You feel what everyone else feels; the pressure in your throat that
grips your words and the trembling of your hand that makes the paperdance when you address an audience that can be hostile; the tension in
your neck when you carry more than you should with that conflict that is
not resolved, or the pressure in your chest that gives you the anxiety
of a resolution still unknown; the tiredness before the last meeting of
the week while you continue to fill the agenda for the next one and try
to make it compatible with the rest of your life; and the vertigo that
gives the uncertainty and suspense between the success and failure of a
fragment of your struggle, of your collective history.
You come to be one more... What am I saying? You come because YOU ARE
one more! Because the shit that runs through them and splashes them, is
in some way the same shit that runs through you and splashes you. Of a
different kind, that's for sure, but shit all the same, since there are
no two equal lives, two equal struggles, two equal sufferings. If you
come to be side by side in these spaces, it is because you feel the
conflict burning in your flesh and guts, and because you believe and
have chewed for a long time that solidarity is the only way to get you
out of there. That you have no other choice... that this is the best
path for all.
You cannot escape from what you are; your struggle is their struggle,
your struggle is your struggle, their struggle is our struggle, our
struggle is their struggle. Full of their contradictions, with the
oppressions and privileges that each one's story brings. Stories that
are shared without shame when trust and bonding ooze from healed wounds,
opened at the moment of trying to overcome common challenges.
You sit in the same circles, you consume the same oxygen and the same
acid born of anger at injustice, the same sorrow, the same joys and
hopes for something better stir in you, and you face the same or similar
difficulties. You build reflections and joint actions that sometimes
have an effect and sometimes don't. You contribute your experience, your
thoughts, your feelings... your being.
But you are not alone with your individuality. Behind you there are also
the essences of the comrades who join the struggle through you and with
whom you also build your libertarian, anarchist struggle every day. You
are not only you and your story in those circles, in those streets, in
those doors, in those actions, or when you try to articulate those words
on paper, in the wind or in the office of an exploiter. You are
yourself, but on the path you are opening, those who walk and have
walked with you also gather together; the ghosts of the past that tattoo
on your soul the words that they once left written, and the ideas and
practices that come from afar, like a caress of tender air, from
solidarity between peoples.
This relationship is not only about knowledge, but also about
accompanying. A company that helps you keep the oil of those lighthouses
burning, which allow you to guide yourself when everything seems darker,
points of support for when your legs fail, your tongue gets tied, or
your head gets dull. A gentle tug on your neck that pulls you out of a
fire that begins to envelop you without control and by which you run the
risk of being consumed. A community built on discipline, conviction, but
also on love. A feeling that goes beyond personal ties of affinity, but
is based on the security offered by the commitment you see in their eyes
and in their actions.
You understand that there you have a privilege that you have reached
without knowing very well how; possessing powerful tools in the form of
knowledge, resources and relationships that unfortunately many others
cannot access. And far from this situation making you believe yourself
with an absolute truth and driving you to use it to make others walk
under your rhythms and proposals; You try to pour out everything you
have sought and that has been offered to you after years of suffering,
joy, victories, defeats and reflections, into the spaces in which you
are articulated as a class in struggle. To nourish minds, hands and
hearts. So that, from the principles of solidarity, brotherhood and
justice, these ideas can be transmuted and improved and the ultimate
goal can be reached: making the struggles of which we are a part
unstoppable; arriving one day when they unite to establish the power
that allows us to transform everything.
Like the plant and the soil in which it grows, where a complex system is
formed in which life is sustained and developed. The specific
libertarian organization and the social movements feed and support each
other, without establishing predominances or power relations between
them, or making them explicit if this happens in order to be able to
approach them openly and destroy them. The intention is to train and
empower each other; in a cycle of constant, changing and eternal
transaction and transformation.
Although one can delimit the horizons of the two spaces based on its
structural and formal organization, it does not know very well where the
praxis of the anarchist organization begins and where that of the social
movements ends. Generating constant bidirectional and symbiotic
processes that sometimes develop closer to the viscera of the specific
organization, other times stay halfway between the organization and the
movements, and other times are built almost entirely in the social
movement. An organic process that ultimately seeks to strengthen both
parties in the relationship, finding the most appropriate formulas at
each moment and drawing on what has been built together.
In the anarchist organization we believe that the revolution can only
emerge and be the result of the direct action of a diverse, conscious,
organized and struggling people. And that is why its militants position
ourselves on the side of this; we merge with the people, because we have
never stopped being people and we do not want to stop being so ever.
Meanwhile, we cannot censor what we are, and we raise our flag without
complexes; exalting and socializing those principles that we carry in
our minds and hearts, and that we value as tools that can help achieve
the goals that we share with the rest of our fellow travelers.
Our deployment is strategic, based on the perspective that being
organized gives us. Putting our body and our energy into the fight for
justice in the present, but being able to raise our heads while we
strike and are struck; looking above the struggles in order to see
beyond. Trying to connect and unite with other raised faces, or touching
those hunched backs (which do not have to wear black) so that other
companions can also raise their eyes, observe, get some fresh air and
establish the spaces and moments in which we can point out, the more
hands and souls the better, the next milestone we would like to reach.
The horizon towards which we all push with determination.
Finally, and as humans that we are, during this whole process you cry,
laugh, get frustrated, doubt, get excited, get sad, get happy, get
tired, get emotional... you continue. You dream and lose all sense of
struggle and the people around you do the same, their being fluctuates
victim of the force of the adversities we endure - collectively and
individually - but one seems to have to reach where perhaps the others
cannot, supported by a network of relationships and more extensive
resources that sometimes seems invisible but is there. Especially in
those most demanding moments, when we maintain and take care of the red
thread of revolutionary hope that keeps the indomitable spirit connected
to the act of struggle; measuring our strength, regulating our steps,
taking care of others. All to survive one more day, one more year, five
more years until we achieve it... or until others achieve it even if we
cannot see it. Taking advantage of the moments of that peace wrapped in
conflict so that others grow by themselves and share the relays that we
all feel are necessary to be able to continue winning, to continue
taking care of ourselves in the harshness of the journey, to continue
moving forward...
Militant member of the Embarkment in the Habitation area.
https://www.regeneracionlibertaria.org/2024/11/19/caminando-su-nuestro-camino
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