The statement below, about the occupation & subsequent police eviction of an abandoned building claimed by the University of Berkeley, was originally published to the hindshouseforever Instagram page in May of 2024. (Part 1, a different statement about the same building occupation, may be viewed here.)
Red text in the original has been reproduced as bold text here. Hyperlinks have been added to contextualize some references.
Those who bow to and seek power do not set the parameters for our liberation. We do.
We're not all students or sit perfectly in that category. That is not a binding unifier nor should it be. If two things connect the leaderless ones responding to calls for escalation, since day fucking one, it's a deep love for Palestine and the Resistance. The second is a prompt rejection of the co-opted tactics of the state-infiltrated nonprofit organizations, neoliberal rotted encampment policing organizers, and dreaming beyond what inherently counter-insurgent people (you fucking poseur communists and anarchists, too) tell you is possible.
Hind's house was defended with merciless conviction on all fronts. From the inside, they cracked fascist helmets with crowbars. More than bonks here, baby. Fueled by pure hatred towards the callous occupation forces on Ohlone land. For Palestine and for Banko Brown! For survivors everywhere! No cop is safe. We know where y'all live and we know where you frequent. We know where you're imported from and we hate you to pieces.
There were only a few behind this offering, but everywhere, spirits follow, aid, attest.
Berkeley, the neoliberal stronghold, the bloody Zionshit suburb, cream of amerikkka's crop. YOUR PERIMETERS WERE THWARTED. They called in 20 different counties' sad cop forces to ambush Hind's House. From the outside, they were met with ferocious rage and broken barricades. The people laid waste to the streets. From the inside, they were met with divine strike after strike. People's Park was broken into once again. These monsters are not so impenetrable. Your oligarch sons and daughters of the confederacy are not safe. Most of all, your myopia of permanence was met with the ancient rage of many, see, your downfall is imminent.
To the simplest degree, we can all encapsulate the events of the current universal moment we are in as a confrontation against empire. You cannot claim to understand this confrontation, power, or liberation while not taking into account the simple fact that, WE ARE AT WAR. There are NO niceties, concessions, or negotiations to be had. This colony, its laws, its agents maintain our subjugation. Our offerings should always be in opposition to this imposed reality. Anything beneath that is tainted, untrue, disrespectful to those fighting for their life.
ESCALATE. CRUMBLE THE ELITES ILLUSIONS OF SAFETY. BREACH ALL STRUCTURES OF COLONIAL ORDER. TAKE BACK ALL EMPTY BUILDINGS, LOTS, SPACES AND BREATHE LIFE INTO THEM. BREATHE UNCOMPROMISING OPPOSITION TO THE MASS DEATH BEFORE US.
We chose Anna Head as a location to liberate for the people, in the spirit of Palestinian resistance. It has so many rooms, each one for a martyr, we hoped. "We have to make this a home, a home for those who had theirs stolen. This is theirs, and ours. We all live here now" testimony from a dream.
A humble offering compared to our barefoot heroes with homemade rockets. Sunlight bathed the space after each crowbar lurch. Sacred smoke wafted through each dark hall. An altar offering for little Hind and all of the martyrs. For all of our cousins.
Outside the voices of strong, righteous throats pierced the bubble of complacency, of peace, creating a ring of safety for comrades inside, "Al Qassam you make us proud! Kill another soldier now!"
This softness requires a piercing blade. To protect this softness, we will always sharpen the blade and strike without falter. Let all our strikes be most precise.
We opened this portal right beside the militarized, welded shut, shipping container border around People's Park. We only hoped rebellion would spread and bubble into its perimeter. And it did for an eternal moment. Anything can happen. Every moment of rebellion is timeless, eternal.
We need you all to know, they struck so quick and heavy, because in a half hour, the zone was about to blossom a hundred fold. In a short span of hours everything had come together. In a short span of minutes the spell was broken. More time gave us more hearts and minds to co-create the autonomous zone, they couldn't afford that. THEY AIN'T READY FOR THAT!
We broke into and occupied this building as an invitation to diversify tactics. As a contribution to the escalatory nature necessary to truly confront power structures. We're sick of you power-tripping fucks, Palestinian normalizers, non-profit collaborators.
Your identity politics comes to die here, we are melanated too. Occupying a building is a tactic rooted in displaced communities. We adopted this tactic as houseless, dispossessed people, as people committed to the dignity and respect of houseless, dispossessed people everywhere. People's Park, UC Berkeley, Berkeley, and the entire Bay Area is Ohlone Land. And it will Always Be. In recognition of this, private, abandoned property was set free, may this tactic blossom as empty buildings surround us all. Holding down a space and creating grounds for autonomy to flourish bypasses this mirage of a nonviolent relationship to power. Starvation is violent. Landlords burning down homes is violent. Homelessness on stolen land is violent. Some remain steadfast in opposition to power. Always careful and intentional not to replicate it. Yet, some protect it! See themselves in it! Which one are you?
Barricades and tents immediately began to flourish with no planning. Autonomous nourishment, medicine, defense, and care networks sprung. Untraceable, this knowledge is within us, it is inherent. Another opportunity to practice the world we desire. Self-sufficient, non-hierarchial, anti-oppressive, empowering. Exactly what they don't want. This kind of resistance is hard to infiltrate.
Now, who peddles to the oppressors? SNUFFS THE FLAMES OF REVOLUTION? What depraved behavior invokes counterinsurgency into our opportunities for resistance?
You stupid fucking class-privileged civilian cops. You spineless peace police who need to get your ass supremely beat. You self-imposed managers of resistance culture, Black and brown ones too, we DON'T CLAIM Y'ALL. You fearmonger and stifle the autonomy of youth and community members displaced by your very privilege. You groom critical mass into nonviolence, disarmament, and stagnation. Servitude. Helplessness. Y'all do the fascists work for them. You will be treated as such. A direct threat.
Palestinian family homes are still being reduced to rubble by white supremacist devils, with bare hands relatives seep through the destruction to find a breath of life, a long time friend, a baby.
WHAT DO YOU DO WITH YOUR BARE HANDS?
WHAT DO YOU DO WITH YOUR BARE HANDS THAT OFFERS ANY SOLACE TO THE CATASTROPHE?