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Title: They Murdered an Anarchist Author: Norman Nawrocki Date: 21 July 2001 Language: en Topics: Italy, repression, Zabalaza Source: Retrieved on 6th August 2021 from https://zabalaza.net/2002/03/02/zabalaza-2-march-2002/ Notes: Published in Zabalaza #2.
He lay on his back in the street, eyes closed, arms at his side, legs
akimbo, blue jeans but shirtless. He looked almost peaceful, except for
the massive pool of blood that trickled out of two bullet holes to his
head.
This young anarchist, Carlo Giuliani, 23 years old, would never again
protest, dance, sing, attend meetings, or embrace friends, brush his
teeth, or cook breakfast or love another anymore, murdered in cold blood
by police on a sunny afternoon in Genoa, Italy.
Moments later, Carlo encircled the globe, entering homes thousands of
kilometres away via the Internet, photographed from a dozen different
angles, once passionate, alive and angry, seconds later, silenced and
still felled by two gun shots then run over by a police jeep escaping
the murder scene.
Millions of us never knew you, Carlo, anarchist brother, but now your
name is stenciled on the tongues of the speechless, your lifeless body
now fixed in the minds of the incredulous, immortalized on the front
page of newspapers, you, alone, within a circle of dozens of
blue-helmeted, riot cops, staring vacantly, and puzzled over your
corpse.
Carlo, you died like a butchered dog in the street, so that a gang of
wealthy, powerful criminals could shake hands, smile, slap each othersâ
backs and drink fine Italian wine safely, knowing they had a 20,000
strong body guard, prepared to tear gas, beat and even murder protesters
like you, like us, to allow them to conduct their sordid business
uninterrupted. We know they are not troubled by the death of one
anarchist, or a handful of anarchists, They oversee the daily violence
of the State, of Capitalism obliterating whole families, communities,
towns, regions, tribes, the needless, preventable deaths of millions
world-wide.
One less âtroublemakerâ wonât stop them.
But Carlo you tried and they made you pay with your life.
Your blood Carlo, was hosed away into sewers where it mingled with the
blood of the homeless, with the blood of those forced to beg & starve
everyday, with the blood of broken boned, poisoned, beaten workers, men,
women & children with the blood of others who died at the hands of
police, soldiers and hired assassins, your blood infused them all with a
fierce rage; the rage of the forgotten, the voiceless, the expendable
victims of a money-crazed world gone mad and this blood red rage, rose
from the sewers, and poured out of the mouths of screeching rats and
spilled into the streets of Genoa, into palaces, boardrooms, reception
halls, limousines and stained them all red, a carpet of blood, it
overflowed into rivers & oceans, touched continents far away and crept
onto beaches at night, staining them red, it oozed its way onto signed
agreements, memos and documents that seal our fate, but which we never
see & stained them red, too.
To remind everyone of the rage of those like Carlo, who die so others
can profit, to remind them that this blood red rage has just begun.
Carlo Giuliani was killed in Genoa on the 20^(th) of July 2001, by the
armed guards of capitalism for daring to protest the summit of the G8.
He will be remembered!