeding the hungry. Volunteers with Orlando Food Not Bombs (OFNB) prepare vegan food to share with hungry people using ingredients that would otherwise go to waste. OFNB shares food to call attention to society’s failure to provide food and housing to each of its members. OFNB shares food in public places such as parks to reclaim public space for everyone, not just the privileged.

In July of 2006 the City of Orlando passed a law that limited the feeding of twenty-five people or more to twice a year. Several months later volunteer Eric Montanez was arrested by eight of Orlando’s finest. Police videotaped him from a tinted, black SUV parked a short distance away. They reportedly caught him ladling out stew to the hungry thirty times. The bastard! This is where the fight began…

OFNB hired an attorney and filed suit against the city. On September 26, 2008 Federal Judge Gregory Presnell ruled that the ordinance violated OFNB’s First Amendment rights to engage in activities that express political ideas. The ruling ordered the City of Orlando to pay OFNB’s attorney $200,000. One month before the payment was due, the city hired a private firm to appeal the case.

The 11th US Circuit Court of Appeals heard the case regarding OFNB on February 15, 2011. Nearly two months later, the Court of Appeals overturned the original ruling. While they agreed that feeding the homeless constitutes free speech, they claimed the ordinance does not unfairly limit the group’s rights.

During a food sharing on June 1 in Lake Eola Park, Orlando Police counted the number of people OFNB served and proceeded to arrest three members including Food Not Bombs co-founder Keith McHenry. This began a string of over twenty-five arrests carried out at food sharings during June.

Mayor Buddy Dyer called OFNB members “food terrorists” and ordered the group to serve in a barbed wire feeding cage located under a highway overpass in one of the most dangerous parts of town, an order they refused.

As an alternative, Dyer offered the group the chance to serve on the steps of City Hall without a permit as long as they stayed out of Lake Eola Park. On July 1, OFNB served food and offered literature there for the first time. The group attempted to return to Lake Eola Park on July 6, but Orlando Police once again arrested several members. Since then, OFNB has continued their twice-weekly sharings at City Hall, serving Mondays at 9:30 am and Wednesdays at 5:30 pm. In return, all charges have been dropped against those who were arrested for sharing inside Lake Eola Park.

Food Not Bombs members are now attempting to gather enough petition signatures to push the ordinance onto the ballot in 2012, in hopes that voters will repeal it entirely. This would allow them to serve in Lake Eola Park, where running water and restrooms are available to the hungry – necessities that are unavailable at the City Hall location.

Orlando is a prime example of city-officials putting profit before their own people. Mayor Buddy Dyer is trying to suppress Food Not Bombs to crack down on shabby youth and homeless people alike in order to further his agenda of downtown gentrification and the criminalization of poverty. Over thirty percent of Orlando’s shelters claim they have had to turn people away in the last twelve months. Many of them charge the homeless a nightly fee for shelter. In the wealthiest country on earth, why do we find it acceptable to demonize the poor? It is up to us to end this pro-corporate system of political policies that are impeding on our lives more and more everyday. Lend your support by spreading awareness and urging Orlando city officials to end the criminalization of poverty. Sign OFNB’s petition at www.thepetitionsite.com, or send Mayor Buddy Dyer an email urging him to repeal the ordinance. You can reach him at: buddy.dyer@cityoforlando.net. Speak out – and speak loudly.

Save the land from unimaginable threats – tim DeChristopher is in prison

Tim DeChristopher — who as Bidder #70 protested a December 19, 2008 sale of Bureau of Land Management oil and gas leases in Utah’s redrock country by bidding $1.8 million for 22,500 acres although he had no money or intent to buy the leases — was sentenced to 2 years in prison and a $10,000 fine on July 26. He was jailed immediately and is now in a Federal prison in California. His spontaneous and unconventional action brought attention to these illegal sales that were later invalidated. Salt Lake City police arrested 26 protesters who blocked a road after the sentence was announced. Tim got one of the longest prison sentences yet for a peaceful direct action to protest climate change and the corporate/government policies that are causing it. People around the world are organizing to support Tim while he’s in jail, support his appeal, continue his struggle to stop climate change, and promote alternatives to fossil fuels.

Tim read a long inspirational statement before he was sentenced. He noted: “This is not going away. At this point of unimaginable threats on the horizon, this is what hope looks like. In these times of a morally bankrupt government that has sold out its principles, this is what patriotism looks like. With countless lives on the line, this is what love looks like, and it will only grow. The choice you are making today is what side are you on. . . .

