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Two young activists with World Can't Wait, one a Columbia College student, were arrested while marching on the sidewalk in a feeder march from the army recruitment center to the anti-war rally held last October 27th. Both were grabbed from the sidewalk and thrown to the ground and brutalized. Another high school student active with SDS was arrested as well- charged with a felony and brought before the juvenile court system.

While the high school student's case was settled this past January, Marck Hilgendorf-Sanchez and Sergey Turzhanskiy's cases have proceeded and will go to trial this month. They are charged with misdemeanors for "failure to obey an officer" and "criminal damage to property." Witnesses on the scene that day reported officers began asking around for leaders of the march, and then proceeded to target Marck and Sergey, who were carrying a bright orange banner which read: "No War On Iran."

While the legal case is strong, with witnesses and video documenting the injustice of the repression that day, political and financial support is still needed. A statement made by Marck and Sergey shortly after their arrest says, "This legal battle is a part of the struggle to stop an attack on Iran and to end the oppression of all people." Save the date, and spread the word… pack the courtroom on the first day of the trial:

Monday May 19th, 8:30am
555 W Harrison
Wear orange to show your support for the "No War On Iran Three"



********Students Against Police Brutality*** ******
An evening of music and protest
May 9th
ACME Art Works
1741 N. Western Ave., Chicago
Doors open at 6:30
$5
Fundraiser party for remaining legal fees and the emergency room bills for Marck and Sergey


Donations can be sent to the legal fund care of WCW online or through the mail. Please be sure to earmark donations towards this case:
Paypal: chicagoworldcantwai t.org
Mail checks made out to WCW to: 1741 N. Western Ave., Chicago, IL 60647
Donations over $100 are tax deductible and should be made out to Alliance for Global Justice

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Statement Issued by Marck and Sergey:

Hold Your Head High Above the Concrete
Some Words on 3 Recent Student Arrests

On October 27, the Chicago Police Department attacked a student contingent en route to Union Park for a rally and march against the occupation of Iraq. After the police rammed the students' ankles with their bicycles for blocks, 3 students were arrested with unnecessarily violent force. Students marched in the contingent from five or more different schools around the city, and were boldly attempting to put the spotlight on the looming threat of a U.S. attack on Iran; a threat that is very real, but not fully realized by the public, students, and even the anti-war movement. The student contingent stepped off from the University Center Dorms, after mobilizing in front of its newly installed Army Recruitment Center, a place of weekly protest for students from all over the city. The brutal arrest of these 3 students was a tactical and premeditated political attack on the growing student movement, and cannot be allowed to just be swept under the rug. We are determined to fight this.

The police attacked us because of what we represent. They attack us because we are part of a student movement that is united and growing impatient with the War on Terror, which promises no end for decades. We are disgusted with the disregard for International Law concerning genocide of whole peoples around the world, rights to trial, and the basic human right to not be subjected to torture. We are aggravated by the silencing of our professors and the arrival of recruitment centers to our campuses, which lie to us about benefits while 3847 betrayed young men and women have already died and 28385 have been injured, along with 1,099,372 dead Iraqis and Afghans. As the death toll grows, we are growing impatient and growing in number; growing in spirit. We are throwing that spirit into the streets, making the world know that we, our generation, has a mission and we will fight for it.

This is why they seek to crush us, this is why they see a need to bully our generation out of this struggle. This is why they force our bodies to the ground; so these bodies no longer bear the banner demanding "No War on Iran," as our president, the first in American history to publicly appear in military uniform, threatens World War III and nuclear strikes on the people of Iran, all for the sake of empire. They do not want these mouths to reveal that it is in fact our president who sanctions the manufacture of thousands of new nuclear weapons.

The powers that be do not want these bodies to burst forward in the creation of a new world. A world that fosters life over death, love over wealth, truth over power. They strike at 3 students to strike fear in the hearts of all who yearn for peace, who act for justice. They strike because they know resistance is growing, that the people want their sons and daughters, wives and husbands, fathers and mothers back from harm's way. Back from senseless war.

They strike because those who will never see their loved ones back grow desperate.

