[gG:] Bye-bye Moria

A text about the gre­at fire that demo­lis­hed the con­cen­tra­ti­on camp of Moria. 09/​09/​20

When a pri­son burns down, tho­se of us who have expe­ri­en­ced, even for a moment, the con­di­ti­on of impr­i­son­ment, can only shud­der with delight.Regardless of whe­ther a new one will be built after its demo­li­ti­on, and regard­less of whe­ther the empty cells will be refil­led after the escape of some pri­so­ners, the fact of the escape can only fill us with joy. After all, the strugg­le for the aboli­ti­on of every pri­son, goes through the strugg­le for indi­vi­du­al and social libe­ra­ti­on, right here and now. It was Tues­day night on 8 of Sep­tem­ber 2020, when one of the most hated pri­sons in Euro­pe burst into fla­mes. It was not the first time that some peop­le tried to burn down the con­cen­tra­ti­on camp of Moria. Almost on a dai­ly basis, smal­ler fires were brea­king out, as a result of indi­gna­ti­on or the flamm­a­ble con­di­ti­ons in which peop­le were living. This time, howe­ver, it was not the same. People’s souls were dri­er than ever, and their tem­pora­ry pos­ses­si­ons loo­ked more like fire­ligh­ters than goods. During the same day clas­hes were spread around once again, while the poli­ce-doc­tors arri­ved to impo­se the com­ple­te blo­cka­de of the ent­i­re Camp and the iso­la­ti­on of popu­la­ti­on groups wit­hin it. It was some days befo­re when the sta­te deci­ded to build a wall that would enc­lo­se all the slums around the Moria camp. It was some days befo­re when UNHCR deci­ded to redu­ce their small allo­wan­ce. It was some mon­ths befo­re that restric­tion and aban­don­ment were impo­sed in the camp in the name of Public Health. It’s been years now that the­re are no pro­spects at all. All the­se and much more for­ced many of the pri­so­ners to get armed with stones and stand in front of the fire trucks, rea­dy to make sure that the fla­mes would embrace their who­le hell. Room-by-room they ope­ned the bureau­cra­tic struc­tures of Pro­crus­tes and bur­ned, again and again, and the next day, and the next, until they made sure that they would never have to come back again. Tho­se who are afraid of chan­ge will do anything in order to jus­ti­fy the pre­vious situa­ti­on. All of us, the white Euro­peans who wake up to go to work, trap­ped in a dai­ly rou­ti­ne of rela­ti­ve abundance and anti­ci­pa­ted emo­ti­ons, feel dis­tur­bed by the vio­lent effec­ti­ve­ness of fire. We are dis­tur­bed by how easi­ly and rapidly chan­ges what seems so far unsha­ka­ble. People’s ves­ted inte­rests named a bunch of demons as the cul­prits of the fire. Tur­kish agents, dark govern­men­tals, jiha­dists, local fascists, for­eign fascists, para­ded through the pet­tit-bour­geois fan­ta­sies in an effort to jus­ti­fy inac­tion and inter­me­dia­ti­on. It is this dark fab­ric that we put on our own eyes so as not to face the rea­li­ty, not to be con­fron­ted with taking a posi­ti­on. No mat­ter which devil put on the fire, this act is not sepa­ra­ted from the laugh­ter of the child­ren, the yawns of the crowd that ecsta­ti­cal­ly said good­bye to their pri­son. This act is not unre­la­ted to the stones which are thrown even now, a week later, towards the tor­tu­rers. This act is not unre­la­ted to the refu­sal of peop­le to enter into a new con­cen­tra­ti­on camp, to their refu­sal to feed, to their refu­sal to accept the cha­ri­ty of the „whites“. One week later, 13,000 peop­le are restric­ted to a sec­tion of the road that leads to the port. Night and day poli­ce and mili­ta­ry pla­nes land hund­reds of spe­cial for­ces with all kinds of equip­ment. Ships