Please pass on the pills – moving beyond industrial healthcare and towards wellbeing

Health care reform has received much lip service from high ranking politicians in recent months. It seems that public health care is a topic with more relevance to a greater number of citizens than most political topics have had in the past eight years. Health care reform, along with a handful of other topics which Obama campaigned for, seems to have brought millions to view those currently in political power as generally benevolent. And compared to the neo-con nightmare, Obama does sound and look pretty benign and caring. But proliferating goodwill is not a high priority for the Wall Street puppets currently in power. In the health care reform proposal, monetary profit will still remain the dominant force in decisions regarding health care.

Ultimately the best health care policy would be one that promotes wellness, but that is not possible in the context of the current debate. Since it is clear we cannot look to the government to promote our well-being, maybe it’s time to consider how we can insure our own health without government help for the long term. Making invasive medical practices more accessible will not spread health to the masses. Psychological and philosophical concerns continue to remain the barrier to the incorporation of health and well-being in our communities. Overcoming the capitalistic monster is the only way to bring about better health overall.

Having a real community, regularly expressing oneself creatively and using wisdom in the ways that we treat our bodies (and our planet) would more positively impact health than socialized health care and an increase in the application of allopathic medical practices. Government run health care proposals should be viewed with the utmost skepticism – if the current regime is in typical form it is likely that insurance companies will end up making even greater profits after a reform takes effect (as giant conglomerates have been the beneficiaries in most of the administration’s actions). If society continues to tumble along on its current stupefying path, well-being and health will continue to suffer. A society free of Paris Hilton, frat boys and trillion dollar military expenditures would do more for public health than a public option. Imagine how much less frequently psychiatric medication would be prescribed if toxic elements like celebrity worship and consumerism were not the staples in the society.

A problem with health care, aside from the lack of availability and cost of care (which certainly is a huge burden for many), is the guiding philosophy of allopathic medical practices. Allopathic medicine is defined as the practice of using remedies that produce effects either different from or incompatible with the syndrome that is being treated. (This is as opposed to homeopathic medicine which uses remedies similar to the ailment to be treated.) In allopathic traditions, a narrow perspective is taken when viewing illness and invasive methods dominate (such as surgery or the ingestion of artificial chemicals). Though these approaches can be therapeutic and life saving, these type of techniques are best used more sparingly than they are currently. Too frequently allopathic practitioners do not give enough regard to the body’s innate tendency to heal itself, nor to the body’s subtle expressions of internal discord that can later result in disease. Allopathic practitioners tend to think of body parts as existing in relative isolation from each other, looking too little at relationships between elements of the body. These practices and philosophies will remain even if the health care delivery system were to change. These traditions uphold the status quo both explicitly (via prescriptions and surgeries that allow individuals to continue to live lifestyles of consumption and distraction), and tacitly (via the attitudes and biases of practitioners who frequently live lives of consumption and distraction).

If you simply pop vicodin to kill pain, there is no need or motivation to heal. If each time you feel anxious you eat a xanax there is little pressure to overcome your internal conflicts causing anxiety (not to mention the problems that can arise with long term use of chemicals like this). In the allopathic model, treatments that would be best for overall long-term health (for example specific dietary changes) are often not employed, because symptom elimination overrides most other considerations (too often healing and reconditioning is left partially or completely out of the equation). These medical practices utilize a one size fits all approach, which has many drawbacks, including upholding the dominant traditions of the culture.

Due to toxins in the air, water and soil, residues build up inside of our bodies (i.e. in the liver, colon, etc.). Fasting or cleansing from time to time helps to flush these out. Many highly accessible herbs (i.e. ginger, nettles, garlic, valerian) treat common ailments or help to detoxify the body, and the tradition of using plants for health is rooted deeply in our species. Having some basic understanding of anatomy and nutrition goes a long way in knowing yourself more intimately, and in helping you heal when the time comes. Also simple stretches, yoga poses and considerations towards the energy flow of our bodies can help improve one’s quality of life. Many average Americans are treated for symptoms that are normal and healthy reactions to current circumstances, though many in the general public would expect that one can repeatedly fuck over the people sitting across the conference room and not suffer from headaches, addictions, high blood pressure, anxiety and other ailments. The majority have been so brainwashed that they believe it when they hear over simplified ideas like “your symptoms are a medical condition”. Without constant brainwashing people might actually realize that their actions, experiences and lifestyles cause many of their “medical conditions”.

Even more ludicrous than using synthetic chemicals to treat symptoms caused by societal and economic norms, is the writing of prescriptions in order to eliminate symptoms caused by symptoms caused by the social and work environments. For example the prescription of a medicine used to combat high cholesterol prescribed to the individual using Big Macs to help distract from or override feelings of dissatisfaction and frustration. Capitalistic competition causes unease (when getting fucked over), guilt (when fucking over), trouble focusing and much more. I wonder what it might take for us to challenge the dominant practice in America of selling shit during work time in order to buy shit during free time.

Toxic Terror – chemical sensitivity – badder living through chemistry

When you walk into my house, chemicals waft from your clothes. I know right away that the laundry detergent you use is toxic (most are) and that if I am around you for long I will get a headache. Should I tell you? Are social mores and privacy more important than the health of both of us? I am often confronted with this dilemma. Many everyday products now make me sick and may make you sick if you are around them long enough. I write this to try to warn politely.

Modern American living exposes us to toxic chemical storms daily. Lotions, antiperspirants and deodorants, perfumes and after-shaves, sunscreen, shampoos, laundry detergent and softeners, scented soaps, bug sprays, hand sanitizer, dish-soap, new carpets, incense, “air fresheners”, auto exhaust (including from bio-fuels and veggie oil!), herbicides and pesticides, glues, fresh printer ink, nail polish and remover, and paints can all contain chemicals that can cause adverse reactions. Some of us have become “chemically sensitive”, becoming aware of physical reactions to various chemicals. Maybe we should be considered canaries in the coal mines, and used to warn of exposure to something dangerous. We could be more reliable than information, or rather lack of information, you may be getting from the chemical industry.

Mammal bodies have only recently been exposed to these artificially rearranged molecules. There is little doubt that cancer and other disease is connected to exposure to these new substances, most only developed since the 1950s. Our bodies have not had time to adapt. And there are more and more new chemicals. There is also the very real likelihood that new genetically engineered organisms and new nano materials will wreak havoc with the living creatures of earth as well. And there’s not much regulation out there to protect you, especially in the United States.