“Those who are inspired to follow my actions are those who understand that we are on a path toward catastrophic consequences of climate change. They know their future, and the future of their loved ones, is on the line. And they know we are running out of time to turn things around. The closer we get to that point where it’s too late, the less people have to lose by fighting back. The power of the Justice Department is based on its ability to take things away from people. The more that people feel that they have nothing to lose, the more that power begins to shrivel. The people who are committed to fighting for a livable future will not be discouraged or intimidated by anything that happens here today.”

Write Tim at: Tim DeChristopher #16156-081, PO Box 800, Herlong, CA 96113. Check Bidder70.org for updates. Send donations to Tim DeChristopher Legal Defense Fund c/o Pat Shea 252 S. 1300 E., Suite A Salt Lake City, Utah 84102.

Checklist for collapse

Preparing for Collapse

It’s so “now” to talk about collapse, but whether you are into Mayan astrology or just see the writing on the wall…we are in for some kind of big change. How this change will occur is difficult to predict, yet it seems foolish to not consider it and prepare for possibilities. Here’s a short list of some actions that may help.

1. Consider the world without the basic structures we take for granted. How will we cover our basic needs without the flow of petroleum, electricity, dumpsters? How will we eat, drink, stay warm, travel, communicate, heal ourselves?

2. Recognize and create tribal networks that can collectively work to solve challenges. Practice communicating and working together. Build skills and knowledge. Individuals should specialize in diverse necessary skills, information and tool gathering. Choose something valuable to the community and get good at it.

3. Begin now (years ago!) to grow your own food. Learn how and save your seeds! Compost and build up soil. Liberate land to grow food. Tear up concrete. Mulch grassy areas and replace with food crops. Plant fruit and nut trees! Graft fruiting branches on young “fruitless” varieties of city trees. Plant perennial berry and food plants. Get chickens, ducks, rabbits …

4. Consider where your water comes from. What are your alternatives if the tap stops flowing. Could you drill a well? Is your aquifer toxic? Where are local springs, creeks, lakes? Could you distill salty or polluted water? Can you create living filters? Do you have some stored water to give you time to figure it out?

5. Practice foraging. Know local fruit and nut trees. Gather acorns and learn to process them. Learn the edible weeds and local plants. Eat what is in abundance. Learn to prepare rats, snails, roadkill and insects for food.

6. How will you stay warm and cook your food? What will you use for light? Do you have hand saws, axes, sharpeners?

7. Learn first aid. Gather supplies. Develop healing skills. Learn herbal medicine and local healing plants. Learn basic dentistry.

8. Plan for ways to communicate if Facebook is down. Where will you meet or leave messages for your community locally and farther away in emergencies?

9. Begin transforming now, before the crisis, to learn what you will need. Develop methods that will be sustainable without future unavailable inputs.

10. Hone your spiritual manifestation skills. Follow your heart. Love the earth. Simplify, Simplify , Simplify.

Learning from Exarchia – Greek Anarchist Infrasturcutre and spacial appropriation

This essay was read aloud at a presentation titled: “What Can We Learn from the Greek Anarchist Space?” The event was held at the Long Haul Info Shop in Berkeley as part of a series of events called Brainstorm which aim to bring the anarchist circles of the Bay Area tighter together through coherent dialogue, discussion, and debate. This piece was specifically about a small neighborhood in Athens, Greece called Exarchia Square, which is a hub for rebellious and comradely anarchist socializing.

Tonight I am going to tell an anecdote of walking around the anarchist neighborhood in Athens called Exarchia Square with a young girl just like me. I spent a short two weeks in Athens during a sad time of much exterior conflicts due to fascists, austerity measures, and the city wide attempt at direct democracy. For this reason I have no first hand accounts of the perceived Athens reality, which includes riot, the semi nightly ring of tiny bombs, and playful skirmishes with the police around the polytechnic. Based on my understanding of the Greek space it would be considered betrayal to tell you second hand stories. Interpretation whether positive, negative, glorifying, or from the mouths of newscasters is a Greek Anarchist’s worst nightmare. So instead we will discuss the living spaces. That which holds the: “the conceptual, affective and cultural plane of the insurgency.” As put by The Flesh Machines in their text: Spoonful of Sugar.

I am hoping that some of my observations will inspire you, will bore you, might irritate you, and from there we can begin to dream of the question I was asked by my travel partner when we arrived in Exarchia square, shoulders laden with heavy backpacks, “Do we want this?”

I met Lily where it seems you meet up with everybody and anybody, the statue.