The state threatens us because they are afraid. Afraid because we are many and they are few. Because they are liars and we speak truth. They are afraid because you are on our side in your mind, and soon you will be by our side in the streets, joining the masses in our country who have already stepped forward. Joining the billions across the World who have had enough. Lifting your head from the concrete, we will be there to take your hand, but right now we need you to take ours. Join us in this political and legal battle, as we walk into court on December 7th to confront the unsubstantial and outrageous charges that attempt to justify the C.P.D.'s actions. This legal battle is a part of the struggle to stop an attack on Iran and to end the oppression of all people.

We need all kinds of support, from donations to pay for our legal defense to people in the streets demanding the drop of all charges, an end to the U.S. war on the world, and the prosecution of the Bush administration for war crimes.

It is dawn, the sun burns hot, and the day is yet to be decided. Decide it.

-Signed, Sergey Turzhanskiy and Marck Hilgendorf-Sanchez, two of the three youth arrested in Chicago on October 27th

whirlwind,

faces – broken body parts – newspaper scraps – fast food wrappers – tv antennas – dried leaves –

scissors – dirty water – plastic bags – growling gaping eye of the storm.

jagged edges and styrofoam à

cold hands and the death wind.

overflowing, bountiful landfills + acid rain.

mutilation,,, mutilation.

scarring.

starvation (internal, external __ imagined and forreal)

scraping, swirling, scurrying.

metal teeth and robot appendages

(mushy insides, barricaded, pacified, nullified, stupefied)

rags, filthy eyes.

BUY BUY BUY.

LOOK LOOK LOOK.

 

glowing, glorious cadaver.

this is how we should want to look ---

silence (that is what they like)

TWO DIMENSIONAL

(tits and ass)

desecrated.

VIOLATED.

i need your eyes but i want to burn them your collective skull for looking at me.

what is beauty?

discrimination.

collapsing // blooming.

 

 

 

 

but i am over here.  anoutofbody experience (all-of-the-time)

touching glass, breathing on it.

writing what someone told me was my name

in the fog.

it disappears.

i see things, sometimes.

 

 

 

 

(kelseymyking)

FRANTIC.


IN DESPERATE NEED OF MY FRIENDS
AND REASSURANCE AND COMPANIONSHIP

WHERE ARE ALL OF YOU?


I FEEL VERY LONELY.



IS NICK GARDENER EVEN ALIVE?
FUCK.

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO GAY RIGHT NOW?

desolation
deprecation
state of the union address
i'm calm my lips are turning blue
when my eyes dried up and drew dust
sleep killed the stranger in my heart
and nature slaughtered
the beast in my brain
hell's arms wrapped around me
and drew up their curtains and cape
the pillar of fire has returned!
to guide us to the promised land
and it is night
so we do not need the clouds oh no
the fire is asteroids
and broken chariot branches
from Apollo or the guy that brings the son/sun/son





liken this pattern and these flowers
to a ragtime melody
to emanate from a player piano
with only a ghost to push the pedal
that same ghost will have to steer the ship
as we careen or glide or are birthed
from a galactic canal
poured into the real world
leaving a warm place
the hospital
and me
and weight descends on my lips





my ears have been shattered by the wall of sound
bursting
shuttering
sinking deeper into the sea of acid
growing fungus on concrete
hello into the tunnel
with no light at the other end
just darkness
not an abyss
because the black is shallow
but complete
expansive
hungry
fingers gripping the tunnel
(smog)(fog)(smoke)
it's ok
as the darkness surrounds us
i've got a tickle in my lungs
and a verb in my pocket





the water
tastes like chemicals
clear and burning
my ribs are cracking
and my rampant mysticism
is spilling out
oh god
a tsunami
porcelain
and a hundred
calls from strangers
or robots
with items to sell
and contracts to sign
hello
this awful taste in my mouth
!(GLARE IN MY EYES)!
i dropped the ball
i don't remember how
glowing
and such ghastly headlights
appropriate paranoia
the ocean is in my body
the salt is in my blood
if i kissed the wet lips of a preacher
or a priest
wouldn't i surely go to heaven?
silence in the room next door
i can't leave
the bolts are heavy



None of these have any meaning--
well they don't know but maybe
they did last night.