According to the Congressional General Accounting Office, the Environmental Protection Agency “does not routinely assess the risks of the roughly 80,000 industrial chemicals in use. Moreover, TSCA [Toxic Substances Control Act] does not require chemical companies to test the approximately 700 new chemicals introduced into commerce annually for their toxicity, and companies generally do not voluntarily perform such testing. Further, the procedures EPA must follow in obtaining test data from companies can take years to complete.” The European Union requirements for regulating toxic chemicals are much more stringent than in the United States. In Europe the burden for proving non-toxicity lies with the chemical producers.

There is a theory that at some point of exposure to toxins, some people’s bodies just cannot resist anymore and become much more sensitive to chemicals. We start to have adverse reactions to chemicals that other people might not notice. It seems important, therefore, for all people to limit their exposures to as many chemicals as possible even if they do not yet have physical reactions to them. Hence we who notice toxins should tell others. And it behooves others to take note and consider protecting themselves.

Unfortunately our medical system has been hijacked by the pharmaceutical chemical makers to the extent that the paradigm of toxic exposure related dis-ease has been censored and discredited. Instead we are sold drugs to solve our problems. Witness how many of the corporate sponsored (Avon, Energizer) events to help breast cancer are to “find a cure” rather than the causes of breast cancer.

And the drugs we are prescribed may be making us worse. There are many and growing numbers of adverse effects and deaths from prescription drugs. Chemicals from pharmaceuticals are showing up in water supplies and wild animals because when humans pee after taking drugs, their urine contains chemical residues, or the actual pharmaceutical drugs themselves.

Healthcare needs a new or at least optional paradigm of trying to analyze what is causing illness rather than focusing on drugs. Who is studying whether genetically engineered foods may be causing obesity or health reactions? It is very difficult to track the results of mass exposure to genetically engineered food over the last few years because the government caved in to industry demands that genetically modified food products should not be labeled or tracked in the US. Unless you buy organic or are very astute about what products contain genetically modified ingredients, you may be exposing yourself to something genetically new in the food supply. Food, cosmetics and cleaning products can also include myriad artificial chemicals. We may be better served by deciphering and trying to avoid toxins rather than ingesting toxic drugs to mask our symptoms.

I have found my own health enhanced by avoiding food with additives, trying to eat organically produced food, removing myself from toxic environments, not using products with artificial fragrances or toxic chemicals, and getting fresh air. Try to avoid the extra stress on your body that chemicals may cause in order to keep up your resilience to exposure. It will enhance your health, my health and the health of the planet.

Book review: Calling out for mad liberation – "On our own: patient-controlled alternatives to mental health "

This article is the last article written by our friend Samantha (see obituary p. 4) On Our Own is a classic anti-psychiatry text that has had a significant impact on radical mental health.

On Our Own: Patient-Controlled Alternatives to the Mental Health

By Judi Chamberlin

Hawthorne Books, New York 1978.

Judi Chamberlin travels a tumbling path towards the title of her book, through her own experience of the mental health system towards her ideal goal of patients helping each other to keep themselves together. She outlines the problems faced by mental patients and she beats a tinny improvised drum calling out for mad liberation through consciousness-raising.

Chamberlin’s focus on patient- controlled alternatives will strike a resonating note with brave readers who hold high the banner of direct democracy or seek to level the power of authority figures. She even discards the radical theorist R.D. Laing, for continuing a distinction between “healers and healed” in his writings and anti-psychiatry experiments based on them. The intensity of her railing against this distinction may seem arbitrary and extreme without considering the viewpoint of mental patients being treated, usually involuntarily, for conditions in their own minds. The patient faces an isolation not imposed on sufferers of other illnesses, at a time when human companionship may be the only alleviating factor.

The isolation can continue long after the patient is declared “cured,” and a hospital stay or mental disability discharge carries a stigma in looking for jobs, lovers, or friends. Judi goes to great length to show how the discrepancy in power between the psychiatrist and patient remains immense, and unjustified. Danger of harming self or others is legal criteria for involuntary commitment and a patient can be held in custody with only the psychiatrist as a witness of her motives, but the psychiatrist has no more ability to see human intentions to commit acts of violence or self destruction than anyone else. Confronting this authority and dismantling this false expertise lies at the heart of reaching freedom. Judi Chamberlin stays true to this goal and remains extremely vigilant in dealing with any experts who place themselves higher than the patient.

The chapter dedicated to Judi’s own experience with psychiatrists and hospitalization provides her credentials as an ex-patient seeking to raise consciousness and help other patients get by, as well as giving readers a straightforward account of a psychiatric survivor. I empathized with her years of anguish in and out of hospitals, and I was impressed that she described in simple terms the humiliations she experienced as inherent in the hospital system, rather than depending on excesses and abuses. Whether in a ‘cottage’ or a locked ward, group therapy or isolation, Judi comes to fear and hate the physical control inherent in the system.

It is fascinating to me that she sought treatment out between stays, finding the experience of living outside the hospital system with family or a shitty husband unbearable. This is a fact seldom admitted in an exposé of the mental health system, and I find it courageous to be able to admit that you can’t deal with everyday life on your own.

A turning point in her view of the system occurs when she becomes extremely miserable after a mental hospital discontinues her tranquilizers upon admission, and she experiences a variety of physical and mental withdrawal symptoms, such as a churning stomach, dizziness, crawling flesh, anger, and frustration. Another patient tells her she is probably undergoing withdrawal from the medications she was prescribed by her doctor, which had previously not affected her. A light turns on in Judi’s head, as another patient has offered her an unexpected insight into her condition: “I got my first ‘therapy’ at Hillside under that tree, and it came from another patient.” Instead of a “relapse” into mental illness, the absence of the previously ineffective drugs produces new symptoms. Withdrawal from psychiatric drugs is a viewpoint I have never heard from a doctor, and I have recently only come across when a friend mailed me the Icarus Project and Freedom Center’s Harm Reduction Guide to Coming Off Psychiatric Drugs. But patients have been sharing this knowledge since psych drugs became prevalent in the 1950s, and it helps clarify some experiences in my own life.

