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(en) Czech, afed: Before the excavator, behind the excavator --- Report from direct action in Bílina mine [machine translation]

Date Sat, 28 Jul 2018 08:48:45 +0300


Within Klimakempu 2018 (which was attended by members and members of the Anarchist Federation and many other anti-authoritarian and anti-authoritarians), a direct action took place (as last year ), where several hundred people decided to enter the Bílina surface mine and block the infrastructure there. ---- The following lines briefly describe the experiences of one of the participants, who, along with dozens of others, penetrated through the ranks of police officers into the mine and occupied the conveyor belt. ---- The announced action day began in the morning. With a friend, we drank well and prepared a snack - to take enough food and liquids into action, that was the basic lesson from the past Klimakempu. The skeleton of this year's direct action consisted of three "fingers" (if the reader participated in some coordinated direct action, he probably knows what he is talking about - an organized group of activists who together form part of the action and share a consensus on progress, confrontation with the police are willing to go and the like). With a friend, we joined the "purple" finger, who, together with the "golden", decided to enter the Bílina mine and block it for a while.

In the morning, we went into the "purple" part of the reported march and set out on the road from the camp toward the edge of the mine. The atmosphere was great, it was singing and chanting, and it was clear that a large number of people would attend direct events. We were all wearing white overlaps with a red stripe (marking a line for which mining can not continue) and a sprayed Limit logo. When we walked through Louka near Litvínov, we waved the inhabitants who looked curiously at this unusual promenade from the windows - and they waved us in most cases as well. Personally, I did not meet the negative reaction from the locals. Initially, the police presence around the march was not obvious - except for the helicopter crash that monitored us from above, during the first half of the march I did not even record one uniformed cop. Everything has changed with coming to the mine. Prior to (yet still legal and reported) entry into the mining area, Severoceská energetická employee was instructed how to behave on the spot. It was a rather fun scenario because the employee in question had only a loud speaker, and so everyone was "taught" (including foreign participants), we repeated each sentence in a loud voice - first in Czech, then English. It sounded almost like a prayer. "Entry is strictly forbidden in the marked area," a crowd of several crowd called into the sky. Amen, she would like to deliver. After mining the mining oath, we were instructed by a giant loudspeaker, attached to a police car, to the law men. Surprisingly, if we cross the marked area, they will be forced to intervene. Lessons learned and with rich police escort we go on - at the edge of the Bílina mine.

Compared to the previous year, when we basically reached the bottom of the mine, there is one big difference this year. The police are ready. Or at least try to be. The edge of the mine is surrounded by a number of heavy-duty workers and mine workers (who are happy to be able to feel important at the end), in the distance there are policemen on horseback (with whom many of us will get acquainted in the next few minutes).

Adrenaline rises and with a friend we are preparing for an event - it is clear that it will come at any moment. And it is clear that this will be more harsh this year than last year. If we want to succeed, we'll have to get through the deployed cops.

At one point, several dozen people are running ahead of the prepared cops, with a violet flag in the crowd's head. Here it is.

"We're running!" I'm hitting a friend and then it's all alone. The first cop in the cap. I'll get him. Two hard-boys battering batons and trying to push the ongoing activists to the ground. I do not know how, but I avoid the tonfam flying through the air and I get over them. And yet the biggest challenge of this year - cowboys on horseback. In front of me, I see how heavily thrashing the people who are trying to run between them, so I change the tactics, and together with others I decide to run the threshing horses on the big metal pipes, folded on my right side. It turns out to be a good idea, because we escaped not only the cops on horseback, but also the majority of the heavyweight. I will run over the pipes, jump to the ground and run on. The heavy-eyed screaming, "fucking sit on the ground", you're shaking, I think and continue on. (I recommend all players and computer games players to participate in direct events, this is a bit more fun activity, just fun). I open up a bottle of water and try to drink as much as possible and soak my hair as the sun roars and other cops are coming from the right. Oh yeah, it's time to go on, even if I'm on the brink of physical forces (my determination is not missing). And we have the novelty - the quiz on the quads. This is a fact from an action movie. In addition to the running crowd of activists in overblown overalls, bikes jump and their drivers scream at us about "the name of the law." I ignore it. Part of the people can not go any further, so they decide to decompose the big banner Limits, we are the ones that we have with us, at least for a moment they will entertain our "persecutors." I continue on. just funny). I open up a bottle of water and try to drink as much as possible and soak my hair as the sun roars and other cops are coming from the right. Oh yeah, it's time to go on, even if I'm on the brink of physical forces (my determination is not missing). And we have the novelty - the quiz on the quads. This is a fact from an action movie. In addition to the running crowd of activists in overblown overalls, bikes jump and their drivers scream at us about "the name of the law." I ignore it. Part of the people can not go any further, so they decide to decompose the big banner Limits, we are the ones that we have with us, at least for a moment they will entertain our "persecutors." I continue on. just funny). I open up a bottle of water and try to drink as much as possible and soak my hair as the sun roars and other cops are coming from the right. Oh yeah, it's time to go on, even if I'm on the brink of physical forces (my determination is not missing). And we have the novelty - the quiz on the quads. This is a fact from an action movie. In addition to the running crowd of activists in overblown overalls, bikes jump and their drivers scream at us about "the name of the law." I ignore it. Part of the people can not go any further, so they decide to decompose the big banner Limits, we are the ones that we have with us, at least for a moment they will entertain our "persecutors." I continue on. And we have the novelty - the quiz on the quads. This is a fact from an action movie. In addition to the running crowd of activists in overblown overalls, bikes jump and their drivers scream at us about "the name of the law." I ignore it. Part of the people can not go any further, so they decide to decompose the big banner Limits, we are the ones that we have with us, at least for a moment they will entertain our "persecutors." I continue on. And we have the novelty - the quiz on the quads. This is a fact from an action movie. In addition to the running crowd of activists in overblown overalls, bikes jump and their drivers scream at us about "the name of the law." I ignore it. Part of the people can not go any further, so they decide to decompose the big banner Limits, we are the ones that we have with us, at least for a moment they will entertain our "persecutors." I continue on.

