Switzerland
They Can’t Be Pleaded With – They Must Be Fought
“Wir müssen aufs Ganze gehen!”
Politics and Praxis on the Balkanroute
“No Different Than Slavery”
Abolishing Work (1982)
Stop Waiting for It to Affect You, It Already Has
Self-Defense and Strategic Escalation Against Violent Racists
By Antidote’s Ed Sutton
Sometimes I hate being right. Of course, in the last few years, the further intensification and proliferation of racist violence in Europe and North America has been a pretty obvious horse to bet on, so my having called a couple close ones does not count as any kind of unique prescience. But even if it did, it’s nothing to celebrate when a group of visiting Greek students gets attacked by hymn-singing neo-Nazis in the heart of Zurich. “I told you so!” isn’t exactly the winningest response. One young man was hospitalized and nearly lost an eye.Continue Reading
Kurdish Refugees: UN Issues Condemnation of Switzerland
By Abed Azizi for Papierlose Zeitung (Zurich)
Translated from the German by Antidote
deutsche Originalversion
I am waiting in the Zurich main station; my train is coming in ten minutes. Now a familiar sight: two police officers are walking directly towards me. After checking my ID, they start with the standard questions: “What are you doing in Switzerland? What do you want here? Why don’t you go back home?”
I answer that I have a permit, and a lawyer.Continue Reading
Allein Machen Sie Dich Ein
Eine Dokumentation der Zürcher Häuserszene von den frühen Anfängen bis 1994 in 10 Teilen.
Bereits in den 50er-Jahren sammelte die Zürcher Jugend an den drei Züri-Festern Geld für ein Jugendhaus — ausdrücklich für die Jugendlichen, welche sich nicht in Vereinen organisieren wollten und liessen. 1980 wartete ‚die Jugend’ immer noch.
Ein kurzer Rückblick auf die erstmalige Forderung eines AJZ in den 60ern, das erste Allmendfest und die Besetzungen an der Venedig- und Hegibachstrasse leiten über zu den bewegten 80ern.Continue Reading
Short Story: “Winterthur”
by Antidote’s Ed Sutton
for the occasion of the one year anniversary of StandortFUCKtor and the breaking of a young Swiss movement to Reclaim the Streets
Tim stood, collecting himself, on the Bahnhofplatz in Winterthur. It was late, but the plaza was swarming with people. As he looked around, trying to make sure he wasn’t in anyone’s way—the crowd streamed around him with uncommon purpose—he kept getting partially blinded by the yellow, haloed streetlights, which seemed too numerous and stood at odd angles.