Judi’s experiences with the Vancouver Emotional Emergency Center will probably seem familiar to anyone lucky enough to turn to a close circle of compassionate people who have had similar experiences. Strangers or old friends, they do their best to patch together what is needed and listen, and offer relief from the mind games and deceit. The “unmaking of a mental patient” happens as she realizes there are other ways to get the human help she needs and a new life opens up to her. We imagine her able to say the word crazy with a wild grin of abandon and laugh, and Judi is now able to pose a new question: how can others systematically receive the help they actually need?

Judi gets down to business and explores organizations operated by the mad for the mad, working for mental patient’s liberation. She explores the many difficulties ex-patients face because of bias, rather than any danger to themselves. She covers many of the details of various organizations’ daily work, highs and lows, including a whole chapter on funding. She describes groups working both in crises situations, like the Vancouver Emergency Center, and on the long term problems faced by ex-patients, such as Project Release in New York and the Mental Patients Association in Vancouver. She compares the shoestring collectives with a potent “conscious” analysis gained through long discussions, to organizations better funded with a more confused relationship to the system. I was fascinated that many of the groups emphasized ex-patient housing, and a little dazzled that a group of mental patients on welfare in 1978 could pick up cheap city apartments. A goal now that would be classified as dreamy seemed bluntly practical to Judi Chamberlin.

Thirty years have passed since the publication of this book. There are many experiences that date both Chamberlin’s direct experience of hospitalization and the alternatives she discusses: the thorazine “concentrate” and the Great Society War On Poverty funding for community projects are both things of the past. Yet there is a striking skeleton of her work that is easy to recognize, fleshed out in this society. Current drug regiments still focus more heavily on tranquilizing and sedating patients, with only mixed results for actually alleviating unpleasant symptoms. Likewise, confinement and physical force continue to hide behind the guise of treatment. Some of the innovations or alternatives shot down in the book now are mainstays of treatment: community mental health centers are at the core of most outpatient treatment, and a lot of us grew up sleeping through various psychotherapy snore sessions first introduced in the 1960s.

One weakness of the book is the way it lumps mental patients together in a broad mass, without addressing the distinctions between what mental patients experience because of their individual identities. Her vision of liberation is broadly based on a feminist model, but little attention is paid in this work to differences in organizations and institutions caused by race, class, gender, and sexuality. While this broad topic may be beyond the range of this book, the reader is left with the impression of mental patients seeking liberation as predominantly white and middle class. The horrors of the eugenics movement make it imperative to acknowledge the dirty work done by the psychiatrist on poor women and women of color, and any serious attempt at mad liberation must integrate this analysis.

As I reflect on my own experience, Judi’s does seem to minimize certain ambiguities. Can
patients always solve each other’s problems? Is there really no useful role for well-intentioned professionals? There are times when a little tranquilizer might give me the sleep I need to keep from being a pathetic nervous wreck and there are times when other patients provide advice that is not helpful.

On the other hand fear and hostility towards professional psychiatrists is a gut reaction based on real problems, and although psychiatry is constantly toting its reforms, restraints, isolation, andeven electroshock are features of most hospitals, and most patiaents have felt the breath of fresh air another patient’s honesty can bring. I am impressed that Judi presents these views so forcefully.

On Our Own could end up on the tables of many people asking the same questions as Judi Chamberlin. How to get out of a depressing anguish? How to work together to provide some relief when we our troubled? How do we keep vulnerable people safe from psychiatric abuse? Judi provides few solid answers, but her unshaken faith in our ability to provide those answers to each other is an inspiration.

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DIY revolution – Indy publishing – an insider's interview

Between the rise of the internet and the slow decline of corporate print media, there’s never been a better time to begin self-publishing your work. A great example of this DIY revolution is San Francisco-based cartoonist and illustrator Brian Kolm. Kolm is an active member of the Bay Area small press community and the creator of Atomic Bear Press where he self-publishes his comic, “Beyond the Great Chimney.” His most recent local endeavor was participating in the San Francisco Zine Festival, amidst a sea of local artists, writers and cartoonists–a testament to the power of publishing your own work. Kolm was kind enough to answer my questions and provide advice for budding comic and zine creators.

Q: What can you tell me about Atomic Bear Press?

A: Atomic Bear Press is the name I use when I self-publish my art work as prints, comic books, etc.

Q: For those who are unfamiliar with your comics, can you describe your work?

A: My work has a very whimsical look to it and I am attracted to stories with fanciful elements.

Q:What first inspired you to make comics and zines?

A: I am an artist and love to tell stories and share them with others. I originally wanted to be an animator at Disney, but comics allow me to tell my own stories which I can create all by myself.

Q: You just recently made an appearance at the San Francisco Zine Festival. How was that?

A: Fun and a great way to get out and meet the general public as well as other artists. I always feel energized after a fun convention.

Q: How did you find out about the Zine Fest & what made you want to participate in it?

A: I went to my first Zinefest in 2005 when I shared a table with a friend of mine. Since then it has been a very popular event in local cartoonist circles. This was my second time exhibiting and lots of artists I know were there.

Q: What is the best way to prepare for a convention like the Zine Fest?

A: The same way it is for any con… don’t wait till the last minute to print up your comics and zines. Make sure you have a mailing list and business cards or postcards with your contact information on it to give out. Have a web presence. Arrive on time with a good night’s sleep so you can be there to talk to lots of people feeling your best. Talk to folks and share your excitement and enthusiasm.

Q: What are the pros and cons of having your own table versus sharing that of a larger entity (like the Cartoon Art Museum)?

A: It all depends on what you are selling, who you share your table with and other factors. Sometimes you have lots of stuff to sell and you need the whole table to show the work in its best light. A rack of art prints, for instance, would take a big chunk of your space if you only had half a table. Of course, if you only have a few items, half a table might be fine. One issue with sharing a table is that it can be awkward sometimes to compete for the attentions of customers with your tablemate(s). It’s always good to share with someone you get along with if possible.

Q: How much of your publishing and distribution do you do yourself and how much is aided by third parties?

A: I mostly sell my own publications at conventions and events, but you can find some of my comic books for sale at the Cartoon Art Museum bookstore in the Local Talent Section. I also sell my work through my website.

Q: Recently, web comics and blogs seem to have become more prevalent than published zines. How do you feel about digital vs. traditional media?

A: With the web, you can get your work out to a wider audience. Many creators lose money trying to get their work for sale in stores and see the web as a way to build an audience without a lot of risk/cost. The model for many is to post samples of their comic on the web and then publish a collected version later on with an audience that already knows the work. If you are an artist, you need some sort of web presence. On the other hand, there is nothing like holding a beautiful comic or zine in your hands and reading it!

