A short piece on the reporting of It's Going Down.
A short piece on the reporting of It's Going Down.
On Sunday 26th February, in the small town of Dureno in the Sucumbios region of Ecuador, two armed men wearing hoods approached the A’Cofan Indigenous community leader Eduardo Mendúa and shot him twelve times, killing him and his brother Gino Mendúa.
It’s so easy to fail to act, or to laugh along with sexist jokes, for fear of being thought of as too angry or overly serious, but when placed in this context, failing to call out casual sexism where you encounter it can help to create a progressively more dangerous climate of bullying and abuse.
All the people who have made me afraid have been cisgender men. Trans women are not, and never have been, a threat to me.
Today I am ready to die to make the world understand what 41 bis really is. 750 people suffer it without protest, continuously vilified by the mass media. Now it is my turn.
The unspeakable tragedy of the train collision in Tempe unfortunately reminds us, in the worst possible way, of how the state and capital perceive human life: as a means of making profit - AND ONLY AS THAT.
Manifesto of Basic Demands by Independent Trade and Civil Organizations of Iran
We achieved exactly what we set out to do, in terms of keeping the fash away from the potentially vulnerable front of the hotel, and demonstrated clear solidarity with the refugees inside.
We need to persevere on the side of ordinary people who are resisting the Z-fascist occupiers in Ukraine. At the same time, it is also necessary to stand up to Putin's fifth column and to refuse all kinds of sympathy for aggression, totalitarianism and genocide.
The state, many times, tried to control the situation by reforms through election of its moderate elements and by using general amnesty for activists who have been arrested in the protests but the movement, which seemed to be done, has resurfaced even stronger than the previous one.
The technocrats of the start-up nation, worshippers of the globalised and competitive market, endowed with the empathy of a concrete block, promise us an economic slaughterhouse.
The fascists did not expect us there. With numbers in the low dozens, we confronted them as soon as they arrived, spilling out into the road. The British Blackshirts did not last long in direct contact and were promptly sent off in the ensuing scuffle.