“Malibu! No one has given you a tour of upper Exarchia yet? What the fuck is wrong with these people!?” She grabbed my arm and we headed up hill. We hadn’t yet walked a block when she ducked into a coffee shop, “Wait here.” She came out with a letter in a plain, white envelope. Her first name was scribbled on top of it. “We use this café as sort of a renegade post office where comrades can leave each other notes.” She pocketed the letter to be read later and I gushed over what a great idea that was. I would start immediately when I got home seeking out the best possible spot for our very own bay area renegade post office. I thought a good place for us all to do this might be The Long Haul.

She said that Exarchia used to be harder, but that since the word spread about how cool it was hip restaurant owners, students, and tourists had swarmed in like flies to a light bulb. “We tried to smash up the restaurants and all that, but they never budged.” Her resolve to this problem was one of our stops: the anarchist owned bar. Later, I would spend some nights there drinking, arguing, and probably doing a little too much head nodding and smiling with the bands of kids pouring out of the night’s assemblies and Marxist reading groups. I think we need a bar too, but in the meantime it seems Radio Bar and Eli’s Mile High Club are ripe for the colonizing.

Next we went to what is famously known as “the benches.” When I pictured “the benches” and their surrounding alleyways I imagined a super crucial and expansive hangout zone. I arrived to find two and a half cement blocks with no backrest nor green space. Lily explained what happens here, “Anytime you walk by you can find anarchists sitting here. Except now, those people don’t know why they are sitting there. Keeping walking.” She turned toward the adjacent wall, which was lined with outdoor dining, raised her voice and pointed, “Up until recently this whole alleyway was ours, and covered in paint too! When this restaurant opened they ruined everything. Everything!” The benches of Patission made a huge impression on me. Everyone thinks the Greeks are so lucky because they have much more conquered living space, as opposed to the U.S. where every plot of earth has been tilled and marked for sale, sequestering any opportunity of play for profit by the enemy. We think that because of this we have no option but our couches and the couches of our friends. We think we have no territory. Yes, the Greek anarchist space is blessed with abandoned buildings, universities, squares, and parks, but it is also a network of tiny, hidden corners that are being taken advantage of. And we, like them, have city benches; designed for boring ok cupid dates, or a long talk between a father and his son or maybe for spectating a game of basketball. That should no longer be their only use.

I want to learn to occupy by lounging. Some of you should join me, and instead of using the benches, bleachers, storefronts, and art walks as intended we can take to lounging while saying and doing whatever we please, asserting ourselves as freaks, queers, and insurrectionists and making deals amongst no one but ourselves.

After leaving the benches we tramped up and up, weaving through the infamously skinny streets of Athens. She took me to the Greek version of Long Haul Info shop where she realized, “Oh goody! It is Wednesday they will be serving food.” When we entered there was but one, lone man and he didn’t seem to want to talk. The place was as such: table overflowing with outdated flyers, a well stocked library, a dirty kitchen, couches, the usual, and the promised Wednesday dinner had disappeared into the night. I loved it. What could possibly top that! We kept walking and in typical Mediterranean fashion a car whizzed past and almost hit me. I jumped out of the road and onto the sidewalk. Lily didn’t skip a beat in the story she was telling, looked over at me and said, “Oh, and here, we walk in the middle of the street.” When she said that I realized how well followed it was, as my brain collected flashbacks of others walking in the middle of the streets of Exarchia. The arbitrariness of this rule warmed my heart. In fact there is an actual initiative by the ministry of public order to create “bureaus of confronting incidents of arbitrariness” which makes all the silly, nihilistic gestures of the anarchist space seem so much delightful and appreciated.