Q: What do you think the artists of today can learn from the Bay Area’s extensive history of comic and zine culture?

A: The power of creating your own story and putting it out there for others read. That is a very brave act for many of us and the spirit of our peers and predecessors help encourage us to move forward.

Q: Finally, what advice would you give to would-be cartoonists and zine creators?

A: Keep drawing and being creative and go out and connect with other artists. For instance, I am part of the Cartoonist Conspiracy San Francisco organization (http:// www.cartoonistconspiracy.com), which is a Comic Jam group that meets twice a month to draw together. Oh, and always be aware that being an artist is hard work – and having many different skills will only help you succeed.

For more information on Brian Kolm, check out www.atomicbearpress.com. For more information on the San Francisco Zine Festiveal, check out http://www.sfzinefest.com

Hanging on to resistance – I69

On August 25, forty people filled the small lobby of the Pike County Courthouse in Petersburg, Indiana expecting to sit in on Tiga and Hugh’s first court date. This group, made up of friends and family, as well as community organizers and landowners from along I-69’s route, grew more and more expectant as the original starting time of 9am slid further and further away. Eventually, an hour after court was to begin, word got out that the judge had called off work that day, and that the date was pushed back two months, to October 20. All was not lost, because most everyone went out to lunch afterwards, filling most of a small-town restaurant, a chance to eat, talk, and hang out.

This is only the most recent delay in a long process that’s designed to drag itself out and wear defendants and their communities down. But the turn-out reflects the ongoing strength of support for Tiga and Hugh, as well as new possibilities, as communication is strengthened between different communities touched by this repression.

To go back to the basics for a moment, Tiga and Hugh were arrested last April, after a multi-year investigation directed against the anti-I-69 movement. This movement has included hundreds of people from different backgrounds over the past two decades, but the past few years in particular saw an upsurge in anarchist and ecological opposition to the road. Much, but far from all, of the repression by Indiana State Police and the FBI has been directed against these younger opponents, but the effects have been felt more widely.

Tiga and Hugh are charged with felony racketeering (called “corrupt business influence” in Indiana) as well as several misdemeanors related to a specific office demonstration in 2007. The racketeering charge essentially alleges that all opposition to I-69 constitutes a “racket,” or mafia, that operated outside legitimate political channels and functioned to reduce profits through intimidation. The office demo in question happened in response to the eviction of the first rural families by the Department of Transportation (INDOT): In this demo, I-69 planning offices were calmly and non-destructively evicted in turn.

While there is a certain whiff of “eco-terrorism” allegations in the air, the actions the two are accused of were popular in Indiana, and the goal of the prosecution doesn’t seem to be one of isolating or marginalizing them. Instead, the repression is being used to intimidate a broad range of local opponents to the road, at a time when the I-69 project itself seems more fragile than ever. Local organizers believe that INDOT is trying to push through the last steps of the approval process for the road as they make a desperate bid for federal stimulus funds. At the same time, surveyors are moving to stake off the property of the next round of landowners/victims. Given the delicacy of their situation, it’s easy to see why, at this particular moment, INDOT would want to guarantee silence and the appearance of social peace through repression. And so far, in at least some way, it’s working: reports from section 1 of the proposed road (the first 10 miles near Evansville where opposition has been fierce) is that local landowners and farmers who’ve been vocal against the road for years are feeling scared and unwilling to speak up.

Going farther, after the aborted court date, Hugh’s lawyers stated their belief that the ongoing prosecution is directly tied to the health of the I-69 project. The more that the road looks like it has a chance, the more life the prosecution will have, as INDOT struggles to protect its project; while if the road falls apart completely, much of the local rationale for repression will disappear. The charges against Tiga and Hugh are linked socially and bureaucratically to the success or failure of the wider movement, locally and beyond. This is true not just for them either – over the past months, many I-69 opponents have been saddled with probation due to charges from the beginning of construction last summer, which obviously functions to discipline these activists and keep them quiet.

To act in solidarity with Hugh and Tiga, then, is to continue to organize (within social struggles, against I-69, other infrastructure projects, and elsewhere), to seek a deeper understanding of repression and extend that solidarity to yet others who’ve been targeted for their organizing or just for living, and to maintain and strengthen relationships with each other and with the communities in which we live. This is what we’ve tried to do locally- through events and fundraisers, going door-to-door, and in our daily lives. We’ve also been encouraged by the outpouring of support in other cities and communities, which has also been instrumental in allowing Tiga and Hugh to hire good lawyers. As of now, they are slated to go to trial on April 19. Should that happen, they will need all the support we can give them. Unfortunately, this will also probably include more financial support, so we’d love to hear about more fundraisers happening in other places. Please be in touch, and feel free to write us to ask questions or offer suggestions.

Mostlyeverything.net supporttigaandhugh@mostlyeverything.net Support Tiga and Hugh c/o the Future PO Box 3133 Bloomington IN 47404

Also, check out the new Solidarity With Hugh And Tiga zine available at the website (under resources).

Dineh & Hopi Relocation resistance

A caravan of work crews will once again be converging from across the country in support of residents of the Big Mountain regions of Black Mesa. The aim of this caravan is to honor the elders and to generate support in the form of direct, on-land support: chopping and hauling firewood, doing minor repair work, offering holistic health care, and sheep-herding before the approaching cold winter months arrive. These communities continue to carry out a staunch resistance to the efforts of the US Government and the Peabody Coal Company, which have devastated these communities and ecosystems.

Peabody Energy, previously Peabody Coal Company, is the world’s largest private-sector coal company, operating mines throughout North America, South America, and Australia and is the twelfth largest coal exporter. In 30 years of disastrous operation, Dine’ and Hopi communities in Arizona have been ravaged by Peabody’s coal mining, which has taken land from and forcibly relocated thousands of families, drained 2.5 million gallons of water daily from the only community water supply, and left a toxic legacy along an abandoned 273-mile coal slurry pipeline. Peabody is proposing new coal-fired power plants in several states. Peabody’s coal mining will exacerbate already devastating environmental and cultural impacts on local communities and significantly add fuel to the fire of the current global climate chaos! to the global warming crisis!

More than 14,000 Dine’ people have been forcibly removed from their ancestral homelands due to the U.S government & Peabody Coal, under the guise of the so-called “Navajo-Hopi Land Dispute.” Families are now in their third decade of resistance to this travesty. Many residents are very elderly and winters can be rough.

