Alex Hundert, Leah Henderson, and Erik Lankin
All three of these individuals are being targeted for being public advocates of anarchist principles and ideas; for their roles as long-time community organizers who work alongside Indigenous land defenders, migrant justice advocates, anti-poverty activists; and for their public activism against the G20's austerity agenda, police states, and racist colonial practices.
Come show your support at the Ontario Superior Court at 361 University Avenue.
Date: Thursday August 19, 10am
Location: 361 University Ave at Armoury Street (South of Dundas West, St Patrick Station)
For more information, please contact david.sone@gmail.com or hwalia8@gmail.com
For ongoing G20 defence and fundraising visit: http://g20.torontomobilize.org/
Your support is also needed for hundreds of defendants appearing in court
on August 23rd: http://g20.torontomobilize.org/node/456
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نیاز به کمک مالی برای برای حمایت از همه افراد دستگیر شده در اجلاس سران جی 20 کانادا - تورنتو G20
"Baby, I'm An Anarchist!"
Through the best of times
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,-aca
But When It Came Time To Throw Bricks
Through That Starbucks Window,
You Left Me All Alone
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