The top of the hill called strefi is too good to share. The sun was setting over a 360 view of Athens, the acropolis well lit from below. Lily and I were really starting to get each other – trading ideas and working out stuff that had been stuck up in our heads about the anarchist space – me as an outsider and her as an insider. My presence allowed her to look at this space as if she too were foreign to it. “This place, this huge, gigantic city, is the craziest, craziest city, it is a teeming monstrous thing, look at it.” Athens is pure science fiction to look at from above. All the houses are squished and stacked very close. They are almost all made of cement and almost entirely white. She looked at me and giggled sinisterly, “it would be exciting to destroy it all soon…but that is stressful to think about because look how huge it is. It just goes on and on! Where to start?” She unzipped her cumbersome backpack and pulled out a black hoodie. “I cannot go a day without bringing my damn spare change of clothes with me just in case. It feels like it will never stop.” Her exasperation and her preparedness were a perfect mix. It reminded me that sometimes I feel like the pressure to be fierce, to understand what it would mean to be fierce, is the hardest part of being fierce. I told her about how I was reading this wacky Deuleze shit that Bart had sent to me punk mail style from California with Darla whom passed it to me earlier that day. I tried to relate it, “Deleuze says that each individual being is a multiplicity and has the force of an entire pack of wolves, that we are all individual wolfing.” She waved her hands wildly in the air, “No, no, no! That is too much, too much I cannot be a whole, entire pack of wolves all by myself.” We decided that it could be okay to be a definition-
less becoming-animal band or pack with an animalistic disregard for the future and no scientific characteristics which required strict classification as in a scene or platform that asked for undying devotion to a prescribed ideology. In the end becoming many wolves was too much responsibility, so we decided that we are each a pack of dwarves, or maybe a lousing. And that kind of quelled the anxiety of overlooking this overcrowded, cement house maze that went on non-stop until the mountains in the east and the sea in the south.

Once the sky was finally dark we found our way to Scaramagra, the lower Exarchia squat that is the closest to the occupied Polytechnic University. Even though Lily didn’t live there she kept calling it her squat, and had a set of keys. I think this is one reason their squats survive as long as they do- they are not just homes, they are meeting places, and there is a band, a crew that overlooks it collectively. This might also be why things we describe as meetings are less stressful there than here. People come to the squat sometime in the night, the fridge is full of dollar beers and often hours after it was supposed to start people get around to discussing some intended topic or another. Then slowly discussion will appear to be facilitated but its not. Things are coming up as if off an agenda but they is most certainly no agenda. Each person speaks until they have said what they needed, no timers, and no deadlines. It drags on and on. There is no process for meetings in Greece. In so many ways they are inefficient, scattered, but they find a rhythm eventually, and rhythm has more possibilities than being efficient because of guidelines. Yes, I am suggesting no rules. No stack, no facilitator, no agenda.

From any direction you walk towards Exarchia, you know you are getting closer by the concentrations of graffiti. While the spray painted walls are more often than not really smooth, a-political tagging with good hand style, one does not have to walk a block without seeing a bright menu one or two or three ACABs, cops-pigs-murderers, sloppy circle As, and witty slogans of all kinds. This paint sets the tone of the uncontrollable youth and insurgents that use the grounds as home base. There is barely a wall, storefront, marble pillar, or statue that has been left to appear as it was designed to appear. Where there is room, posters with long, rambly texts are wheat-pasted in place describing something relevant to the anarchist space.

It is not all glory. Exarchia square, like our neighborhoods, has sadness. There are poverty stricken and homeless drug addicts, cops, and tourists. Not to mention a fair share of other undesirables: drum circles, hot topic like stores, and bratty teenage boys. Nonetheless, Exarchia lacks a certain sadness that I feel strongly in West Oakland where most of my friends and I live. It lacks the sadness of guilt and the baggage of self-identifying as evil, white gentrifiers.

What would it feel like to personally put fire to this blame? I propose that the design of gentrification is a false term. Prior to my arrival in my neighborhood decisions about how that neighborhood should change and look were made. Developers, urban planners, city officials and the cops imposed behavioral constraints in order to raise property value. Yes, there are initiatives that we hipsters take to play along. But there is an interaction between individual decisions and how the space changes based on precise state planning. This could look like community gardens, bike paths, and graffiti buffing, rapid foreclosures. This manicuring of cities leads to the isolation of certain cells of the population and the creation of ghettos.

An extreme example of this type of planning is that to dirty up Exarchia and create schisms amongst subcultures the police chase junkies into the park that lines the occupied polytechnic. One morning my friend said she entered the square to find that all night long the police had been putting every junkie in Athens in the square and there were 600-700 at least.

By allowing these designs to continue as patterns we are abiding to a social contract of the prevailing democratic majority. Maybe instead, we can become a minority of comrades who insist on carrying the autonomous initiative to move forward and attack. To borrow nothing from Athens but its bravery. Then we can use that to create our own thing, something that is big and new, something that has never been done.

On my last night before leaving Greece my travel partner and I were enjoying the usual rowdy, crowded atmosphere of Exarchia. I realized that the question he asked me on arrival he had never had the chance to answer cause I had been ranting too much about how I didn’t get Exarchia and didn’t want it and all this grumpy stuff (Which in days was replaced by a crush like admiration and longing).

“Hey! What about you?” I asked.

“What, about me?”

“Do you want this?”

He took his usual, pre-emptive breath, “Yes, the time has come to say things without mincing words: yes.”

