Bure will be their downfall > Forest
It is Sunday the 25th and some Owls are still in the trees, hold the line on vmc.camp!
2.30 pm: 23 owls surrounded by 4 trucks of the riot cops (included one military truck). They have been in the wood to supply the owls still perched since Thursday.
3 pm: 23 owls still around, for 45 min. The riot cops want to control their identity but the owls refused.
4.30 pm: 17 owls have been released at the edge of the wood, 11 others should be released on another trip. They have collectively refused the identity control.
4.40 pm: the 11 other owls have been released south of the forest.
Despite Muriel Nguyen, Meuse prefect, and Sébastien Lecornu, secretary of State, swaggering yesterday in the Lejuc Wood (Le Bois Lejuc) surrounded by the cameras of BFM TV, boasting that the eviction was coming to an end and that the woods were finally ready to receive the worst wastes of the nuclear sector. The owls of Bure took advantage of darkness to rebuild their nests at the top of the trees.
Yesterday, they told the tale of how they evicted the Lejuc Wood. Today we greet you from the canopy. #Bure #BoisLejuc pic.twitter.com/RtVd6PoGfH
— Les ZIRAdiéEs (@ZIRAdies) 23 feb2018
They thought they would take us down with this blitz, by means of drone, helicopter and bulldozer… But we are still here. We will not hibernate. We will resist. Always and forever.
In Fall 2012, Operation César was trying to put an end to the Zad in Notre-Dame-Des-Landes. In one day, the police destroyed several living areas, thinking they would therefore stifle the protest. They actually were stepping on a fire. Indignation only grew stronger.
We are going to do everything in our power to make Bure their new Operation César. Crowd gatherings everywhere in France yesterday are witness of our determination.
We urge our friends and everyone who can relate to what is happening here to make their way to the Lejuc Wood.
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They have only power, we have everything else and we aren’t invulnerable. That’s probably the main difference between us and them. We are vulnerable because they shoot us in our heart, destroy our houses, where we loved, fought, walked, armed, comforted each other…. For the second time, they come brutally inside the House. Equiped with laws, tonfas and sarcastic smiles, and above all with this inexcusable brutal « legitimity » : a calculated violence deployed, with a lot of bureaucratic language which blames the victim. « Be careful, you can hurt yourself », said a robocop as he was strangling a friend.
In the House, they separated us violently one by one, with truncheon hits, slaps, armlocks and strangulations. When my turn came, they used all of their violence to bring me out. I resisted all the way, it was very difficult for them to bring me out. Four or six cops used brutality to take me. I didn’t resist by courage. I felt the pain , a pain felt like a real part of me, a pain that must exist at this time. I had the sensation that this pain would be a definite part of us, anyway. I felt deeply in my stomach something which can embrace the pain, the sadness and the anger all together. I felt some kind of tension run through all my body, from the past to the future, a tensed string impossible to break. It was not courage. It was not an « effort of will ». It was the feeling that in front of the inevitable brutality of the police, I found strenght in feeling that I could resist against That, fight it every way possible, and carry on loving, building, and destroying if I had to.
But if we are never-say-die, we are vulnerable. We have been hurt. We lost ourselves. We’re not really together. All the gatherings and support from France and everywhere are comforting. Bure is everywhere the nuclear and military society will colonise. But I need, in the litle village of Bure and around, to feel that my strained string isn’t screaming alone in the desert. I need to feel other strings, friendship, sympathy with our failures, leniency to our trials and errors, strength when I go down, a gentle touch when my mind breaks. And I’m ready to give and reciprocate every single one of them. If I must fight, it will be never alone with my conscience, my ideas or my « convictions ». If they are not a strong connection to the other, if I don’t feel a link between our weaknesses and strengths, sharing my « yes » and « no » , I am only a weathercock. A weathercock easily destroyed by a squall. Like a friend said : « My determination is very strong but hanging on a thread. »
I’m waiting for you.
2:13 pm – One treehouse has been evicted. The friends are freed. They are tired but well. Call to converge to the House right now to organize a collective departure towards the forest to go support the people who are still in the trees.
1:46 pm – The six persons who were blocked are now released. No news from the treehouses for now.
12:30 pm – Six people blocked by the cops under one of the two treehouses, they got their ID checked.
10:30 am – A second group is getting prepared to go to the forest.
A group is going to the forest at 8am to support the friends in the treehouses and to bring them first necessities.
10:20 am – Phone call from the second treehouse; the police are preparing for eviction, the ropes are already up.
Friends are reporting 2 firefighters, 3 climbing cops, 3 or 4 riot cops and 3 high ranked, namely commander Dubois.
9:40 am – The group arrives to the second treehouse. This time, around twenty cops are present. We distinguish different units; climbers, riot cops, commanders and firefighters. They stay at the bottom of the tree, come closer to the group and make them go back. The group manages to talk with the people in the tree, but won’t be able to give them the bags with food. Other riot cops arrive and escort the group outside of the wood, holding flashball (rubber bullets) guns.
9:00 am – The group arrives to the first tree. A police truck is parked underneath, two riot cops get out. The group divides in two. One part is making diversion, the other one is bringing a bag to the friends up in the tree.
It went well to bring first necessities to the treehouses this morning. We discover the militaries are using our homemade rocket stoves to get warmth. The forest is still occupied. We know it super well and invite everyone to join for walks and to support the friends who are forced to get down. We will climb back!