“The Big Mountain matriarchal leaders always believed that resisting forced relocation [would] eventually benefit all ecological systems, including the human race,” says Bahe Keediniihii, Dineh organizer and translator. “Continued residency by families throughout the Big Mountain region has a significant role in the intervention of Peabody’s future plan for Black Mesa coal to be [a] major source of unsustainable energy, the growing dependency on fossil fuel, and escalating green house gas emissions. We will continue to fight to defend our homelands.”

At this moment, decision makers in Washington D.C. are planning ways to continue their occupation of tribal lands under the guise of extracting “clean coal,” which does not exist. Ignoring protests from Dineh and Hopi communities and their allies, the U.S. Government (Office of Surface Mining) has permitted Peabody Energy to extend its massive strip-mining operations until 2026 or until the coal is gone. Peabody Coal Co. plans to seize another 19,000 acres of sacred land beyond the 67,000 acres already in Peabody’s grasp at Black Mesa.

We are at a critical juncture and must take a stand in support of communities on the front lines of resistance now! Indigenous and land-based peoples have maintained the understanding that our collective survival is deeply dependent on our relationship to Mother Earth. Victory in protecting and reclaiming the Earth will require a broad movement that can help bridge cultures, issues and nations.

This caravan is an important opportunity for people of all backgrounds to listen and work with the families of Black Mesa to generate more awareness that relocation laws & coal mining need to be stopped, that these communities deserve to be free on their ancestral homelands, and to come together to strengthen our solidarity and find ways to work together to protect Black Mesa & our Mother Earth for all life.

There is a lot that you can do to help out. You can join one of the volunteer work crews, host or attend a regional organizational meeting in your area, Organize fundraisers or donate directly

If you do want to come to Black Mesa, there is a lot to know in order to be adequately prepared and self-sufficient for your visit, which is a very remote area in a high desert terrain. Our Cultural Sensitivity & Preparedness Guide has you crucial information about what to expect, what to bring, how to be adequately prepared, background and current history and culturesafety and legal issues.

We also strongly urge participants to attend or organize regional meetings. Caravan coordinators are located in Prescott, Phoenix, Flagstaff (Taala Hooghan Infoshop), Colorado, Ithaca, NY, and the San Francisco’s Bay Area. For meeting locations and dates and to preregister and read the Cultural Sensitivity & Preparedness Guide you can also check out our Projects Needs List! Building materials, tools, & supplies are needed for projects.

*We can’t wait to see you in November!* * *

www.blackmesais.org

Next Stop – Infoshop

Every year while the Slingshot collective is making the organizer, we call all the infoshops listed in our radical contact list to make sure they are still there and to try to find out about new contacts we should list. These conversations are a particularly amazing and fun part of the whole process — there are so many people in every corner of the planet struggling for common goals: building a world based on freedom, community and ecological sustainability and rejecting the corporate rat race.

The 2010 organizer (available now) has a bunch of new listings and corrections. We always get some info right after we go to press, so that the organizer’s info is obsolete even before it gets published. Here’s what we have so far. For up to date info, check our on-line contact list: http://slingshot.tao.ca. Happy trails.

Collective for Arts, Freedom and Ecology (CAFE) – Fresno, CA

An infoshop that hosts shows, Food Not Bombs on Sunday, radical mental health night, self-defense classes, art, and a womyn’s night. Check them out at: 935 F Street Fresno, Ca. 93706, (559) 485-3937, www.cafeinfoshop.org

Peace Nook – Columbia, MO

They are a non-profit bookstore that also features fair trade and organic items with a community meeting space in back. Proceeds support the logal Peaceworks group. 804-C E. Broadway, Columbia, MO 65201, 573-875-0539.

Peoples’ Action for Rights and Community – Eureka, CA

They have office and meeting space for groups like Redwood Curtain Copwatch . They are now in a new location: “Q Street alley, between 3rd and 2nd Streets. Take 3rd to Q St. heading toward 2nd, take right into the alley and look for the PARC signs on the carport.” Or mail: 1617 3rd Street Eureka, CA 95501 (707) 442-7465, website: parc.2truth.com, peoplesarc@gmail.com

Zabalaza Anarchist Communist Front (ZACF) – South Africa

Slingshot would like to have some radical contacts / infoshop listings in Africa, but at the moment we aren’t aware of any infoshops there. The Zabalaza folks organize some events and although they don’t have a physical address, you can contact them if you’re going to be traveling in Africa. If anyone learns of any physical address we should list, please let us know. Postnet Suite 47, Private Bag X1, Fordsburg, South Africa, 2033, Email: zacf@zabalaza.net, www.zabalaza.net Phone: 00 27 84 946-4240 (from abroad) 084 946-4240 (locally)

Corrections to the 2010 Slingshot organizer

As soon as we took it to the printing press, we got these changes / corrections:

• The address we printed for the Evergreen Infoshoppe in Olympia, WA is wrong. They are actually at: Sem 1, Room 3151 Olympia, WA 98505, 360-867-6574. Their real / new name is: Sabot Infoshoppe.

• We by mistake listed ACRE (Action for Community in Raleigh) and their address. In fact, they had to shut down after a crackdown from the city. We hope it won’t be a problem that we listed them by mistake – please do not go there looking for a public space.

• Confluence Books in Grand Junction, CO has moved to a new address: 749 Rood Ave Suite (A), Grand Junction, CO 81501. The Confluence Collective House is now the Bad Water Flats Collective and is still at:629 Ouray Ave.Grand Junction, CO 81501

Infoshop Gossip — lips are wagging

Although the Rhizome collective in Austin, TX got evicted from the warehouse space they had occupied for 9 years by City of Austin Code Enforcement officials on March 17, they are still active as an organization. In June, they completed construction on Austin’s first code-approved composting toilet on the 9.8 acre former brownfield they have been working to clean up since 2004 with a $200,000 EPA grant. According to the Rhizome press release, “The toilet is built atop two separate waterproof concrete vaults. When one vault fills up, operation switches to the other side. The human waste is given one year to decompose which guarantees the resultant soil is safe for growing food for human consumption, though fertilizing fruit trees is more common. At the end of the year, the material is tested to verify the absence of fecal organisms. Rhizome Collective co-founder Scott Kellogg and Dr. Lauren Ross of Glenrose Engineering worked with the City for nearly four years to obtain the necessary permit for the construction of this composting toilet. Composting toilets are progressive, innovative resource recovery systems that use no water and safely compost human wastes into a benign and beneficial soil amendment. Cover material, in this case dry sawdust, over each deposit ensures a balanced carbon/nitrogen ratio (c/n ratio) to stimulate the composting process as well as abating smells associated with traditional outhouses and sewer and septic systems. This first step in developing infrastructure on the field opens the doors of possibility for the future use of the space. While the Collective is of course always taking monetary donations, there is now a second way to make a donation, affectionately referred to as #2.” Check out rhizomecollective.org.

