If We Are Afraid Today, We Will Be Afraid Tomorrow and Forever – Dimitra Zarafeta
It took 512 days for the authorities to finally decide that it was time to put our case, the case of Ampelokipi, to be tried. Just one breath before the end of the 18-month period. Not because the investigative process was truly endless, nor because new evidence was constantly emerging in the meantime. From the very first moment, the facts were more or less the same. However, the choice to set the trial at the last minute was neither accidental nor procedural. It was a purely political choice, a conscious method so that the process would run on a fast track and the desired decision would be produced, with the same speed. Nevertheless, in this last text of mine before the trial, I will not dwell in detail on the practices and methods that the judicial authorities employ against us. These are already known to anyone who wants to see them. My purpose is to restore things to their true dimension, against the fabricated version that the anti-terrorist and then the investigating and prosecutors tried to impose initially. That is why I want and must talk about what has already happened and what is to follow.
In two days I will be in this court, because a year and a half ago I lent the keys to an apartment to my friends and comrades, Kyriakos and Marianna, so that they could host acquaintances.
I will be in this court accused of terrorism, with charges of membership and participation in an unknown organization, with an unknown structure, unknown roles, unknown duration, as well as for manufacturing, supplying and possessing explosives and weapons. An indictment that was drawn up overnight, based on flimsy evidence, which 2 months ago the court began to collapse with the removal of charges of this explosion and deterioration.
Or, to be more precise, the only “evidence” that the anti-terrorism department relied on to construct this indictment was the criminalization of everyday acts, the criminalization of political opinion and the criminalization of friendly and comradely relationships.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Thus, our case not only has a past that already counts a year and a half, but also a future. A future inextricably linked to the struggle.
That is why, in two days, I will be in this court to give my own struggle, defending my anarchist identity, the radical revolutionary struggle, my relations with my friends and comrades, and above all the memory of my comrade, Kyriakos Xymitiris.
I will be in this court to fight to the end for my freedom — a freedom that I do not grant them, not even for one more day than the 512 that they have already deprived me of. And if institutional cover is given to the anti-terrorist police to fabricate indictments in this way, then the responsibility for whether I am convicted of an indictment that I deny, falls on the current composition of the bench.
This also concerns all those who feel that behind bars are not only the prisoners, but also a part of themselves. Those who remain present and present in every field of the radical struggle. Because it is also in their hands to erect a mound, to not allow injustice to become law.
Nevertheless, in two days I will find myself in this court, which has a weight much greater than that of indictments and legal characterizations. Because within this process there is also a loss. There is the memory of our friend and comrade, Kyriakos Xymitiris, a memory that does not fit into any case file. For this very reason, this court has an importance that goes beyond the limits of a formal trial. That is why more is at stake around this process than meets the eye. Because in these halls I will not only defend myself, but also Kyriakos himself. I will speak about my friend and comrade on my own terms, not with the language of power, nor through the filters of the case file, but through the life he lived, the struggles he gave and what he chose to defend with all his heart, dedicating his life to it. With his absence, it is at the same time a deep, intense presence; because there are people like Kyriakos who, even when they are gone, continue to light the way and show with their very lives why it is worth standing up.
So my friend and comrade Kyriakos Xymitiris will be there in the knot in my neck, in the strength I find not to bend, in the need to keep alive everything we shared and everything he defended. He will be with me, next to me, like a hand on my shoulder, like a breath that reminds me that nothing is over and that the struggle continues.
Kyriakos Xymitiris Present
Honor for Ever to Anarchist Comrade Sarah Ardizone and Anarchist Comrade Alessandro Mercoliano
Dimitra Zarafeta
Korydallos Women’s Prison
Source: https://athens.indymedia.org/post/1640443/
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