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The Local Kids – Issue 5 – Autumn 2019

Over the last decade we have been made witness to the naked brutality of
power. In the four corners of the earth domination has displayed its
capacity to wreck devastation without hesitation. Those who were just
holding on to their last lines of dignity have been dragged down in the
mud. Those who rose up to regain their dignity and fight for freedom,
have been smothered and massacred. Not content with the daily
administration of oppression, it seemed as if the rulers were aiming for
a decisive victory by escalating their repressive violence.

They were mistaken. Instead of resignation, we are witnessing the
resilience of those who want to live against all odds. The ruins that
power left behind, as monuments to its scorched earth tactics and as a
warning for the future, are in our hands the first stones of a new life.
The cynical calculations of politicians, who are willing to sacrifice
whole generations to uphold their political reign or their economical
dogmas, have been erased by the unforeseen. An invisible line has been
crossed; beyond this line humiliation is no longer tolerated. Where this
line is drawn, and why there, is to remain unknown till it has been
crossed. That there is a line is a certainty that the dominant forces
wished to ignore.

Many take a passive attitude due to the unpredictable character of that
moment, when the social order is not only confronted by a few rebels but
by a full-on rebellion. But for anarchists the knowledge of this
resilience of people should warm our hearts and nourish our
determination that any instance of rebellion has the potential of
overflowing.

In order to survive we all adapt to a certain extent to the daily lot of
humiliations that are part of authoritarian societies. But surviving
isn’t enough and another line crossed can be one too many. These lines
cannot be imposed by ideology or some kind of universal truth. And in a
sense they are random, but that doesn’t make them meaningless. On the
contrary, they are the starting point of an existence that matters; one
that rebels against its subjugation.