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Posts tagged assault

Folk Singer attacked in Greece


When Greece erupted into riots after the shooting of a 15 year old by a Athenian cop, I was amazed at the nonchalance quite a few self-labelled ‘Libertarians’ took to the events.  Amazingly, some ‘Libertarians’ argued that the 15 year old brought the shooting on himself and claimed the riots were entirely unjustified.  There was something insulting about the tone of such people.  Apparently, it was propaganda to correct statements made by the Greek Government and Mainstream Media that slandered the victim by claiming that he (and thirty others wearing hoods and armed with molotov cocktails) attacked the cop first, despite the eye witness accounts and video footage that showed no violent crowd.  It was more or less asserted that ‘the Greeks reacted unreasonably‘ to an incident that the ‘kid brought upon himself’.

That being said, much time has passed since then.  Lest people forget, what I want post here was an article picked up by LibCom.org and reported in the Athenian Indymedia about an attack on a young Greek Folk singer.  I want to repost this story because it illustrates, perfectly, what the Greek Anarchists and others who took part in the unrest are tasked with opposing and how ill-informed (to put it politely) those critics were.

Athens Indymedia:

Greek neonazi fascists para-state thugs used extreme sexist violence against a defenceless young lady in Athens, spraying her face for refusing to read their flyers, while the nearby police car did not intervene. The woman is still in hospital.

At 1 Octover 2009 in Greece, midday, about 30 neonazi thugs, members of the Chrysi Avgi para-state fascist organisation, gathered around the Katechaki Metro station in Athens to distribute their propaganda and put up hate-speech banners, all handling Greek flags.

A young lady, singer and artist Sofia Papazoglou, happened to be at that Metro station and the fascists forced her to get one of their flyers, which after she recognised as racist she threw it away in a trash bin a few metres away from them, without provoking them. Immediately, however, 10 (ten) para-state neonazi sexist thugs attacked the defenceless woman using extreme violence and spraying her face, in front of Metro employees.

The nearby police car did not intervene at all, allowing the neonazis to finish their sexist attack against an innocent artist. The defenceless young woman was taken to a hospital after Metro employees called an ambulance, and she is still being taken care of there. Her vision is still not completely resumed.

The ANTARSYA and EEK(Trotskyists) political parties immediately published communiques in support of the victim of this sexist attack by para-state fascists.

LibCom.org:

Sofia Papazoglou, folk singer

Sofia Papazoglou, a popular folk singer was attacked by members of the Golden Dawn neo-nazi party in Athens after throwing election leaflets handed to her in the garbage. The singer remains hospitalised with serious burns from use of unidentified acid spray and with impaired vision.

Sofia Papazoglou, a popular folk singer of the “entehno” genre known for her progressive politics was attacked on Thursday 1st of October outside the metro station of Katehaki, in Athens, by ten members of the neo-nazi party Golden Dawn when she threw election leaflets handed to her by the thugs in the garbage. The Golden Dawn was created in the 1980s by the convicted neo-nazi bomber Mihaloliakos at the orders of the imprisoned head of the military junta of 1967-1974 Colonel Georgios Papadopoulos. Since, the Golden Dawn has been waging a campaign of terror against the left wing and anarchists as well as immigrants, people of color and jews. Nevertheless, as it comes under the explicit protection of EYP, the greek secret services (the daily eleftherotypia has published a pay-sheet of Mihaloliakos by EYP), the neo-nazi group has never been persecuted and is allowed to participate in national elections. As a clear indication of the above patron-client relation with the secret services, the election campaign booth of the neo-nazis was placed this year directly under the headquarters of the EYP, in Katehaki avenue, a few meters away from the main riot police camp of the greek capital. When Ms Papazoglou threw the racist leaflets in the bin, ten thugs attacked her with a still unidentified acid spray in the eyes and then proceeded to beat her up savagely. The police did not intervene and the folk singer was taken to hospital after the intervention of metro workers. Half an hour later the neo-nazis were dispersed by anarchist who arrived at the spot upon hearing the news of the new vicious attack.