Rabble Calendar

October

October 17-18

Seattle Anarchist Bookfair – Underground Events Center www.seattleanarchist.org

October 17 • 11 am

Anti-war march and rally – UN Plaza SF

October 22 • 7 pm

Book release party for Slingshot’s new book, People’s Park Still Blooming. Modern Times Books 888 Valencia, SF

October 22

14th National Day of Protest to stop police brutality, repression and the criminalization of a generation

October 24

International day of Climate Action 350.org

October 25 • 9 am – 6 pm

Westfest – 40th anniversary of Woodstock music festival. Speedway Meadows, Golden Gate Park SF

October 30 • 6 pm

San Francisco Halloween Critical Mass bike ride. Dress up – Justin Herman Plaza

November

November 1

World Vegan Day www.worldveganday.org

November 7 • 7 pm

Book Party “Father Bill: Reflections of a Beloved Rebel” Berkeley Unitarians 1924 Cedar at Bonita www.bfuu.org

November 14 • 7 pm

Art as Propaganda Workshop series: Fashion as Protest and Inspiration: Queer, Punk and Freak Fashion 625 Larkin St. #202 SF www.radicalwomen.org

November 21-28

Caravan in Support of Communities on the front lines of resistance at Black Mesa, AZ 928.773.8086 www.blackmesais.org

November 20-22

Mass Mobilization to Shut Down the School of the Americas Ft. Benning, GA soaw.org

November 27

Buy Nothing Day – protest consumerism everywhere! buynothingday.org

November 30

Mass global action to stop climate change. Lots of cities – actforclimatejustice.org

December

December 7 – 18

Global protest against false solutions at the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change in Copenhagen, Denmark – pick a protest in your local area

December 13 • 4 pm

Slingshot new volunteer meeting 3124 Shattuck Ave. Berkeley 510 540-0751

January, 2010

January 16 • 3 pm

Slingshot article deadline for issue #102 – 3124 Shattuck Ave. Berkeley

February

February 10-15

Protest the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, BC Canada. Convergence of anti-colonial and anti-capitalist forces to confront corporate invasion, displacement, and state repression. No2010.com

When the pain hits home – Tristan Anderson shot at Palestine wall protest

Oakland, California is ground zero for many members of the Slingshot collective, but on March 13, Oakland felt like a distant outpost, really far away from Ni’ilin, in the West Bank, where our friend Tristan Anderson, who also lives in Oakland, was struck in the forehead and almost killed by a high-velocity tear gas grenade. Suddenly the Israel/Palestine conflict had new shades and hues, new depth and angles, wrought by personal connection and pain.

The news that Tristan had been critically injured in the West Bank fell like an emotional bomb on our community. When the news was announced on the local Pacifica radio station it detonated somewhere above us in the atmosphere and radiated outward in waves. It settled around us in a thick cloud that constricted our breathing for a time and tied our stomach in knots. For a week afterward, meeting someone you hadn’t seen since hearing the news was sufficient cause for a new round of tears.

It wasn’t just the what, but the how. News of Tristan’s injury came across the AP news wire around noon on Friday, March 13 and from there seemed to spread within minutes. The wire report said he had been injured at a protest near the Apartheid Wall. It said that Tristan had been struck in the forehead at close range, and that after he had been rushed to the hospital part of his frontal lobe had been removed in order to get out all the fragments of skull lodged in his brain. The International Solidarity Movement released a video of Tristan being put on a stretcher as tear gas canisters continued to fall all around him. His head was bloodied and lolling back and forth unconsciously. His girlfriend Gabby, a familiar voice in the chaos, could be heard in the background shouting, “Tristan! Oh God, oh God oh God….”

Tristan has hundreds, if not thousands of friends here who have shared a meal with him, or laughed in appreciation at his stories of triumphs and near-calamities at protests in Oaxaca, El Salvador or Iraq. His nose arcs to the side like a water slide, slipping off at a most improbable angle — once broken, now a healed-up testament to his penchant for daring feats. He has this way of telling stories that involves his whole, wiry frame, and a laugh that is infectious, not least of all to himself. It seems to catch him by surprise and shake his shoulders to and fro. He has lived in the Bay Area for most of his adult life, though most of us have also heard stories of his childhood in Grass Valley, California, and of his family there.

Although Tristan has been arrested at protests more than forty times, he has only twice been brought to trial and has never been convicted. He is not the sort to get angry or confrontational; he is never among the belligerent egotists yelling at the riot police. He takes it for granted that inequality, injustice, and environmental degradation are things to be exposed and eliminated — it is not in his character to shout about something so obvious. Instead he comes home with stories about the amazing collective processes he witnessed, of people realizing their own power and gathering in cramped rooms to attempt all the work of self-governance, of escaping confrontation with armed police by running from showers of rubber bullets and scuttling under barricades to escape being crushed by army vehicles.

When Tristan goes on an adventure to attend a protest near or far, he brings back stories, but he also brings back pictures. I have on my hard drive dozens of pictures Tristan uploaded from his camera to post on the internet during the early days of the tree sit on UC Berkeley Campus. Tristan took a few pictures of hand-lettered signs hanging from branches, and smiling portraits of people in the trees, but the vast majority of his photos were of mushrooms, fungus, and lichen, the grove’s least obtrusive form of life, growing green and brown in lovely fractal patterns. He never posted those pictures or spoke of them. They are just beautiful close-ups he created, spiritual and ethereal in their beauty, not the kind of thing every activist takes time to appreciate. Tristan spent a lot of time at the grove in those early days, reading and talking to people under the canopy.

I don’t think many of us knew how Tristan’s injury would affect us even as we first heard about it, and began eagerly scouring the web to find out all we could about the circumstances and conditions, only to learn the gory details, and not much more, until the story broke in local media as “Former Tree Sitter Tristan Anderson Critically Wounded,” which in the collective psyche of many around here translated to, “Dirty Hippy Downed.”