Outcast calendar

October 15- 16

Hackmeet 2011 tech security for activists – Noisebridge 2169 Mission SF hackmeet.org

October 15

United for Global Change – uprising / protest everywhere – 15october.net

October 22

National Day of Protest to Stop Police Brutality, Repression and the Criminalization of a Generation

October 28 • 6 pm

Halloween Critical Mass Bike ride – Justin Herman Plaza in SF, and worldwide!

November 11 – 13

Boston Anarchist Bookfair – Simmons College

November 11 • 8 pm

East Bay Bike Party – start location TBD

November 12

Carrboro, NC Anarchist Book Fair

November 18

Madison, WI ZineFest – UW campus

November 18-20

Mass action to shut down the School of the Americas – Fort Benning, Georgia soaw.org

November 25

Buy Nothing Day

November 30 – Dec. 3

Day of Action to Protest American Legislative Exchange Council – Phoenix, AZ azresistsalec.wordpress.com

December 10 • 10 – 4 pm

East Bay Alternative Press Bookfair – Berkeley City College

December 11 • 4 pm

Slingshot new volunteer meeting – Long Haul 3124 Shattuck Ave. Berkeley

January 7-8

North American Anarchist Studies Network conference – San Juan, Puerto Rico naasn.org

January 14 • 3 pm

Article deadline for issue #108 Long Haul 3124 Shattuck Ave. Berkeley

February 29

Leap day action night – leapdayaction.org

Immigrant Labor in the "New" Mississippi

I used to live in Los Angeles but now I live in a small town called Tupelo, Mississippi, a place in which everyone idolizes Elvis. I’m here because I racked up student loans, couldn’t find a full-time job in nice, warm Los Angeles and needed to be able to afford my basic necessities and help my family out. Moving here was like a slap in the face.

I had been heavily involved in activism in college and tried to at least maintain community ties and assist with community movements and events when I could after graduation. Social justice was and still is in my blood, but I wound up a slave to The Man. The Man to me is a company called ABC* Furniture Industries Inc. This place, like so many others in Mississippi and the rest of the South is wound up in corruption scandals beyond my wildest imagination.

The conditions for immigrants anywhere are difficult but they’re so different from what I’m used to seeing in Los Angeles that they really scare me sometimes. I’m used to jornaleros, and micas, getting sold in MacArthur Park. Mississippi and other areas in the South are different.

Here, E-Verify ensures that cronies steal identities and sell them to undocumented immigrants at elevated prices. Sadly, some of these cronies are Latinos who are bilingual, have their papeles and find immigrants to be a lucrative form of business. ABC Furniture Industries knows about these transactions. In fact, a lot of supervisors are involved in procuring these identities and selling them to undocumented immigrants and one of them (I will call him Ricardo*) went to jail for this. Ricardo is now a supervisor again. It turns out that he had a collaborator in Human Resources named J who would steal the information while Ricardo would make the fake I.D.s in his computer. Ricardo still sells information, he extorts employees every week and it’s like nothing ever happens. The employees he commits these crimes against are too afraid to talk. I have not reported him because he leaves no paper trail, and because the employees who were brave enough to explain how the scheme works requested that I don’t. And so I will not speak in their name because they are afraid, and I respect their wishes.

Working as a translator for Human Resources at ABC Furniture Industries (though I have been trying to find more a socially responsible job), the worst part of my job is having to tell people that their information mismatches the information on E-Verify. When this happens, the person’s job offer gets rescinded. I have seen people enter and try to get hired using two or three different names and it’s always sad to see them go. I know in my heart that if E-Verify didn’t exist, the people in question would not have to go through this. But keeping a job after the E-Verify process is over is no walk in the park either.

The furniture industry is full of very difficult jobs and the place I work in very fast-paced. There are dangerous machines everywhere and because this is the South, the factory I work in has employees who have a substandard education, a product of the racist/classist system at work, of course. The lack of certain skills makes it difficult for some people to understand the basic training manuals and safety guidelines. The place I work at is strictly anti-union and the management and HR reps are known to be corrupt, and they are known to treat people like garbage, so the employees often have no one they can turn to. Because I must feed my own family it is very hard for me to have my activist cap on at work, so I must keep it hidden in my heart. Many of the employees who have gotten to know that I am “different” are understanding enough to know that I can’t change anything for them using factory rules (and as someone who has to repress her socialist/anarchist views, I knew this anyway) and so the only thing I can do is patiently listen to their stories and write them out, then send them out to compassionate people like you who actually want to know what is going on.