Ms Papazoglou remains in hospital with impaired vision and serious burns and bruises on her body. The Golden Dawn denies involvement in the incident, decrying it as “rumors spread by dirty jews and freemasons” and “protectors of ecologists and greens”…


Molly’sBlog 2009-07-19 21:23:00


CANADIAN POLITICS-TORONTO:
DON'T LET TORONTO CITY MANAGEMENT GET AWAY WITH IT:
Molly has posted before about the subject of how city managers, on duty during the Toronto civic workers strike, beat homeless man Brian DuBourdieu when he attempted to access a shelter in Toronto. Here from the Ontario Coalition Against Poverty (OCAP) is what they intend to do tomorrow, July 20. If you live in the Toronto area try and show up to lend support.
CPCPCPCPCPCPCP
Monday: Come Speak Out Against The Seaton House Beating‏:
Seaton House refused to release Brian DuBourdieu's incident report.
We are giving Seaton House July 20th to produce it.
Join us:
11am
Monday, July 20th
Seaton House
339 George Street(east of Jarvis Street, south of Gerrard Street)
We will go back to Seaton House on the 20th and demand Brian get his incident report. We will continue to demand that charges be laid against the managers that assaulted Brian, that his missing property be returned and that an apology and restitution are given.

About 50 people, including Seaton House residents, CUPE picketers and supporters gathered to condemn city management who attacked Brian DuBourdieu. Towards the end of the press conference, Brian and OCAP member Gaetan Heroux went into Seaton House to get his incident report, a form that he has a right to have for a number of reasons, including to appeal his bar from the shelter.

City management, who are staffing the shelter because of the CUPE strike, refused to give Brian the report. They told him to file a freedom of information request(holy sweet Jesus, Freedom of Information requests are the privilege in our society of those who have both thousands of dollars to spend in legal fees and the patience to wait two years for whatever may come. this sort of thing is actually rarely used by news reporters, with all their backing, let alone homeless people and their cash strapped supporters. It looks good on paper but the reality of such laws is very far from the high sounding rhetoric of the law-Molly ) something the city doesn't even have to reply to for six weeks. The refusal of an incident report was unheard of by the people attending the press conference, including social services workers with years of experience with the shelter system.

Brian asked for something to eat and was told all that they had was a peanut butter sandwich (to which Brian has a serious allergy). The city manager then threw the sandwich at Brian. Upset, Brian threw the sandwich back and kicked a door (causing no damage). Five city managers then tackled him to the ground and three of them held him down while the other two kicked his legs repeatedly.

Two weeks after the beating, Brian's doctors could not tell him if he needs surgery because his leg is still too swollen to properly assess it.
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Molly Note:
It sounds to me like Toronto city management are taking out their frustrations about actually having to work for a living on whomever comes into their sights. To say the least if city cops had done this there would have been a police inquiry under this or that piece of legislation. I guess that the managers who had been assigned the graveyard shift at the shelter that night thought that they could punch and kick their way through it without calling the cops. Well yeah...they could because they outnumbered the victim. The result, however, is such that there may have been serious injuries from their actions. Too bad the cops weren't called (or maybe the omission was deliberate) because the first question that shows up in the local papers about almost any assault is "whether alcohol was involved". One wonders. one wonders. One wonders. What exactly happens on the boneyard shift when it is manned by those who are unfamiliar with actually working.