The tree sit ended last September, but a week after Tristan was shot, Debra Saunders, a columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle, wrote an opinion piece that said as much. She opened her opinion piece, titled “Tree Sitter not in Berkeley Anymore,” with a mocking and inaccurate characterization of the protest. “When Tristan Anderson, now 38, was living illegally in the trees at UC Berkeley to protest the administration’s ultimately successful bid to cut down the trees to build a sports training center, life was good. For 21 months, Berkeley’s tree sitters happily fouled their nests with little interference from the authorities. Their biggest fear was falling….”

She then went on to condemn “Tristan’s friends” for staging a “violent” protest after he was wounded that closed down Market Street in San Francisco when we “could have used the awful occasion of Anderson’s situation to contemplate how wonderful it is to live in a safe country.” She was referring to a protest that came together just three days after Tristan was shot, ironically on the anniversary of the death of Rachel Corrie, an American killed by Israeli troops during a protest in Palestine. Hundreds turned out, for Tristan or Rachel or Palestine or all three. Eight people were arrested — ambushed on the sidewalk by dozens of cops after the protest had mostly dispersed, for what provocation we do not know. To characterize the protest as “violent” in this context seems to mean disruptive or provocative, not violent in the sense of the police treatment of the demonstrators — physically throwing people on the pavement and locking them in pain holds.

The media reaction accentuated two things. First, how truly horrible violence, especially state-sponsored violence, is. And second, how absurdly at odds mainstream culture is with protest culture — setting itself against all of us hooligans hell-bent on obstructing the movement to “get on with things.” Needless to say, here in Tristan’s circles–with Tristan still in a hospital half a world away recovering from pneumonia, infection, half a dozen operations, and an egregious head injury–we felt a range of things about the world’s indifference and lack of sympathy. Personally, I felt embattled: privileged with the kinds of knowledge only available to those willing to witness things first-hand, and traumatized by what I have seen.

It becomes wearying to point out that Tristan was not a threat to the Israeli Defense Force soldiers who shot him, something his friends know automatically because we know Tristan, know protest situations, and know Tristan in those situations. The media will have already made their pronouncements and moved on by the time the details are confirmed: that the IDF was firing on an already dispersed crowd, that the soldier could have fired up (not straight) with his launcher, and that at the time Tristan was shot he was, as usual, taking pictures.

Tristan was in the trees at the oak grove in Berkeley when the final siege began in May of 2008. For six months they had been surrounded by eight foot fences with barbed wire. Several gas generators roared all night long from the guard posts the University had created and the protesters were bathed in floodlights. Then one day, the University raised up cherry pickers full of men with knives, shears and trimmers to cut ropes and branches and to try to get the tree sitters out. A few were
extracted, including Gabby, Tristan’s girlfriend. The University reported to the media that they were just trimming the trees and removing unoccupied structures they had deemed “a safety hazard.” The reporters raised no questions about the irony of trimming trees you planned to cut down. Nor did they report much about the horrific way the scene unfolded day after day, with the tree sitters yelling and scrambling from branch to branch, tree to tree as the men in the cherry pickers tried to corner them by cutting rope supports, ramming trees, yelling derogatory insults, and doing everything they could to get them out of the trees short of getting blood on their hands.

Tristan negotiated surrender and came down in early June. He was hallucinating from lack of sleep and dehydration, and had been separated from the rest of the tree sitters during the struggle so that he was hanging out solo on a branch near the road. Physically and emotionally, he was out of stamina. He needed to work the next day, and wanted to download and preserve the over 300 pictures he had taken during the siege, but he still felt enormously guilty for giving up–even though he didn’t give up. He and Gabby sat vigil by the grove day and night for months after, providing ground support and talking to the media. Tristan stayed there even though he got little sleep. He told me he was plagued for months with nightmares of the men in cherry pickers menacing them by pounding their perches and threatening to knock them down.

Out of the hundreds of people who were arrested during the two-year campaign to save the oaks, Tristan was one of the few to go to trial. The day after he surrendered, he was arrested for coming back to the oak grove. The police testified that after he came down from the trees, he had been told he was banned from campus for three days. The prosecution alleged that he had returned as an act of flagrant disobedience, to show the campus cops he had not been beaten. In fact, the arresting officer had forgotten to tell him he was banned from campus–an embarrassing mistake, had she admitted it. She did admit that she forgot to give him the paper copy, and that she planned to present him one at the Berkeley jail where he was held overnight, but that by the time she got around to it he had been released.

The prosecution’s contention that Tristan was an angry radical could not bear the weight of Tristan himself when he took the stand, or when he was shown standing in handcuffs at the time of his arrest carefully explaining, “They are saying I had a stay-away order, but they never gave me one.”

The whole embarrassing waste of public funds resulted in an acquittal for Tristan, a brief triumph in a long and grueling campaign against state power and largess.

Of course he is now once again a symbol of the abuse of state power, this time on a much larger stage, but also a symbol of how divided the world has become when people are unsympathetic towards anyone killed or injured at a protest–even if they were nonviolent, even if they were members of the press. It seems so banal and brutal to me.

We are getting regular reports on the progress of Tristan’s recovery, and among the community of friends here, I would say the mood is cautiously optimistic. The larger picture of facing down tyranny and oppression is harder to view. I think of the pain and reverberations Tristan’s injury has caused here in Oakland, and then I think of the thousands of people injured in the occupied territories, and the multiplicative reverberations those casualties must cause in an Arab population of just 3.7 million, and I can honestly see why people work so hard to dehumanize these people as terrorists. It is impossible to rationalize their oppression otherwise.

Viva Women's Choice clinic – budget cuts close feminist health center

Women’s Choice Clinic in Oakland, California was forced to close April 8 after running out of money. Women’s Choice was the oldest feminist health center in the United States — performing abortions since 1972, a year before the Roe vs. Wade decision made abortion legal. Women’s Choice Clinic performed low cost, sliding-scale abortions, as well as offering gynecological exams, STD testing, and birth control, all in a supportive, comfortable environment. Volunteers made sure women could learn as much about their health care options as possible, and that doctors listened to the concerns of women and paid attention. The clinic provided feminist health care centered on compassion, dignity, and respect. These subversive practices ran counter to the practice of professional medicine, where male experts distanced themselves from women’s bodies and voices.

