From: Gary Morton <•••@••.••• To: <•••@••.••• Saturday, July 21, 2001 9:32 AM Subject: [brutalitycanada] G8 News Digest.Sat.July.21.2001 Police/State Violence at Genoa G8 Summit Daily Toronto protest events always listed at http://www.interlog.com/~cjazz/aevents.htm * The collection of news reports below is from protest and corporate sources, I saved these online in the public interest and copied the photos listed below. Online copy of this digest. http://home.eol.ca/~command/genoa.htm Photos: Police study victim http://home.eol.ca/~command/genoa1.jpg Riot cops march past as victim is dead on the ground http://home.eol.ca/~command/genoa2.jpg Fallen with fire extinguisher beside him http://home.eol.ca/~command/genoa3.jpg Man with bloodied face http://home.eol.ca/~command/genoa4.jpg Woman weeps over body http://home.eol.ca/~command/genoa5.jpg Flowers for Carlo http://home.eol.ca/~command/genoa6.jpg Vigils for Victims of Police State Violence at Genoa G8 Summit (young man murdered by police, hundreds injured) The Toronto Sun report on the Toronto Vigil was brief and poorly written. It failed to focus on the fact that Carlo Giuliani was gunned down by paramilitary police, and not a victim of gas or rubber bullets. The young man killed in a police shooting in Genoa has been identified as 23-year-old Carlo Giuliani, who is from Rome but was living in Genoa. Photos posted from before, during, and after the killing show that he was shot in the head with a pistol at point-blank range while attempting to hurl a fire extinguisher into a police jeep. After Carlo fell to the ground from two gunshots to the head, the jeep backed up and ran over him. The Mobilization for Global Justice email news says that the repression and murder of activists was planned by the Italian government which: ... declared they would deploy tanks in the streets and shut down the airport and train stations. ... ordered 200 body bags. ... cleared a hospital ward to act as a morgue for dead activists and citizens. ... moved the G8 meetings to a cruise ship docked at Genoa port so that they would not be disturbed . Corporate Media appears to be ignoring the issues and painting demonstrators as violent. Gary Morton Headlines: -Summit shooting death investigation begins -Starhawk from Genoa, Friday -DEADLY G8 RIOT -July 20th update.... Genova ...what the hell is going on -Protester Dies After Being Shot Outside G8 Summit -Death shocks local activists -PM: Our G8 is on -Protester shot dead by police during G-8 riots -Protester killed at G8 summit -Protester dies in Genoa, Chretien presses on with next G-8 summit in Canada -BBC - Summit leaders condemn 'anarchy' -ABC - On Edge - Leaders of World's Richest Nations Try to Get Their Message Out Despite Protests ======== Summit shooting death investigation begins WebPosted Sat Jul 21 07:50:47 2001 GENOA - Italian prosecutors have launched an investigation into the shooting death of a 23-year-old protester at the Group of Eight summit in Genoa, Italy. Genoa resident Carlo Giuliani was killed by Italian police Friday during an anti-capitalist demonstration. Judicial sources say while the investigation could lead to manslaughter charges against the paramilitary officer, it will also examine whether it was a legitimate act of self-defence. Italy's Ministry of the Interior says it was self-defence, as police tried to control demonstrators. Nearly 100 police and demonstrators were injured during running battles on the streets and lanes of Genoa Friday. INDEPTH: Genoa G-8 Summit The protesters had been throwing firebombs and stones at police, who responded with water cannon, clubs and tear gas. In a statement issued late Friday, Italian Interior Minister Claudio Scajola said the demonstator who was killed "was hit by a bullet, presumably fired in self-defence by one of the injured carbinieri" (a paramilitary policeman). Thousands of angry anti-globalization activists are in the Italian city as are the leaders of the world's richest nations. At one point, the crowds came close to breaking through the fence surrounding the high-security "red zone" where the summit is being held. Inside, the government leaders said they've agreed to set aside a billion dollars to treat AIDS and other infectious diseases in poor countries. UN Secretary General Kofi Annan joined the leaders. He said the money "begins to match the scale of the epidemic" but he said much more was needed. Annan told the world leaders that fighting disease in poor countries will take as much as $10 billion. Written by CBC News Online staff -------- Starhawk from Genoa, Friday (fwd) Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 12:42:49 +0200 Genova 7/20 By Starhawk At this point its still not clear to me how many are actually dead. Ive heard one young man, Ive hear d two, four. Ive heard that the police shot into the crowd, that someone was clubbed to the ground and, unconscious, run over by a car, Ive heard it was the White Overalls, the Black Bloc, I dont know. I know what I saw. The day started as a spirited, peaceful demonstration. I was on the Piazza Manini with the Womens Action and Rette Lilliput, a religious ecological network. Both groups were completey committed to nonviolence. My friend and training partner Lisa Fithian was down at the convergence center with the pink block, the group that wanted to do creative, fun, street t theater, dancing and music as part of their action. Lisa is a great person to be with in an action: sheàs experienced, never panics, moves fast and knows what to llok for, has a voice that can carry over a huge crowd and a great ability to move people. I wish she were going to be with us, but I feel like weàve divided our talents well. Ill help move the smaller Womens contingent, help them with ritual and work some magic. Lisa will help the much larger and boisterous Pink Bloc become mobile an dcoherent. We hope to meet up sometime during the day. Around 1 pm, the women march from the piazza down to the wall with probably three or four thousand people. The women gather in a circle for a spiral dance, singing "Siamo la luna che move la marea," "We are the moon that moves the tides, we will change the world with our ideas." We brew up a lovely magical cauldron a big pot full of water from sacred places and whatever else women want to add: rose petals, a hair or two, tobacco from a cigarette., that symbolize the visions we hold of a different world. Its a sweet, symbolic action not quite as satisfying, perhaps, as tearing the wall down, but empowering to the women who take