The factory employees have truly educated me during their 10 minute breaks and during run-ins during lunch hour. They’d told me about how the police have taken away their entire week’s earnings because the factory I work in has a lot of clout, and if you work here, no one asks you to show I.D. in order for you to cash an ABC Furniture Industries check. Usually it happens like this: cops sit on a road in their car and wait for a Latino to drive by, they ask them to show a driver’s license and if the person doesn’t have one, they ask the person to take out their wallet, then the cop takes away the money or any payroll check and tells them they can go.

I have seen employees come into work with broken fingers, arms and legs, on wheelchairs, with knee injuries and on one occasion, I saw someone come in with an eye patch after a staple pierced her eye. This is something called “light duty” and for some reason I feel it’s not legal, but I was an art student and I know nothing about laws, so I’m stuck on this. A lot of the upholsterers have complained about arthritis and carpal tunnel, which is a direct result of the fast-paced, unsafe conditions at work. Because the employees here get paid based on production, the company also takes away a lot of their money and has terrible payroll practices.

Last week, one of the employees (I will call him Emilio) had an accident that I truly believe will stick with him for the rest of his life. Emilio was the fastest person in his assembly line. He broke his clavicle because he tripped on a cart full of wood (the carts where I work weigh 2500 pounds). He fell on the hard cement and all of his weight somehow fell on his shoulder. He doesn’t know how long he’ll be out. He is undocumented and hurt. I took a big risk in letting him know that I would try to find him a lawyer if he needs to but ONLY if he promises not to let anyone know I am helping him, and ONLY if any contact about this problem occurs outside of work. He agreed to these conditions and told me he’s afraid of speaking out because he has no documents, but that if his arm doesn’t get better, he said he will look for me because he’s sick and tired of the verbal abuse, fast pace, and pain he faces because of work.

I could tell you more, but then I would have to write a book. I hope someday I can speak about these things in front of crowds and let the world know. But most of all, I hope that someday all the exploited workers of the world and their allies can get together to truly end these conditions.

*Names have been changed for worker protection.

You may contact Tamar Libertad Ximénez at mividavaprohibida@gmail.com

I forgot I mattered …or creating and dissolving hopelessness

I’ve been smoking a bit more pot than usual, eating a bit more sugar, watching more TV on my computer, alone, and hating myself a bit more than usual. Feeling lost. That hopeless kind of feeling an activist gets after falling a bit out of the movement. My most raucous days were between 1988 and 1998. I helped start Copwatch in Berkeley, did their newsletter for years, fought to save People’s Park, again, fought against various anti-homeless ordinances the City of Berkeley tried to pass, various struggles with UC Berkeley and worked on Slingshot. I was on call!

Then I started combining my paid work with activism. Up until recently, I had it easy because my job was so meaningful: supporting and mentoring young folks in Oakland, creating opportunities that wouldn’t have existed otherwise and empowering young people to see their ability to make change in the world around them.

The powers that be eliminated that job and gave me something lesser to do. I had cut out regular commitments in the movement, put all my energy in one place. With no meaning, in a world that is increasingly bleak, I fell into the tiny world of my needs. I knew it was happening and then I forgot. I said to myself, “what am I doing being like all these folks in the U.S. All this sugar, weed, TV isn’t me, something is wrong,” but I couldn’t make myself care, the beast felt too big. These feelings are deadly to hope. Throw in my triple cocktail of sugar, weed and TV, and you get the, “why bother, or I am going to just look out for myself.” You get activist burnout, or the average US person who cannot possibly bear the burden of the pain of witnessing, and being complicit in perpetuating this shitty world.

For many years the book Stones from the River has spoken to me. It is a story set in pre-Nazi Germany in a small town that sees things changing so subtly that it is hard to notice. More and more changed and people didn’t speak up. The beast they were fighting gained too much strength in the absence of dissent. I have felt it in myself lately, seeing that something really wrong is happening, and its power seems far away, too big. I am not doing anything… I feel guilty… things are getting worse… they take away unions, abortion, fire teachers left and right, nurses, tax cuts for the rich, no welfare or jobs programs for struggling folks… hopeless.

But guilt is not a catalyst to change, it paralyzes. I’ve started trying to resist again.

I hear stories of innocents in peril: polar bears, political prisoners, bees, hungry children… I get taken down when I feel how they affect me, when I insert myself into the picture. I can’t bear this pain, knowing this, being with it. A lot of people still have the heart to want the beauty they can imagine, but do not have the heart to face the destruction our flailing humanity has created that is taking so many others down with it.