“Coming to a feminist health care center feels like coming home,” noted Linci Comi, an activist who has worked with the clinic for over thirty years and is currently its executive director.

The state’s chronic failure to reimburse for Medi-Cal (California’s supplemented medi-caid) payments forced the clinic to close. Ninety percent of the clinic’s clients received free abortion services through Medi-Cal, and the clinic no longer had the money to cover basic supplies and licensing fees. “It’s heartbreaking, class warfare on poor women,” says Comi.

“Unfortunately, relying on Medi-Cal has put us under the thumb of the state,” according to Annah Wilson. And the State’s thumb is stingy and ugly, barely providing money to cover the cost of supplies, often over six months late in payments, and refusing to pay on the slightest grounds. “We had to survive on private donations for over thirty years, and the community did as much as it could to support us.” Unfortunately the economic slump means that the community couldn’t really step up once more and rescue the clinic.

The clinic’s dedication to providing care to low-income women was no accident, but an integral part of the politics of reproductive justice. The battle must be fought not just to keep abortion legal, but to make free abortion available on demand. This is a part of the broader battle to give all of us access to the free health care we need to live. The Hyde Amendment, passed by Congress in 1976, chipped away at abortion access by taking away Medicaid funding for abortions, but California and Hawaii still provide Medicaid abortions with state funding. While nothing has changed legally, the state tightened the screws by reducing the rates of payment on Medi-Cal abortions and delaying payments.

I have seen the revolutionary banner of Women’s Choice Clinic literally out on the streets demonstrating for women’s freedom, and against war and oppression, and it’s so important that we continue to struggle now, and stand up for truly free, truly universal health care, and for women seeking reproductive freedom. A seated pro-choice president doesn’t mean we can sit back and relax, and the clinic’s closure should be a wake up call. It’s time to demand systematic changes and free up resources sucked down by the war, quiet the carping of anti-choicers and keep them from carving away at abortion access by putting political and economic pressure on the fourteen feminist health centers operating today. It’s great if political changes can provide us with renewed hope and inspiration, but the work remains to be done to make the vision of reproductive freedom clear and real.

Clinic volunteers actively worked against forced sterilization, helped pioneer informed consent, put the health of women above all other considerations, and analyzed the larger structures of oppression in their work. We need voices like these to speak out loud and strong, because of the history of birth control being a tool of population control, white supremacy, and eugenics, extending into the birth control options pushed on low income women and women of color offered in clinics today. This activist voice is especially needed when anti-abortions critics are becoming more sophisticated, by co-opting real fears of racist genocide.

Women’s choice used a loophole in Medi-Cal to provide abortion funds to more women: pregnant low-income women are immediately eligible for temporary Medi-Cal, without having to go through quite as many hoops. Women’s Choice was one of the last stops for women short on cash seeking an abortion, since the big box abortion clinics prioritize the bottom line, and cut corners to make more money and leave low-income women out in the cold. Comi gave an example of big box clinics creatively adding to Medi-Cal billing by inserting unwanted Intra Uterine Devices, an involuntary birth control device, just to tack on charges. What a fucked up excuse for limiting reproductive freedom!

The clinic has faced round after round of budget shortfalls bravely, responding to previous Medi-cal cuts by trimming down to a skeleton crew of paid staff and relying almost completely on volunteers. In some ways, this switch back to volunteers rejuvenated the activist culture at Women’s Choice, as young women with no formal health care training, but as dedicated to learning about health care as the clinics founders, began performing duties such as blood work, counseling, sonograms, and assisting surgical procedures. This is more involvement than the passive roles (paperwork) interns are usually subjected to.

“Women’s Choice Clinic showed us a whole new way to approach health care that valued patient education and empowerment. And they have left an important legacy — there are literally hundreds of health care professionals now in the field who did their clinical hours and certifications at Women’s Choice Clinic. We are better off for WCC’s work, and it is a crying shame that they can’t continue,” according to Kim Barstow, a former clinic volunteer.

“I feel stripped of hope,” laments Annah Wilson, the clinic’s volunteer coordinator, “but I also feel a renewed sense of urgency, and a need to funnel people away from the mainstream health system. The counter-narrative of Women’s Choice made it possible for me to work with the mainstream health system in what I felt to be a subversive way. I needed a place where I could speak out frankly against oppression.”

Carol Downer, Lorraine Rothman, and other women, started a self-help group in Los Angeles, which became the Feminist Health Center in 1971. These women studied women’s anatomy, physiology, and abortion techniques, and started providing abortions on their own, as well as teaching women to do their own cervical exams and inventing a technique called Menstrual Extraction, which women can use to empty the contents of the uterus manually. Northern California women caught on quickly, starting the Oakland Feminist Health Center and a network of clinics.

The new self-help clinics broke new technical ground in women’s health care, as well as breaking barriers to women becoming involved in their own health care. Vacuum evacuation was pioneered by the newly legalized self help clinics and based on the insights and research done by women’s self care groups. This is why abortion is so safe today, and women should never have to face the immense physical and emotional danger of an unwanted pregnancy. When challenges to abortion reached a fever pitch in the 1990s, Rothman again began distributing information about how woman could directly take control of their own health care, as the services at clinics deteriorated in the climate of fear, writing A Woman’s Book of Choices. Young women responded by forming new self-help groups to learn about their own bodies (Slingshot was a part of this new generation and has published information about menstrual extraction and do-it-yourself women’s health consistently.)

The clinic’s work isn’t over. As a licensed medical clinic, they must continue to provide medical records for seven years, and clinic workers plan to keep providing health informati
on, unwanted pregnancy prevention, reproductive health information, on a street level, as the West Coast Feminist Health Project. “There is still a lot we can do without a licensed clinic,” according to Comi. This means the community can’t just mourn the loss of the clinic, but needs to keep helping to carry the burden, and organizing for reproductive freedom. “There is still hope that something will change in the political situation, or we can get a new source of funding.” The clinic is looking for storage space, legal support (the nonprofit may need to file for bankruptcy), design work, and people who want to help come up with a strategic vision.

So if you are ready to get back to the basics of grassroots feminist work, meeting in living rooms, contact them and offer you support at WCFHP, P.O. BOX 70432, Oakland, CA 94612. They also love to hear from former volunteers, and are keeping an archive, so drop a line if you were one of the many people who did everything from clinic defense to counseling, and have recollections or snapshots. “We’re not going to let them destroy us,” said Comi.