The initial courtship, that labor of love called the Antifascist Archives Project, blossomed into a passionate love affair. You would tutor me in the manner of a sober socialist dialectician. But, Oh! So many late nights with comrades buried in newspaper clippings, pamphlets and balaclavas, it was a wonder we ever slept. That same old Yippie would laugh uproariously at my chutzpah, then spend countless hours sharing trade secrets over latkes and coffee. Simple and irrefutable. Know what they are thinking before they think it; act before they act.
Then crush them. Long before his posthumously published Millennium Trilogy , you claimed Stieg Larsson as one of our own—an international socialist and antifascist who lapped other researchers by practicing the dark arts of Antifa spycraft, all the while hewing close to your dictums. Where the rich have been so shortsighted as to construct their temples of conspicuous consumption in close proximity to us, we will occupy them so as to provide a teachable moment.
He also developed long term spies and a formidable intelligence network. You were never so relaxed and jovial as with that knock-nosed miner from Northern England. The Godfather of the American Antifa who, in keeping with tradition shall remain anonymous dispatched this foul mouthed hooligan to disrupt fascist enclaves in the Pacific Northwest, and we sang songs about gay and lesbian liberation, armed strikes and Native resistance.
The only flag the Antifa will ever fly—if it flies one at all. You were everywhere over there after the fall of that wall, from Stuttgart to Bremen, Wuppertal to Keil and of course Berlin and the wonderful organized chaos of Kreuzberg. Defending refugees the urgent task of the day; fighting cops what the Antifa did on its lunch break. Find a few still capable of cognitive dissonance; they will help us liberate their intelligence reports on fascists and identify racist cops.
Then, after a shot and a beer, another tattoo, and dancing to LKJ at a meet up with the RABL, you woke up with a terrific hangover, then got back at it. As you remember I continued to fight fascism, and fascists, but sometimes wound up in odd situations, occasionally a forum where I did not belong.