It is subtle, definitely a Buddhist thing, but when I can separate how I am impacted from what is happening and hold the one(s) who are in peril, I can stay present. If I flinch and turn away, I know I am back to myself. Letting the suffering touch me; taking strength in what I know others have been able to bear allows me to stay present. Try it for a moment if you are generally one of those folks who stay tuned to numb… “this is too hard to feel, feeling this will be difficult for me.” Make the decision and put forth the effort required to find more comfort with discomfort. When I connect with the pain that is outside of me, just let myself witness it, it is actually harder than the yelling and raging and blaming I spent much of my life doing.

Of course, I still have a place for that…the place that is fired up when so many people take up any means necessary and literally fight against being held down. There is still a place in me that is ready for this, that would give up all the comfort in a second to join a struggle like those we have been witnessing in the world in 2011. But in the US we are so addled, no where near close, so how can I hold on with integrity day by day still knowing that my efforts matter?

When I was 18 I hadn’t seen just how big the beast could be. I grew up white middle class with good liberal parents. I knew things weren’t ok with the world. But I didn’t know just how not ok. I started my fight early but I had my youth and fire and I was ready for the streets, ready to face off with cops, not scared to connect with humans that were down and out, and not jaded.

Many white folks are raised to accept the collective myth that says “if you apply yourself, you will get what you want, things will work out,” believing that there is in fact an answer, or the right thing to do. The more I have faced this part of me, the more I see that kind of thinking has contributed to my current feelings of hopeless. I am not naïve enough to believe the fantasy next to any real analysis of the inherent injustice of jail, cops, courts… but it is subtly with me, unchecked, deluding me into not being the kind of ally folks of color need. I am pressing myself to face up to the truth again, staying in the struggle for the long run means knowing that we will lose again and again and still choosing to align with what is right.

Being hopeless is in fact indulgence. I personally could get away with my triple cocktail for a while longer. My life is ok, I have a job and a home. But my soul is limp. My privilege means I don’t have to struggle right now; I don’t have to fight for a better world; I can get by. But my passion peeking up through the muck says I have felt this overwhelm before.

I have learned that sitting in hopelessness for a while isn’t the worst thing in the world, but I cannot stay there. I am starting over. Even if we may lose, I am going to align myself with a just world where humans are valued, treated with respect, can earn a decent living and have a descent life and are not at the mercy of thugs with guns and money. A world where beings of all feathers, fur and scale matter too, just matter, not because of what they do for us but because they are.

I am writing this as I pull myself out of a hole I have been in, hoping maybe you will come out too because in the end every single one of us matters. There are some no brainers to getting enough hope to get back into the game, like knowing I do not have to do everything, have my hand in every part of the solution. If I trust the team, then I know there are people whose passions take them into the street, into the courtroom, to the computer and pen, those that read all the news and know what is going on in the world, those that are well connected, help others connect, those that can teach or raise money, those that can fuck shit up, or help us boost our spirits or take care of our bodies…. Going to a spirited demo with others who have definitely not given up. Noticing the difference you make in small things you do every day, cheering up a friend, or a stranger for that matter. We don’t know about the ripples of our actions, but we do know when someone else makes a difference for us. Check out the Brower Youth Awards, young members of the team spurring great things, starting by themselves and building momentum. The joy is in the little things of struggle along the way, not in the need to win. Each day, as we offer kindness and treat each other with respect, make sacrifices while taking care of ourselves, we matter.

I am inspired by alternative ways of living and loving practiced by some of the beautiful people I live with and described in Slingshot. I wonder if the people I see as having sold out just got to this place of hopelessness and couldn’t pick themselves back up. Did they feed the beast of denial with TV and their drug of choice or money? I walked up to the edge. Thank fuck I am not alone, that I have people in my life that are still in the struggle. Without them, surrounded by others that are numb, there is no telling what would have happened. That is how we lose people. Rig
ht now we cannot afford to lose people. That is part of why each of us matters so much.

Slingshot is sometimes criticized for being too concerned with lifestyle, and I can understand the critique. There is so much to be analyzed and fought for and over, but ultimately, we are humans doing these things and the people who do not recognize their humanness often burn the fuck out. I am in the 40-year-old-plus activist category, ready for the revolution and trying to contribute on a daily basis, still respecting myself and my body that cannot do what it used to.