unload water can­non trucks and other spe­cial vehi­cles. Fire­figh­t­ing pla­nes are con­stant­ly fly­ing to put out the repeated fires set by the insur­gents eit­her to burn again what has been left, eit­her to sabo­ta­ge the efforts to build a new pri­son, or to pro­tect them­sel­ves from the hund­reds of tear gases fired by the poli­ce. At the same time all kinds of dro­nes and heli­co­p­ters are fly­ing in the sky of Myti­le­ne moni­to­ring their move­ments and orga­ni­sing the repres­si­on that is expec­ted to peak hour by hour. Cer­tain­ly not all of the­se peop­le are united, nor we can call them all rebels. Their racial and inter­nal con­flicts were, after all, sys­te­ma­ti­cal­ly cul­ti­va­ted in the mise­ra­ble con­di­ti­ons in which they lived. Howe­ver, we can see a cri­ti­cal revol­ting crowd of peop­le who do not accept to take a step back. They gam­ble their future in the fire, they build stone by stone their free­dom. The same peop­le enga­ge in immedia­te action prac­ti­ces, such as aggres­si­ve­ly abs­tai­ning from food, aggres­si­ve­ly rejec­ting huma­ni­ta­ri­an aid, or aggres­si­ve­ly refu­sing to inte­gra­te them­sel­ves into the new nar­ra­ti­ve of power. Con­si­de­ring the worries of some „white“ peop­le about the food and the com­forts of the insur­gents, it is enough to take a look at their slo­gans: „We do not want a new camp, we want Free­dom“, „We do not want food, we want Freedom“.Considering the abo­ve, it is important to obser­ve the impas­ses that were trig­ge­red by the upri­sing among peop­le in soli­da­ri­ty and locals. The efforts for a huma­ni­ta­ri­an manage­ment of the chao­tic situa­ti­on that fol­lo­wed the upri­sing came to replace the initi­al numb­ness that over­whel­med the peop­le in soli­da­ri­ty. The first thoughts con­cer­ned food, clothes, accom­mo­da­ti­on, secu­ri­ty from fascists, etc. This approach can be descri­bed as at least out of date, if we con­si­der the thousands of por­ti­ons of food which were tras­hed due to the refu­sal of the insur­gents to return to the pre­vious nor­ma­li­ty of huma­ni­ta­ri­an manage­ment. Five years now, a mul­ti­mil­li­on-dol­lar busi­ness has been acti­va­ted on the island, through which various sys­temic and non-sys­temic actors get rich, and which under­ta­ke to satisfy the basic needs of the trap­ped. Even worse, pro­fes­sio­nal huma­ni­ta­ri­an orga­niz­a­ti­ons, worried about the situa­ti­on that threa­tens their invest­ments, are pro­po­sing a return to the past through acti­ve par­ti­ci­pa­ti­on in the recon­struc­tion of a new camp in coope­ra­ti­on with the army and poli­ce. Com­bi­ning all this we are in front of the timeless impas­se of soli­da­ri­ty, when it flirts with cha­ri­ty and the logic of vic­ti­miz­a­ti­on and does not unite with the strugg­le of the insur­gents, streng­t­he­ning them in ways that actively pro­mo­te their deman­ds. On the other hand, a group of local peop­le, having as a con­stant demand the clo­sing of Moria camp, pro­ved, des­pi­te their racist approach, to respond more effec­tively to the deman­ds of the insurgents,setting up a block and pre­ven­ting the arri­val of the machi­nes which would clean the bur­ned area, so that it could con­ti­nue to ope­ra­te. They also show­ed their aggres­si­on to the Minis­ter of Immi­gra­ti­on, without allowing him to approach. The strugg­le of the locals can actual­ly be seen through a prism of aban­don­ment, decep­ti­on, per­so­nal ambi­ti­ons and impas­ses. Expe­ri­en­cing the human traf­fi­cking that the glo­bal inte­rests open­ly deve­lop, and infront of the huge flow of state’s arma­ments, they have gra­du­al­ly moved through