Molly’sBlog 2009-07-09 04:17:00


CANADIAN POLITICS:
CITY MANAGERS BEAT HOMELESS MAN IN TORONTO:
It seems that the managers in the city of Toronto are getting right mean these days. Tomorrow, as the following press release says, the Ontario Coalition Against Poverty (OCAP) will be holding a press conference about the recent beating of a homeless man in that city by managerial personnel staffing one of the 'shelters' down there. As the garbage piles up because of the civic workers' strike the boy scout thrill of actually having to work for a living wears a little thing after a few days. I'm sure the managers will be happy to get back to the hour long coffee breaks and the 2 1/2 hour long lunch. It seems that the jolly crew below were on the bottom of the ass kissing pyramid. Work for a change ? Yeah,as long as it doesn't last too long. But the boneyard shift ? This gets bad. Finally, they drew the flophouse (excuse me, am I supposed to say "shelter" in our politically correct society ?) detail. Considering that the city of Toronto is hiring outside contractors to deal with the vermin at the temporary dumps, this particular flophouse watch is probably the worst piece of bad luck a manager could pull. Or maybe not. What about sewers in TO ? Is that being contracted out as well ?
Who knows. One thing is for sure; the boys in the suits are getting right snake mean. One can only imagine what they'd do to their workers if they could get away with it. In any case, here's the story...
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Press Conference Thursday: City Management Assaults Homeless Man At Seaton House Shelter:‏
City management assaults homeless man at Seaton House shelter: Man severely beaten and dumped on sidewalk over dispute about a sandwich.
Press Conference
Date: Thursday, July 9
Time: 11:00 am
Location: Seaton House, 339 George Street(east of Jarvis Street, south of Gerrard Street)
Everyone is welcome. Please come out and support OCAP and condemn the assault of homeless man by City management at Seaton House.
Man severely beaten and dumped on sidewalk over dispute about a sandwich.
On June 24TH, 2009, Brian DuBourdieu went to The Seaton House men's shelter in downtown Toronto, to get something to eat and a night's sleep. Instead, he ended up spending the night in the emergency room of St.Mike's hospital.
The assault took place after Mr. DuBourdieu asked for something to eat from the city management who are staffing the shelter during the current strike. Despite his serious allergy to peanut butter, he was told by the managers that was all there was to eat, after which a sandwich was thrown at him. Upset and angry, Mr. DuBourdieu threw the sandwich back at the manager, kicked a steel door (causing no damage), turned and walked away.
“That is when the five city managers that were working, jumped me from behind, tackled me to the ground and three of them held me down while the other two kicked me repeatedly,” said DuBourdieu. The managers then picked Mr. DuBourdieu up. “They carried me down three flights of stairs and outside to the sidewalk where they dropped me on the ground and left me there”, says Mr. DuBourdieu. He was assisted to the hospital by a friend,where he was treated for his injuries, including torn cartilage and ligaments in his knee. There is a strong likelihood he will need surgery to repair the damage to his leg caused by the repeated kicks.
“The shelter system has been in crisis for a long time and sending in untrained managers to work in shelters does not help matters. Shelters are overcrowded, have insufficient food and are infested with mice and bedbugs” says Gaetan Heroux from the Ontario Coalition Against Poverty.
"The shelter system desperately needs more funding and more beds, especially now when we expect an increase in homelessness.” “We call on the City of Toronto to apologize to Mr. DuBourdieu, return his missing property, make restitution towards him, lift the ban against him at Seaton House, and ensure that nothing like this ever happens again. We also demand that the police lay charges against the managers involved in the assault", said Heroux.
Press Conference Speakers:
Brian DuBourdieu
Gaetan Heroux, OCAP
Mike Leitold, Lawyer
For more information call OCAP - 416-925-6939
Visit ocap.ca to read our statement of support of CUPE
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Ontario Coalition Against Poverty
10 Britain St.
Toronto, ON M5A 1R6
416-925-6939
ocap@tao.ca
www.ocap.ca
**

“Only guilty people say they do not consent”

An anarchist friend who prefers to be anonymous with respect to this story called me last night, but I couldn’t answer the phone. I sent him an SMS back asking what was up, and he gave a very short reply. I tried calling him back, but his phone was dying.

He’s on something of a wanderjahr through Greater Cascadia, northern Aztlan and nearby regions, hitchhiking and walking. Tonight I asked him, again through SMS, was had happened. Here is his story, with minimal editing, straight off my phone:

2009.05.11 03:02 Didn’t know you had texting. Just realized cops had my ID.
2009.05.11 06:16 Basically: illegally searched and ID stolen. And cuffed and nearly tazed.
2009.05.11 06:17 Battery low
2009.05.11 06:19 Almost tazed…
2009.05.11 06:20 Battery is too low for me to talk…tomorrow maybe
2009.05.11 23:23 Yeah. I’m in Dallas now bumming around for several hours until a friend can pick me up after watching the Mavs. Trying to make my way to where JFK was shot. Cops deny having my ID, as usual.
2009.05.11 23:27 I got dropped off on interstate. I can’t be there. I was tired and it was hot so I took a nap about 20 feet from road. Some people reported me thinking I was dead. Rapides Parish deputy J. Little (dispatch 124) asked for my ID. I gave it thinking they’d check for warrants and get me off interstate like usual. Meanwhile, sheriff K. Hall drove up and asked to search me. I unemotionally said that I do not consent to be searched.
2009.05.11 23:30 He said he didn’t need my consent, but I repeated myself in a flat voice. I didn’t touch either officer as they put their hands down my pocket. I asked what their cause was and they would say they either didn’t need it or would find it afterward. They tried to remove my backpack but I didn’t adjust my arms to let them. They said I was being too aggressive and pulled it off me forcefully.
2009.05.11 23:32 I continued to state that I did not consent or asked what their cause was in an unemotional voice (which was not easy by this point). The sheriff pulled a taser on me as he simultaneously insisted *I* was being aggressive. He put it directly on my heart, then shoved me to the hood where he put it to my head and then to my back.
2009.05.11 23:35 Eventually he cuffed me and still wouldn’t answer my questions about cause. Told me to sit on hood and got pissed when I did and told me to sit on ground with legs crossed. Searched my bag some. Put me in back of car as detainment. Kept searching. Found nothing which was ironic because earlier they said only guilty people say they do not consent. Also mentioned that they were good people and could do what they want. Released me and shoved both my pocket’s contents into one pocket with the wallet on top.
2009.05.11 23:38 Later that day, I realized my passport/ID wasn’t in my pocket. It couldn’t have fallen out since wallet was on top and would have fallen out first. They asked me to search my bag even though they said they put it in my pocket, wasting my time. It wasn’t in my backpack. So now I’m IDless and fucked for future cop encounters. A former cop friend said they probably tossed it to avoid paperwork.

