How is it that manifestos are either the ramblings of a lunatic or the most heart wrenching, poignant text you’ve ever read?

I remember reading Willem Van Spronsen’s manifesto days after he got shot while firebombing ICE busses. I remember how I cried, read it again, cried again. He saw the writing on the wall, and took action. Godspeed!

There’s wrong and there’s right.
It’s time to take action against the forces of evil.

Evil says one life is worth less than another.
Evil says the flow of commerce is our purpose here.
Evil says concentration camps for folks deemed lesser are necessary.
The handmaid of evil says the concentration camps should be more humane.
Beware the centrist.

I have a father’s broken heart
I have a broken down body
And I have an unshakable abhorrence for injustice
That is what brings me here.
This is my clear opportunity to try to make a difference, I’d be an ingrate to be waiting for a more obvious invitation.