I don’t have the same amount of energy I had when I was 20; oh I wish I did. But would I just run myself in to the ground again without the awareness I have found? Is the approach I took then, with no room to say no, what eventually made me leave Copwatch and take my politics in to the classroom, combining work and activism into one? My current reality allows me to bring in a gentleness that didn’t used to exist. Fighting against the beast is exhausting. And what I look for is in fact what I find – which is one of the best ways for me to get myself back to action…looking for the world I want to live in. I have to make a conscience choice, with resolve to face the tasks ahead, to know when to take a break, to take breaks in a balanced way – kind but not indulgent.

Going this low has allowed me to have compassion for people who were never as active as I was. It takes a lot of courage to say, “I am going to keep fighting for what I believe in when all the odds seem stacked against me.” It would take a lot to jump into the struggle for the first time. So we can either judge our neighbor, or give them a reason to join the team.

Naked repression doesn't compute

“I believe geopolitics will be divided between pre- and post-Cablegate.”

– Julian Assange

In December of 2010, after releasing secret US diplomatic cables, Wikileaks was subject to widespread, extralegal repression by corporations and governments, particularly the US government. This repression was shocking to many techies, journalists, civil libertarians, and other defenders of free speech on the internet. Much of the commentary showed a newfound awareness and suspicion of “the state.” I myself had slowly drifted from radical to more liberal over the last few years, but was rudely re-radicalized in early December 2010 by the nakedness of the repression. Many others, especially programmers and other techies, were radicalized by those events.

Wikileaks was started several years ago to provide a way for whistleblowers to leak both corporate and governmental information of public importance in a safe, untraceable way. Wikileaks would verify the information and then publish it. By 2008, Wikileaks was officially considered an enemy of the US military – as we know by an Army Counterintelligence Center document leaked to (and published by) Wikileaks!

Wikileaks has produced the video “Collateral Murder” which shows a US helicopter crew engaged in multiple war crimes, including the murder of a wounded Reuters journalist and civilians coming to his aid as he crawled in the gutter. Wikileaks also published the Iraq War Logs and the Afghan War Logs, extremely detailed reports from the ground of those wars, which showed among other things that the military had been keeping track of civilian casualties in Iraq and that the numbers are higher than previously believed.

In late November, Wikileaks with four partner newspapers began publishing part of a cache of 250,000 US diplomatic cables. This came to be known as “Cablegate.” In many cases, the cables were not new information, but they provided confirmation of various crimes and deceits of the US and other governments. Having been written by US diplomats, they are “authentic” and suitable for mainstream news in a way that the work of someone like Noam Chomsky is not. It was immediately after Cablegate that the repression began in earnest: its website was attacked; its DNS provider stopped service; Amazon, its web service provider, kicked them off; and Paypal, Mastercard, and Visa all prevented people from making donations. (Visa and Mastercard will still take donations for the KKK, no problem.) There were calls for assassination and trials for treason (for non-citizens!) by US politicians and pundits.

The ruling class was clearly panicking. Wikileaks had brought to light a trend of the last several years – that the internet limits their ability to control information and leaks of this kind, and that broad masses of people are ready to mirror and distribute evidence of their crimes. Cablegate made many people aware of this quite suddenly – and the shock of this realization is one reason that the US ruling class reacted as harshly as they did. But even if they succeed in killing Wikileaks, the idea of Wikileaks is out – and being incorporated into people’s everyday expectations of the internet. When Egyptians broke into the offices of Amn Dawla (State Security), they stole thousands of documents – and immediately put them on the internet.

The cables themselves, as well as the repression of Wikileaks, are potent organizing tools to educate ordinary people and activists about the nature of US imperialism. The cables focused attention on the blatant misbehaviour of the state and the United States government’s obsession with the “national interest” above its alleged concerns about “human rights” and “democracy.” While this has not been addressed so directly in mainstream media, it is evident in the discourse of various subgroups – nationalists from Germany to Pakistan, environmentalists, activists against the copyright industries, and true activists for human rights and democracy – who can see in various cables how the US has acted against them.

I see in Cablegate a huge opportunity for anarchists and other radicals to educate, radicalize, and organize newly pissed off people. I also see a responsibility for us to organize to defend and expand the internet freedoms that give us more power versus the state – check out the Electronic Frontier Foundation ( eff.org ) and various grassroots efforts. I also think it is paramount that we defend Bradley Manning, who allegedly leaked all of this wonderful information to us (see other article).

“The real ‘insurgency’ is the one being fought at home. To the state, every defiant citizen is a terrorist, in mind if not in practice. Wikileaks helps us make one thing clear: we will not enter this battle unarmed.”

– Maximilian Forte