Raccoon the UNGOOD CRIMETHINKER (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} arocoun2) wrote,@ 2009-07-30 18:45:00 |
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Disruption
The last month has been the most interesting, emotional, happy, and painful month I've gotten to experience, and had to endure, in a very long time. There are many things I can possibly write about, many adventures to recall...
Let's start from the highlight of the week, and work from there.
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The various performances put on by my fellow anarchists were coming to an end. We were in the ballroom, the biggest room in the CI Convergence's building, and there was no expectation that something serious would disrupt the Convergence going according to plan. Until, in the back of the room, a group of "colored" folk (their word) start reading a paper on gentrification. It was hard to understand what they were saying, but their meaning became clear pretty quickly. "We're not joking! GET OUT!" One of them grabs my sleeping bag and backpack, and my stuff is the first of many things to go flying out the door.
A group of 6 or 7 people claiming to represent APOC (Anarchist People Of Color) was attempting the evict the CrimethInc. Convergence for being a force of gentrification. At the top of their lungs, they were screaming in people's faces, and saying hurtful things.
"Go back to Europe!"
"All of you white people with your dumpstering, and your squatting, and your community houses, are gentrifying cities everywhere! Just stop!"
"I'm tired of seeing all of your white faces!"
"Get in your cars, and go home!"
I'm almost never one to get outwardly angry, but in this instance I was so furious I was twitching. The bastards were throwing my things around, screaming at us (one even had the nerve to scream an inch from Cypher's face, and it took great discipline not to smash his head then and there), and focusing entirely on race, something I have no choice about. The fucktards were essentially saying that for the color of my skin (I'm not even fully of European descent), I had no right to exist anywhere.
Xander had no intention of leaving. "Has anyone done the math? There are 5 of them, and 150 of us. We shouldn't be the one's leaving."
Eventually, I recovered most of my stuff (minus the shorts that I sleep in), and Cypher and I left to sleep at a local's house. I was torn between leaving and staying for the night, but in the end, I wanted to stick with Cypher. We returned the next day for the Really-Really Free Market. In total, about 1/3 of the Convergence attendees didn't return.
The last month has been the most interesting, emotional, happy, and painful month I've gotten to experience, and had to endure, in a very long time. There are many things I can possibly write about, many adventures to recall...
Let's start from the highlight of the week, and work from there.
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The various performances put on by my fellow anarchists were coming to an end. We were in the ballroom, the biggest room in the CI Convergence's building, and there was no expectation that something serious would disrupt the Convergence going according to plan. Until, in the back of the room, a group of "colored" folk (their word) start reading a paper on gentrification. It was hard to understand what they were saying, but their meaning became clear pretty quickly. "We're not joking! GET OUT!" One of them grabs my sleeping bag and backpack, and my stuff is the first of many things to go flying out the door.
A group of 6 or 7 people claiming to represent APOC (Anarchist People Of Color) was attempting the evict the CrimethInc. Convergence for being a force of gentrification. At the top of their lungs, they were screaming in people's faces, and saying hurtful things.
"Go back to Europe!"
"All of you white people with your dumpstering, and your squatting, and your community houses, are gentrifying cities everywhere! Just stop!"
"I'm tired of seeing all of your white faces!"
"Get in your cars, and go home!"
I'm almost never one to get outwardly angry, but in this instance I was so furious I was twitching. The bastards were throwing my things around, screaming at us (one even had the nerve to scream an inch from Cypher's face, and it took great discipline not to smash his head then and there), and focusing entirely on race, something I have no choice about. The fucktards were essentially saying that for the color of my skin (I'm not even fully of European descent), I had no right to exist anywhere.
Xander had no intention of leaving. "Has anyone done the math? There are 5 of them, and 150 of us. We shouldn't be the one's leaving."
Eventually, I recovered most of my stuff (minus the shorts that I sleep in), and Cypher and I left to sleep at a local's house. I was torn between leaving and staying for the night, but in the end, I wanted to stick with Cypher. We returned the next day for the Really-Really Free Market. In total, about 1/3 of the Convergence attendees didn't return.