the impas­se of huma­ni­ta­ri­an manage­ment into the racist ill­ness. They are left to be gui­ded by poli­ti­ci­ans with hid­den agen­das and ambi­tious lea­ders who swim in the spoon of inte­rest, and soon the results will be exact­ly the oppo­si­te than peop­le are expec­ting. Tho­se of us who know Greek socie­ty over a peri­od of deca­des can not be sur­pri­sed by its appa­rent con­ser­va­ti­sa­ti­on. Racism, natio­na­lism, patri­ar­chy and inter­me­dia­ti­on are deeply roo­ted in Greek socie­ty in gene­ral. Even if some bour­geois „good man­ners“ were impo­sed during a small peri­od of a tem­pora­ry abundance in a part of the socie­ty, distancing and indif­fe­rence was not­hing more than an arti­fi­cial con­ce­alm­ent of the abo­ve. In the face of the cur­rent situa­ti­on, it is hypo­cri­ti­cal to talk about 10–100 fascists or the per­for­mance of a poli­ti­cal par­ty. The who­le „demo­cra­tic arc“ in Les­vos, in front of the gre­at cele­bra­ti­on of the bur­ning of Moria, stood eit­her cry­ing or spea­king strai­ght from the cesspool. A cesspool that the media does not miss the oppor­tu­ni­ty to infla­te at the most distant brain cells. The infor­ma­ti­on is mana­ged on the terms of the natio­nal thre­at, char­ged with tho­se of the health bomb. The spe­cial poli­ce and army for­ces, which pre­vent the migrants from approa­ching the port, have been trans­for­med this time, in con­trast to what hap­pen­ed a few mon­ths ago, to their pro­tec­tors from the infec­ted zom­bies that the Tur­kish regime sent. But we all are respon­si­ble for this image in the back­ground. When we did­n’t see the cop’s uni­form under that of the doc­tor. When we swal­lo­wed raw and mea­ningless huma­ni­ta­ria­nism. When our indi­vi­du­al respon­si­bi­li­ty beca­me a cau­se of alie­na­ti­on. When sci­en­ti­fi­ci­ty mut­ed con­cepts such as self-deter­mi­na­ti­on and self-manage­ment. When we avoided to strugg­le against the dance of mil­li­ons that aimed to repro­du­ce con­fi­ne­ment and repres­si­on. When we avoided to talk so as not to iden­ti­fy with tho­se we cal­led fascists. When we appeased the racism of socie­ty by accu­sing 10–100 extre­me right-win­gers. When we con­sen­ted to the medi­cal cler­gy tur­ning a blind eye to the hypo­cri­ti­cal manage­ment that took place in the con­cen­tra­ti­on camps. The only solu­ti­on, as it is utte­red by the insur­gents, is non-solu­ti­on. And we must pro­mo­te it with all our means and power. As sta­tes and huma­ni­ta­ri­an orga­niz­a­ti­ons try to find ways to mana­ge this deplor­able situa­ti­on, the only role we can play is to sabo­ta­ge them. Non-solu­ti­on is con­fron­ted with the con­cept of inter­me­dia­ti­on. Becau­se any management,coming from a cen­tral sys­tem of power, can only divi­de, impr­i­son, iso­la­te. Once again we need to think about the mea­ning of soli­da­ri­ty. What kind of soli­da­ri­ty do the insur­gents expect from us? In a strugg­le in which insur­gents offer their bodies and sacri­fice mate­ri­al goods to the fla­mes, soli­da­ri­ty is not a pla­te of food, a tent and a cop. In the face of the gre­at fire that bur­ned Moria, small sparks are the only way to com­mu­ni­ca­te with the insur­gents. Our hearts were war­med by the gre­at fires that leveled the hell of Moria. As always in such moments the mons­ters reve­al their inten­ti­ons in the clea­rest way. Let their weak­nes­ses beco­me our tar­get until the final col­lap­se of any solu­ti­on. Until we build infi­ni­te­ly fra­gi­le socie­ties of equa­li­ty and soli­da­ri­ty. Until the leve­ling of each pri­son, insi­de or out­side.

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