A comrade who has a very heavy drug/ptsd problem attacked another guy (me) with a fucking chain and claw hammer.
I deflected the blow with my elbow (now wounded) and fled into the shadows.
This incident made me aware of the unpredictability of situation, that is to say that although we may be aware of a persons’ moods or behaviors ,may even have some level of intimate knowledge of the individuals’ character, we cannot assume any type of stable outcome when confronted with a dangerous person and an autonomous zone. The subjects are unpredictable in themselves; there is a dilapidated and chaotic environment. Calibration is necessary. It takes a brain mechanic to positively guide the concerned individuals into an amiable condition. We must, as so-called “revolutionaries”, ”progressives”, ”radicals”, etc. remain vigilant so as not to manifest authoritarian tendencies in ourselves and to observe our comrades, and when one or another deems it necessary to exhibit spatial dominance, it must be considered as to whether or not this is good for the collective that one is so violently asserting.
A bad person cannot make any space good, whereas a good space may change things for the better for someone who is feeling bad. This is perhaps obvious for some, but unacceptable for those who seek spatial dominance, for they are “bad”. Remember the feral human is completely attached to its' survival personality much more so than many other people;indeed the dominant majority of mature adults are not generally considered psychotic as such, despite ample evidence to the contrary.
When one misunderstands liberation to this extent, when one is so bound up in “anarchy” one cannot be free.
I say fuck this guy.
The bottom line is this, that the spontaneous eruption of violence in my life is proof positive that I am doing good in a world of bad. Because bad must fight to save itself against good, and good would prefer to change bad. Our responsibility to save people ends with their refusal to save themselves.
That being said, I want to stress the fact that our operations flow unimpeded; that we are continuing to move forward and house up veterans through a loose system of squats and partnerships, completely off the grid.
Sometimes an individual comes to feel a sense of ownership over the most inane conditions.
When, having saved one or more lives, one is confronted with a victim of your having saved them, it comes as a unique shock to hear them screaming that they didn’t want to be saved, that they didn’t ask you to save them.
This is instructive. Must we allow people to die? Must we kill some people?
It would appear that certainly, others wish us harm, and even though the situation would never warrant violence, the aggressor is intent upon claiming the victims attention. The idea is to give the proper mixture of needed attention and guide things into an amiable conclusion that favors whomever thinks they were in charge.
The aggressor in this instance,( at first, cries of excecution of the traitor) but now, in terms of discipline, a hundred very hard lashes of the whip, is persona non grata, a poof of idiocy and spectacularism, a waste of blood, a waste of time.
Yes, we must give up on some people, that should be the extent of our harm to them. They will inevitably destroy themselves, and we will be too busy sheltering others from the shrapnel of their exploding lives to even shield ourselves.