(I don't know if it's too late and you've already sent it, but whatever.)
Anytime a thought of hopelessness or despair creeps its way into the minds of any one of you. As the state allows you to rot away, while desperately trying to come up with solutions that will save their public face, I want you to remember this simple fact:
This will not end.
Even if every hungry striker were to die, the black flag will be lifted back up. And the voices from thousands of anarchists will sing the ultimatum: Freedom or death. Because life without freedom is no life at all - it is an automated machine. It is an insult for the anarchist to be expected, or for their comrades to passively "live" in this machine.
But if this strike tragically ends with the cost of your lives, your spirits will live on in the flames of molotov cocktails, and in the spilt blood of pigs hiding behind riot gear, that could never be as brave as any of you.
Your funeral will be a riot! Not one asking the state for compensation, but one seeking revenge.
The price for their pride will be the attack on their holy temples of representative democracy and bureaucracy.
*"We walk on…
And if our dream is an illusion?
And if our struggles are useless and vain? And if the renewal of humanity is impossible to accomplish?
Ah, no! We will walk on just the same.
For our own dignity.
For the love of our ideas.
For the freedom of our spirits.
For the passion of our mind.
For the necessity of our life.
Better to die as heroes in an effort of liberation and self-elevation than to vegetate as impotent cowards in this repugnant reality.
You who are the bloody evidence of all human audacity:
You who are the destroyers of all prejudice:
You who are the only real enemies of all human shame — of all sinister lies!
You who sing eternal revolt, soaked in sorrow and blood!"
Love, some Australian wanker.