With an open flask in my hand, I turn towards the cliff in the mine, where I almost caught the cop by the sleeve. In the case of an evasive maneuver, an open flask falls out of my hand, leaving it behind me. I have two more. I'm sliding down the cliff. The shoes are full of gravel and sand and my lungs are burning, but fortunately, we get to a "level" where there are not yet any cops so we have a moment to relax and fill the fluids. Inside and on myself, I turn a 2 liter bottle of water and find out that I have probably lost a partner in the confusion. "Behind Horse" was still with me, but I can not find it anywhere after slipping down the floor. That's happening, at least it's out of the police station before - I'll see you tonight.

From the "cliff" that comes up behind us, heavy-eyed people are looking at us who can not escape in their cosmonaut suits. We find out how much we are. I count twenty people. In a moment, another group joined us, with a part of the "golden" finger, which, unfortunately, seems to have been stuck in the beginning. In white covers and respiratory masks, I recognize another group of buddies and buddies, they also lose part of the affinity, so I add. We call fast-speed - about fifty us, fission will be here any moment, most of us can no longer, the closest "target" is a metal construction with a conveyor belt. To the next level, most of us will not arrive, so we decide to occupy this object, which is about 50 to 100 meters away from us. In the distance, the police cars shine, we have to hurry. We move toward the metal stairs and go upstairs. Almost at the same time that we "sit down comfortably" at the very top, the cops come to us and fall under the construction. Ten to twenty people decided to run even further, to the next level. We look at them from our stand and congratulate them for success. And then there is only an endless wait. Before the cops are sorted. Before they decide to go up. Before the commander arrives. Before they count us (especially fun). After an hour (It was an hour? I do not know.) The interjected friars decide to act and they are the first miserable person. If he does not want to go, then he first tries to withdraw the metal stairs, then changes tactics and twists his hand behind his back so he has to stand up and want to go alone. The same situation is waiting for me - somewhat grumpy one fizh pulls forward, the other back (these will be probably the legendary shouts and gossip) I will then unintentionally get down the stairs down to where the paperwork begins. Most participants do not want to be legitimized, so the cops take everything three times longer. After properly writing all of the protocols, we each get a tape with a number - it's a bit like a concert. Everything except police officers and members oversees mining sekuritky who secured the activists trying to yell "shut up" and "hands on my shoulders" (cops decided that one of us will do "train"), but no one listens too.

And after another waiting, he will finally load us into borrowed off-road cars. The mood is still great, we're singing, we're talking to the cops and the crap. We know it will be a long day.

Suddenly, suddenly, the surprising action is interrupted by one of the participants - one of the participants gave up on the fugitive - he told the cops that he needed a toilet and took his feet at the appropriate moment at the appropriate moment. There was an absolutely amazing spectacle reminiscent of the old grotesque. The activist in the white overal with an unprecedented speed runs up the hill, behind him in a little impractical police armor runs a lot of raging cops and surprise miners of the mines. The activist runs away, the cops bump over each other and crawl in the dust. The rest of us who like something like "we do not have balls", at least from far away, are athletes from our team. The activist ran to the very edge of the quarry (where, besides the labored workers, unfortunately, a lot of cops were waiting), and decided to change direction. He went back, right down the hill to the center of the quarry. With this fictitious maneuver, he shakes another sneering man of law and securiti,

Activists and activists, laborers, and a lot of securitian workers are catching up on their bellies; it was an amazing spectacle. The overall impression is spoiled by the later finding that the cops, when caught, broke two ribs when they caught it and refused to give him medical help .

After this theater, only classical endless boredom followed. After being taken from the bottom of the photo shoot, then loaded into the bus (tastefully decorated with Ortel stickers and "This country is ours" with a crossed mosque) and a transfer to the police station. Another waiting. The cops do not know what to do with dozens of people who refuse to legitimize, they have their fingers stuck in a second and do not want to testify. Gradually, however, all of us (the threats of 24-hour arrests turned out to be bluffing, as well as the threats to take to identification in Prague - the lesson from this year's Klimakemp is to simply insist on its own and consistently to non-co-operation, the police seem to be clueless) . Outside, we have a great soup and buddies waiting for us.

At this point, I would like to thank everyone without whom Klimakemp would not have gone, but whose work can not be seen in the media. All those who helped in the kitchen provided legal assistance, drivers and drivers who took us back to the camp.

This year's Klimakemp was at least once as big as last year. Let us hope that next year we will be one more. Ecological direct action has potential in our territories and provides scope for a wider anti-authoritarian movement. Many people have been involved in civil disobedience for the first time on Klimakemp and have been given the opportunity to try out politics in a "different way". Many people have come into contact with the police for the first time in this year's direct action and have a direct way of making decisions. The fossil fuel movement, which is gradually growing around Klimakemp, can also influence other struggles for a fairer world over time. For anarchists, it is also an opportunity to move from theorizing to deeds. The limits are we are the promising organization and the next Klimakemp great opportunity. Therefore, in conclusion, I encourage all readers to support either Limit Activityfinancially or personally involved .

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