FBI visited multiple houses in Olympia and Seattle this morning
At least 2 houses in Olympia and 2 in Seattle were visited this morning by the FBI, looking for a few different people. At least one of the people is being sought because the FBI wants to interview them about May Day/ black bloc. At this point it is unclear whether there are subpoenas for either of the people the FBI is looking for, or whether they’re trying a more informal approach.
If the FBI comes to your house or stops you on the street you don’t have to talk to them. Shut the door in their faces or walk away. It is never a good idea to talk to the FBI. Instead, call the National Lawyers’ Guild immediately at (888) 654-3265.
Keep your head up, stay safe.
Survivorship Solidarity
The Big BaddTW RAPE this is a song i wrote in response to finding out that chris jones is a rapist. aside from the fact that they are were my friend, it was especially hard for me to process all of this because of the ways my own survivorship has been impacted by people defending my rape (one of em at least…) because i/my rapist was drunk. fuck rapists. fuck rape culture. fuck people who say all the right things and when the time comes prove themselves just as shitty as everyone they claim to be different from.
i was sitting in my living room when our friends told me the news that you jumped off a bridge and broke your back. it’s not mine to determine if you are worth redeeming but don’t expect I’ll cut you any slack. last week you talked to me so seriously about hunting down the monsters in this town but he named you as his rapist and you said you didn’t do it- guess that heart of gold is really gilded shit.
everyone’s caught on to everything you do, everyone’s caught on to.
you’ve never been more punk than when you said that getting drunk meant you shouldn’t have to deal with your fuck-ups. you’re cool so they’ll believe you but it’s straight up deceitful to say you didn’t when you clearly did. why else would you jump off that bridge? the truth’s not malleable, be accountable, grow up and acknowledge that you suck. the truth’s not malleable, be accountable, admit you assaulted someone.
everyone’s caught on to everything you do, everyone’s caught on to. everyone’s caught on to everything you do, everyone’s caught on to. let me down again.
you took a walk down hawthorne bridge and decided to end your life. we didn’t talk, you didn’t call my phone and now i’d really rather that you don’t. you say that you crossed boundaries, backpedal your stories, minimize in hopes they’ll all shut up. this is no time for joking, my faith has been broken, but please forgive me one last pun-
is that what you call a getaway? tell me what you got away with cause i’ve seen more spine in jellyfish. i’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
