anarchism
Reappropriate the Imagination!
By Cindy Milstein
(Note: This essay originally appeared in Realizing the Impossible: Art against Authority, edited by Josh MacPhee and Erik Reuland (AK Press, 2007). I’ve been meaning to republish it for months now, but finally found the perfect excuse: the “City from Below” conference in Baltimore (http://illvox.org/2008/11/30/the-city-from-below-a-call-for-participation/). One of the “City from Below” organizers is CampBaltimore, which was used as a promising example in this essay, and this new project underscores the interplay between “reappropriating the imagination” and potentially reappropriating the material world of our lives and communities. So in hopes of encouraging creative thinking that’s also, in turn, a creative praxis of social transformation, now seems like a good time to circulate this piece and point people toward the “City from Below” call for participation--against the backdrop of a world that’s more than ever in need of repossessing from below.)
Hope from People

An open letter to those seeking to build a world from below, in which many worlds are possible
Ojore Lutalo Benefit-- What to Do in Case of Fire
philly abcf/jericho movement presents:
What to do in Case of Fire
What happens when a group of anarcho-punks reunite after a bomb they planted 15 years prior detonates?
A Film Screening to support the release of New Afrikan Political Prisoner Ojore N. Lutalo
Friday November 21st
A Space 4722 Baltimore 19143
Doors open @ 7:30 Film Starts @ 8pm
Free—donations for Ojore appreciated!
FREE POLITICAL PRISONERS! FREE POPCORN!
Ground Noise and Static
In November, one or the other of the corporate candidates will win, and then, as always, it will be what the people do, not the politicians, that counts. A video report on the protests that occurred in connection with the Democrat and Republican National Conventions, Ground Noise & Static is a manifesto. We went to Denver and St. Paul to take the pulse of the movement.
When Repression Rains, It Pours
by Elliott
Something has lit a fire in my gut lately, and it’s not the tangy gazpacho chilling in my fridge. It’s not the body bags piling up in Iraq, or the precipitous decline of our planet’s wild systems, or any of the other train wrecks concocted by elites in the Global North. For the last three weeks, I’ve been spitting barbs because so many people I know have been getting targeted, terrorized and thrown in jail by the police.










