Remembering means fighting: #BlackD15 comes to #StL

Solidarity Means Attack!

All day, evening and late into the night of December 22nd, a few longtime friends/accomplices in Saint Louis, MO tagged militant anti-police & anti-prison slogans, defaced multiple billboards, and stencilled black roses all over the metro area. This was done in solidarity with Greek comradescall for an international Black December.

The black rose is an old and storied symbol, one used sporadically by anti-authoritarians around the world and throughout history. Our black roses have been left at sites of state violence, to memorialize every daily harassment & indignity, every drop of blood spilled & every bone broken; every life ruined, locked up, and enslaved, and every brilliant star snuffed out the state and its agents. Our roses serve as a reminder of the countless atrocities committed by the agents of oppression & exploitation and as a threat to the police, with their badges & their guns; to the cowardly snitches who fear connecting with other human beings so much that they gleefully collaborate in state violence against their own neighbors; and to the kkkop in your own head, who we all must struggle with on a daily basis.

There are now over 240 black roses scattered across every neighborhood in Saint Louis, and more to come. We prefer to write on the walls of our city, rather than quibble in digital spaces, out of recognition of the profound danger of retreating into the aether of the internet. We prefer to direct our energy towards attack in full view of the public, calling out the enemies of freedom by name, to dispel the myth of their invincibility and show that even a small posse of friends and trusted comrades can shatter the banality of domestication. We do not seek to convert others to our cause, but rather, to throw up a signal to all those inclined to care, who would resist, who would wage war on misery, to signify that we are not alone and to remind one another that we can choose to take action in our own lives and, together, strike out against the spectacle, the police, their prisons, and all the forces of immiseration.

Kick-in the fences, burn the barricades, get free and bask in the warmth of the fires of resistance to come. Let us spread like the wildfires that once not so long ago and one day again and soon will rejuvenate the prairies and the forests and the land. Never forget, remembering means fighting.

For the wyld!

Your friend & accomplice, the wyldfire


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