They were good people and could do what they want.

I’m sure the foot soldiers of the Khmer Rouge thought the same thing.

And people ask me why I left America… Ha!

 
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Because it’s mine

She throws off my attempt at a warm embrace, gets up from the bed and goes into my kitchen, where — for perhaps the fifth or sixth time this weekend — she retrieves the sharpest knife.

I’ve seen this before, once, a long time ago. I know that it’s one part plea for attention, one part cry for help, one part attempting to manipulate me, and still one more part the expression of a real desire to die.

Naked, she pulls the knife from the drawer once again. This time, unlike before, she’s closing the drawer, and as she was walking from the bed to the kitchen I could hear her saying, “Mike will survive; Mike will be all right.”

So this go around it’s time to leave the bed. I start getting up and call her name, but she doesn’t respond, closing the drawer. I approach her swiftly, from behind, infer from her posture which hand holds the knife. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and seize the hand with the knife, a bit too slowly, as she brings the other hand up to clasp the blade before I can catch her wrist and hold it.

Now I’m in a rather odd spot. There’s someone suicidal in my kitchen. Not only would I prefer she live, not only do I believe in her and care for her, but I’d also not like to face the calling of the authorities to remove my dead friend’s body. I’d not like to face cleaning up liters of blood. I would not like to see her die. I would not like her to die.

At the same time… what am I doing? She’s a couple inches shorter than me, not an athlete but not out of shape. I probably have more physical strength than she does, but it would take only an instant’s slip, a brief failure of attention or a poor judgment of her intent or capability for this momentary standoff to escalate into something more — a seriously cut hand for her, a high-pressure test of my rusty Boy Scouts of America and American Red Cross first aid knowledge, a massive injury to myself or her, a successful suicide… even my own death at her hand.

She has few choices, and it seems I have fewer. She could surrender, release her grip. But my repeated pleas for her to let go of the knife are met with refusal. She could struggle and try to wrest control from me, but she doesn’t. Perhaps she doesn’t really want to die or cause injury to anyone, perhaps she thinks she can’t win such a contest. She could try to cut herself, as she is already clutching the bare blade of the knife in her left hand, and able to apply force along several different vectors to the goal of self-injury here if she decides to. But she doesn’t do that, either.

Minutes pass. Repeated requests to release the knife, delivered by me in tones ranging from pleading to command to beseechment to threat. Finally, her blank resistance melts a bit, and she asks me, “why?”

“Because it’s mine,” is the only thing I can think of to say.

“No it isn’t,” she retorts, turning her body such that I’m now between her and the counter with the drawer where she got the knife. I follow as gracefully as I can, maintaining my grip on her hand and her wrist as she maintains her grips on the knife’s handle and blade.

“Yes, it is. It’s my knife, and I don’t authorize this,” I tell her.

Now she is pressing backwards into me, her legs bending slightly. I struggle a bit to maintain my balance against the sudden shift and to keep my hold steady. She’s not fighting, though, she’s falling, down to the floor in a sitting position. Her hold on the knife relaxes, she drops her left hand off the blade, and I take it from her.

I gather up the other stabby and pointy things, wrap them all in a towel and stash them in the best place I can think of as she sits naked on the kitchen floor, head in hands, silent. After two hours of intermittent vomiting — and a substantial getting-my-shit-back-together period for me — she sleeps, now, more or less peacefully.

I don’t know if I’ll ever sleep again.

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