Then Kill Caeser

“It’s a corrupting thought, you know, she said when the laughter faded, the idea that they deserve the worst of what they do. It’s so easy to become everything we hate. Their phallocracy toppled by our machismo.”
Bill Ayers in Fugitive Days

Well it’s “7/7” today, and working in central London I’ve seen the police on foot and I’ve seen the police on horseback and there’s been a helicopter in the air circling threateningly – It didn’t make me feel safe. Not that I was scared of terrorists, its guys with guns in uniforms that scare me.

Anyway, here’s an extract, pretty much straight, from yesterday’s diary entry written out of a whole other chain of thought and following on from recent Rubedo meditations:

“Bought three new books yesterday – The Game of War, a bio of Guy Debord, Risen – an occult novel by Peter Whitehead the 60s film-maker and Fugitive Days by Bill Ayers – the memoir of a guy who was in the Weather Underground, the US terrorist (?) group – I guess they were terrorists… Political violence is interesting, elusive – not violence – direct action? Very direct action? At what point does one take up arms against an oppressor? How pacifist are you? To the point of your own death? Go ahead and kill me I will not fight you? Kill my friends and family I will not fight you? Kill the planet and cause megadeath I will not fight you? This is all more complicated than “just wars” and acceptable forms of defence. But once you take up the sword – where does it end? Every moral conscience must be tuned to what is “right” - impossible.

Blowing up dams, tearing down adverts, breaking into arms factories and smashing up the machines, ceramic nails in trees, blowing up banks…

I don’t like the whiff of machismo inherent in these kinds of revolutionary action – but I do stare at my own passivity and wonder if the peaceful path leads anywhere at all. Looking back from the otherside of WW2 – almost any “terror” action against Hitler, the Nazis, fascists in the 1930s seems right and just – nobody would demonise the “terrorist” who threatened Hitler’s Germany. So after which rubicon will we look back see any actions made to halt the destruction of biodiversity, corruption of the biosphere, pollution of the atmosphere as holy justifiable acts – up to, and including, the assassination of the President of the United States?

As I write this I feel like its one of those diaries that security services produce to demonstrate the state of mind and evil intent of the defendant. The kind of police state nonsense that implies guilt through the publication of a select bibliography of your bookshelf. If I want to read and possess the Koran, Mein Kampf, Ted Kaczynski,Valerie Solanas, Trotsky, Ayn Rand, Collected Speeches of Usama bin Laden, Ho Chi Minh, Qaddafi, whoever – then I will – fuck you and don’t make out I’ve got an evil mind ‘cause I read evil books and… Not that I’m in this position of course, but whenever I read about the police arresting someone and somehow, “somebody” leaks to the tabloids the arrested person’s select reading list as part of an exercise in swinging public consciousness into a mode of pointy finger, knowledge of guilt a priori of the facts – then I worry about these things.

It’s too easy to overlook or forget situations like the police raid on Genesis P Orridge and not consider it important because Gen is weird, some gooky transvestite into piercings and weird shit I don’t want to know about etc. Hell, I don’t like a lot of what Gen does – but so fucking what? That’s up to him, and say what you like, he is not another unit of Western slave mind – weirdness is not guilt.

Every day the apparatus for the construction of a police state seems to silently be increasing its presence. The general hope is that British fair play and common sense will restrain it. Let’s hope so.”

I wrote this, thought about putting it up here, and then thought – could this get me into trouble? I have never thought that before in my life and it is pretty fucking scary that I should think it now.