This video is from the Warwickshire Badger Group and is too cute for words!
This is a call for support from eco-radicals and other allies of the wild, made by Hambacher Forest Besetzung, posted on their Facebook page with the video above –
Call for defending the occupation of the Hambach Forest
The Hambach Forest has been occupied for five years. For five years people have been building and defending tree houses in order to protect the trees they are living on. For five years diggers, cops, and secus have kept coming closer. Officially, the forest is owned by RWE, a multinational energy company that does not only want to kill the thousands-of-years-old forest, destroy habitats, dispossess and displace residents from the surrounding villages to generate power. With it’s production of lignite in the Rhineland along it is responsible for 30% of Germany’s CO2 emissions. A company that does not shy away from exploiting the entire world in order to maximise its profits. It is a company that significantly contributes to generating situations forcing people to leave their countries of origin. Because the people who first have to deal with the consequences of global warming are not those profiting from coal, but people from the global South. This makes our struggle part of the struggle against imperialism, against oppression and racism. What happens here does not happen by accident. It is a symbol of the capitalist system. And we are working on means of attacking it.
For five years we have not only been attacking RWE, but a system of hierarchy and exploitation that facilitates the company’s mania for profit. It is very clear for us that the fight for climate justice is intimately linked with the struggle for a world without hierarchies, a world far away from capitalistic coercion where major companies do not yield any power over human beings and nature! It is intimately linked to a world where everyone has the right and courage to defend their opinions and principles without being silenced by repressions from the state and system! The fact that the occupation is still alive after five years is proof for the fact that it is possible to resist, that it is possible to dedicate your life to your own maxims and that we will succeed in turning theory into praxis. Only by organising collectively and through courage were we able to fight for this freedom and free space and to maintain it. Despite repressions, despite many of us having been beat up, abused and imprisoned, we are here and will stay here!
With direct action we were able to cause damage to RWE, because of sabotage and blockades the company lost millions of Euros. The damage done to the company’s image due to the broad publicity on the consequences of lignite extraction is unpredictable. Although RWE continues to dig for lignite and destroy everything that is alive and beautiful we showed that it is possible to influence events. Because in a system that allows few to exploit an entire planet to still their own greed, resistance becomes a duty. Time is ticking. If lignite extraction is not stopped immediately it is impossible to stop climate change. Time is ticking for the forest, too. Starting in October, RWE has permission to continue cutting trees. If the company cuts 70ha of forest as planned, a large majority of the ancient ecosystem will be lost irrevocably and the only forest occupation in German speaking countries will be evicted and destroyed. This is not only about protecting a forest. This is about global justice, and it is about making a company accountable. We can only achieve this when we are many!
All fighting the state and capitalism! Turn your theory into praxis. Help us to maintain this freedom and free space, shape it and defend it!
Starting in September we will hold workshops in the forest that will give everyone the skills to be active in and around Hambi in the way you find most attractive and suitable. We will pass on all abilities necessary to occupy a tree and carry out other actions. From October onwards we are planning a large-scale occupation of the forest making it impossible for RWE to cut the remaining area. In case you cannot come to the forest then help us and yourselves from wherever you are. Spread this call, show that you stand in solidarity with the resistance in the Rhineland, or drop by for a couple of days and actions during the cutting season between October and February. Get in touch. There are as many possible ways of supporting this occupation as there are people.
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Beautiful baby foxes roam and play in woods in Devon – footage filmed by Devon Hunt Saboteurs (please support them as they do important work for British wildlife).
This is a poem written by friend of ours Ramon Elani, taken from his personal blog The Tigers Leap with his consent.
Late autumn hours fall,
the scent of decaying Oak leaves
mix’t with the fragrance of the mist
as it rises, curling from beds of moss
and gently swaying ferns.
A soft wind plays through the pines,
it bears the kennings
deep into the heart of the gloaming time.
Resounder, the One of the Streams, Hoary Beard.
We wait for the Stranger at the Door,
the light runs fast
pursued by dreams of the man on the gallows.
When he saw the carved bones in his hands
he fell to screaming.
Word from word,
deed from deed,
do you know the twelfth
that’ll cause the dead to speak?
Between this world and the next,
when the dreams and the hours become one,
can we find the strength to remember?
Remember when to quit the grazing ground,
remember to keep to the footpaths
and shun the highways,
remember to hang your clothes between two wooden stakes,
remember why the eagle weeps when it reaches the shore.
Remember the grinning wolf,
the grunting boar,
the dancing bear.
Does the moon still know it’s course through the sky?
Do leeks still grow from the green earth?
The sun grows dark and the world slips into forgetful sleep.
Like a fir tree,
limbless and charred,
where once under the roof of gold
and field unsowed.
Who will abide now
in the House of the Wind?
The old woman sits in the Ironwood
while murderers wade deep in the roiling water.
It goes hard on earth
when rootless trees stand
among the hail of reeds.
Keep the ancient promise
and travel with me through the mists of night.
Come resolute of horn,
the stalker on the moors.
what the wolf left behind.
Cast your loss into a deep forest tarn,
and the crone of memory shall whisper to you
from its depths:
“There’s nothing here for you.”
The one who bends the gallows,
Go down into memory and knowledge
On ravens’ wings!
God of carved knucklebones,
Traveler to nine places only known
By the women of the Stinking Nightshade
Wand weavers, horse penis graspers,
The ones who wrap tattered rags
Around the agony twisted bones of winter-dead trees,
To pray to wells and fountains,
To the rich earth slime that bubbles and froths.
Bog-haunters, Fungus-belt wearers,
They are buried in wagons.
They weave while their husbands fight,
And bind the feet of the enemy with invisible hairs,
So he dies screaming in blood.
Whose staff manly hands should not touch,
You have your wand and thread,
I have my fists and mad eye.
I am hanged,
You sit on thrones.
Oak and holly,
run naked into the twilight forest.
Make the others remember why
they once feared the rustling leaves.
They will remember why
the shapes among the trees
haunted their sleep.
They think that those who rest
beneath the vines
But they will see us again
under the shrieking moon.
They will feel the teeth,
the talons, the tusks.
The mists will swallow the world
and all will be forgotten.