Anarchy in San Francisco

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Fifth Estate # 333, Winter, 1990

Introduction “Without Borders,” this year’s Anarchist Conference and Festival was held in San Francisco from July 20th to 25th. Taking place at the Horace Mann Middle School in the city’s Mission District, the gathering drew somewhere between 1,000 and 3,000

Passionate Mudplay

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Fifth Estate # 347, Spring, 1996

Every day for a week I peruse the crumpled quarter-page announcement I’ve been carrying around in my wallet. “MUDPEOPLE: 10th Anniversary…We supply mud. Wear as little as possible. Bring drinks, food, towels, friends, wildness. Finally, the day is here.

This is what Anarchy Looks Like

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Fifth Estate # 364, Spring, 2004

The forces of capital have once again called upon their storm troopers and talking heads to physically and symbolically crush the growing, global anti-capitalist movement. In the United States, building from the tragic embarrassment of September 11 and overreacting to

Editorial

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Fifth Estate # 365, Summer, 2004

“If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer; but if he spends his whole day as a speculator, shearing off those woods and

De-schooling the de-schoolers

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Fifth Estate # 366, Fall, 2004

Schooling in an authoritarian society is often demeaning and determined to inculcate ignorance and obedience. When schooling fails, we deem it a social disaster. But without a viable alternative, the subversion that sneaks inside the doors and out from under

Everybody but Bush

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Fifth Estate # 366, Fall, 2004

Don LaCoss The election is already over and we have lost. The name of the president for the next four years won’t be announced until November 3, but I know right now that the guy who won is a white

Letter from Pumpkin Hollow

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Fifth Estate # 350, Fall, 1997

Pumpkin Hollow, Tenn.—I’m trying to pick this narrative up off the gravel road, gyrating back into the woods. This odyssey of drift must stop somewhere; that somewhere is here. Perhaps my nomadic motion can continue in psychic space as my

Love Note for Allen Ginsberg

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Fifth Estate # 350, Fall, 1997

Dear Allen, Are you really dead? I don’t believe it. My hands are black with ink & my eyes are wet with the sting of The New York Times front page. You are embalmed in the headlines as “Countercultural Guru”

404 Willis: Detroit’s Autonomous Zone

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Fifth Estate # 339, Spring, 1992

In May 1992, 404 Willis will celebrate its first anniversary as a collectively-run community center and autonomous zone in Detroit’s Cass Corridor. The evolution of 404 has been the combined effort of many individuals united in their desire to create

On Class & Solidarity

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Fifth Estate # 367, Winter 2004-2005

“I don’t believe in charity. I believe in solidarity. Charity is so vertical. It goes from the top to the bottom. Solidarity is horizontal. It respects the other person and learns from the other. I have a lot to learn

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