I’m afraid of the people who for seven years pretended
not to get
a kick
out of it and one fine morning – in the middle of July – they went out to the squares with flags shouting
“Give the junta to the people”.

Manolis Anagnostakis “I am afraid”

48 years after the uprising of the Polytechnic in 1973, the young men and women of the Greek territory have every reason to want to tear down the social, moral, spiritual, economic and political rot that the country exudes today. Of course, the conditions are different, one would say, and he will be right. After 1974, there is a shiny veil of bourgeois democracy, there is the Constitution and the laws, there are guaranteed human rights, there is freedom of speech, there is (on paper) the independence of the judiciary and the political staff that forms the government, comes to power with the votes of the people and not with the tanks.

In other words, have we permanently avoided the danger of totalitarianism or some modern form of dictatorship? Of course not. For a decade now, the government has been addicted to presidential decrees, traffic bans, all kinds of idioms and comedic sms to get out of the house. “Independent” justice bites exclusively the poor and the barefoot. Neutrality and apolitics have become fashionable while the country is declining and sees its children going abroad every day. Greece loses its youth every day, is impoverished and impoverished. What is her future? What forces it to produce blind financial surpluses by 2060. At the same time, the Greek government is constantly recruiting cops and upgrading the police fleet, fully controlling the media,

Every day like this, the mind travels mentally to those who faced their fear and consciously chose to resist. To those who made the first squats, to those who did not redeem a single gram of their revolutionary action, to those who fought the monster and defeated it, to those who never stopped fighting for a better tomorrow. To those who did real justice to the junta torturers. The mind also goes to those who fell dead that November of 1973. Those whom the unsuspecting junta sniper wants to exterminate, as if it matters whether the dead from the police bullets and the sniper snipers of the junta are inside the Polytechnic building or if it is at the intersection of Patision with Stournari.

We remember Spyros Kontomaris and 17-year-old Diomidis Komninos who ate bullets in the heart from the guard of the Ministry of Public Order. We remember Socrates Michael and the 22-year-old Norwegian student Toril Margrethe Engeland who ate bullets from the junta cops and was transported dead to the First Aid Station on September 3rd. We remember 26-year-old Vassilis Famellos who was shot in the head and 22-year-old George Samouris who fell from the police fire. We remember the 35-year-old builder Dimitris Kyriakopoulos who ate tear gas and wood to death and Spyros Marinos.

We remember Nikos Markoulis, Vasiliki Bekiaris, George Geritsidis, Dimitris Papaioannou, Alexandros Spartidis and Markos Karamanis. We remember 27-year-old Giannis Chalkidis from Ampelokipi (Eptalofo) in Thessaloniki , the first dead of the anti-dictatorship struggle. Giannis Chalkidis on 5/9/1967 was shot by the security guard Antonis Lepeniotis and left his last breath on a sidewalk on Konstantinoupoleos Street.

We do not remember the opportunists who built careers, the armies of opportunists who found an opportunity to be proud of something in their lives, those who for 7 years “read”, “worked” and pretended that they did not tolerate torture and persecution. We do not remember a lukewarm, colorless and harmless memorial that has been completely assimilated by them from above and they place it as they wish. We do not remember the parties because when the uprising took place in 1973 all the parties were against it. We remember that man’s struggle against power is the struggle of memory against oblivion.


Source: Awsm.nz