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Piazza Dimitri Christoula

Words acquire meaning through the tangible and the concrete but at the same time, they can give new meaning and change what we thought to be concrete in return.

For many of us, Syntagma (‘Constitution’) Square is no longer. As anarchists, anti-authoritarians, members of the broader antagonist movement, we could have never found any meaning in the naming of a square after a piece of legislation — how can one name an open, lively space of interaction and intermingling after words in a piece of paper, an abstraction meant to divide and to rule?

The death of Dimitris Christoulas was not just another near-unnoticeable rise in the gruesome statistics of death. With every suicide, every police murder, every horrible death that we have reported in ‘Little Stories from IMF-run Greece’, we made a conscious effort to provide as much information as possible for the deceased. To give them a name, a face and a story; to show that beneath the uniformity of technocratic world of statistics there are once tangible, real lives transformed, crushed, ended.

Dimitris’ death was yet another financial murder. As the old world sets, it unleashes a carnage against those wishing to see its demise and, by now, everyone who perhaps thought they would live through it. Who knows? Perhaps in the world shyly rising, the land plot opposite what will have once been the parliament of the previous regime (at that time known as Syntagma Square) will be named after Dimitris. Piazza Dimitri Christoula. A piazza, not a ‘square’, because public spaces must be open and fluid to be truly public. And it will be named after him, the first entirely public martyr of our struggle, adding to more than 2,000 people that have already committed suicide in this time, the time of the vultures. Undeclared murders, shoved into the oblivion of the private, casualties of the undeclared war authority has waged against the people.

We don’t need to wait for a new world to start declaring, to start using words to change around the concrete. In the time of the vultures, ‘suicides’ are financial murders. Those who die are martyrs of the war unleashed by power against the people. And for us, the spaces of our meeting, our struggle and the death of our own are already ours. Syntagma is dead — long live Piazza Dimitri Christoula.

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