Oh man, this movie was a republican wet dream. Full of incredibly blatant war rhetoric ("Freedom isn't free", "Protecting the free world against mysticism and tyranny" "Give your life for your country and liberty" etc etc) and featuring a hesitant, disapproving legislative, the movie reads like a straight allegory to a romanticized version of the Iraq war. The enemy soldiers are black, Asian, or Middle-Eastern, and their effeminate evil God-King leader is startlingly homosexual. The multi-ethnic evils of the world are attacking one unemotional, honorable, principled, brave, relentless, persevering group of disgustingly muscled manly white men. Women are completely objectified (read: gratuitous lesbian kissing scene, the persistent soft moaning, the amount of nipple shots, ridiculous female Spartan costumes etc). Their only value is their ability to bear sons and be the love object of an honorable Spartan man. Animals also get their fair share of violence and not just Persian calvary horse but rhinoceros and elephants as well. And on a less ideological level, they had hokey slow motion and the two main characters had unfitting English or slight Scottish accents at times. TOTALLY OVER THE TOP. But of course, entertaining and visually stunning. I like imagining George Bush in a Spartan diaper with a sword bearing his teeth.

ALIENATION.  Tomorrow I will stop feeding the bad parts of me!  I always say this.  Well intentioned self-lies.  Adorable.  But seriously, I have to stop eating tomorrow.  These are all the things I always tell myself I am going to do:
Clean my room
Sleep more and regularly
Procrastinate less
Do things thoroughly
Send letters
Make collages
Apply for scholarships
Read way more books
Learn about things
Eat healthy / consistently
EXERCISE.

But no.  Never.  Ever.
I am a stagnant, static piece of shit and I will die waiting for an
epiphany or a glorious revelation instead of just accepting
things and moving myself.  My throat hurts and I feel horrible.
Lose an hour of sleep tonight.  Work all day tomorrow.
God damnit.  I am trapped in my own retard brain and I am always
out of breath.  I don't know what to do so I publicly bitch about it.
SELF-CENTERED!  ATTENTION-SEEKING!
DEATHDEATHDEATHDEATHDEATHDEATHDEATH!!!!
loneliness.
I need my boo so my brain will stop being canniblistic and
destroying itself.

I started this blog at 11:11.
It's a sign.

I cried on my way to school this morning --
contemplating the suicide of a lonely saint.
I imagine him ripping out tufts of his greasy hair
as he stews in self-induced psychosis.
Parents tell their children stupid things like
how raindrops are the tears of God (at a young age
I realized that meant lightening was His snot)
but what does that make the persistent snow?
Heavenly dandruff?
Is that who we are to blame for all this?
The current state of affairs is the fault of some
sniffling, sobbing, shedding deity?
I choose to blame the gods of evolution
for making some who rise above the rest.

I don't like looking at my Jew Year's blog because I haven't been doing much except not spending as much money. Still gay, still lazy. My room is a complete disaster. I'm mercurial and irrational but occasionally I have been experiencing moments of profound contentedness. Today on the way the work, the sky was pregnant with snow. It looked so heavy like it would just split down the middle and all the snow would pour out like flour from a ripped sack but it didn't. It did snow all day long. I hope tomorrow is a snow day. I tell myself that I would clean my room. My mom turned 50. She and I are the exact same person which terrifies me for 900 reasons. Hillary is my roomie which brings me immense joy. This weekend was funz. I practiced voluntarily letting go of my inhibitions which was a very good idea. Not to get homo or anything but I have some very terrific and hilarious and intelligent and sexy friends. My language is so foul and I can't go more than 30 seconds without making a vulgar joke. I chewed like 16 bubblegumz at work today. DAMN THAT INFERNAL MONEY EATING MACHINE. DEPAUL. Work was stressful this weekend. I don't know why. As always, I am wavering between being ecstatic and being suicidal. ELEVEN DAYS ELEVEN DAYS ELEVEN DAYS!

oh yeah, and I wrote this last night:

MY MIND IS LIKE A STEEL TRAP
in the way that it catches something
and then that something fights frantically
and eventually gnaws off its own leg
so it can hobble away to freedom
leaving a bloody limb behind