part. The police are relaxed, these groups are clearly no threat to anyone. Monica negotiates with the police, and we are allowed to go up to the wall in small groups to pin up underwear(residents of the Red Zone were threatened with fines if they hung out their laundry during the G8apparently the site of washing might unnerve the delegates), banners, messages and spill our water under the fence. (Helicopters buzz the house as I write, the news is discussing violence and nonviolence in Italian, and I stretch my memory of high school French to ask one of the women staying here in a phrase we never covered, "How many people died today?" One, she tells me, and one is in the hospital in critical condition.) Then the Pink march arrives, trapped in a cross street by our march. We open a lane and let them through. They are delightful, mostly young,some all punked out in wildly colored hair or dreadlocks or bright pink wigs, drumming, dancing, cavorting through the crowd. They turn the corner and filter into the next square down the wall, only a short half-block from the street weve occupied. On our street, everyone is sitting peacefully and having lunch. I walk over to the Pink Block to see whatàs going on. I drum for a while with the accordion player. People are milling bouttheres nothing clear thatàs happening, when suddenly a line of police has blocked on of the exits. Dancing youth are wildly leaping and stomping in front of them, but thats all they are doing. Much of the Pink Bloc has moved on, they appear a block or two above the square, with the police now trapped between groups of Pink. I am just thinking that this is not a good situation when a tear gas cannister lands in front of me. I start to move away, back down to the street where the women are. <just a mild hit, I wash out my eyes, help a few others whose eyes are streaming and red. Lisa appears, and we go back for another look. This time the gas catches us in a bad situation, with the way back to the strteet blocked, and another exit up a staircase too full of bodies. I am getting hit heavily, my lungs and eyes burning but I remember that helpful hint from all the trainings we have done. I can breathe, I really can breathe, and fear is the most powerful weapon. Lisa has better eye protection, she takes my hand and leads me out. I wash them out again. This seems like a good moment to leave. I gather up whatàs left of the women, Lisa and others get the Pink Block together, I begin a drumbeat and we start up the street, which is also up a hill. The march feels poerful and joyful. We are retreating, but in a strong way, moving on to the next action, still together. The good feeling lasts until we reach the top of the hill. Somehow the Black Bloc have become trapped between the pacifist affinity groups and the police. Monica is on the cell phone, upset and tearful when she learns that the Black Bloc have trashed an old part of the city. "Its over," she says "after all our months of work! Lets go home." I am trying to find out what the women want to do: Lisa is trying to find out what the Pink Bloc wants to do, when suddenly massive amounts of tear gas fill the square. I am moving away from it, down a side street, trying to convince myself that I can breathe, when I notice that Im somehow in the midst of the Black Bloc. They run past me, younger, faster, much better equipped, and the police are behind them. I do not want to be here. Im fifty years old, and I was never very fast even when I was young. For the first time, I come close to panicking. But below is a side street, and the wind blows the gas away. I can breath. I duck down the alley. Like most of the streets in this hillside are, it winds around the side of ridge, with a sheer drop below, and snakes back to the main street. A small clump of Pink is sheltering there. I join them, we wait as the Black Block thunders by one street away. Lisa appears to tell us that the riot cops are coming up from below. Theyre beating people brutally. We check the exits, fearing weàre trapped, but suddenly the street we came in on is clear. I and a few others make a break for it, get across and head up a stairway on the other side. Lisa goes back to see if she can help move the others. Before she can, the police have found the alley. They beat people hard, going for the head. They beat pacifists who approach them with their hands up; they beat women. A battered crowd gathers on the stairs, moves up a level or two. I comfort a young man with a head wound, a woman who is crying, her thigh covered with the blood of her boyfriend who had been taken to the hospital. We are all shaken. Slowly, a pink contingent gathers on the stairs. We move up and up; in this part of town, half the streets are stairways that rise in endless zig zag flights. Below us, we see contingents of riot cops sweep the streets. The helicopter above move on, following the Black Bloc. Lisa is moving back and forth across the street and back to the square, checking out rumors, trying to figure out whats going on and where we might go. We eventually make our way back to the square. One of the women has been gassed so badly shes been vomiting, but she wants to stay. Another women from our contingent was hit in the head by a cop and taken to the hospital. A whole lot of people have been badly hurt, people who clearly and unmistakeably are not rock throwing, streetfighting yout, people who believed they were going to be in a peaceful and reasonably safe place. Lisa and I had done a training for the women, trying to give them some sense of what they jmight face on the streets from our experience in other actions. But theres no real way to prepare for a cop beating a peaceful, nonagressive, midde-aged woman on the head. The Pink Bloc begins a long journey back to the other side of town. Were joined by some of the others from the square and by some of the Italian Pacifist Affinity groups who have been trying to hold space on this side. As were trying to make our decision, with translation into English, Italian, Spanish and French, Some of the Black Bloc drifts up from below and asks if they can join us to make our common way to the bottom of the town. Some of the group are angry at the Bloc and unwilling to take the risk of joining with them or being associated with them. Others feel that we should hold solidarity with everyone, and not leave anyone vulnerable to the police. Eventually, the group offers to accept them if theyàll unmask and leave their sticks behind. They wont do that, they say we should each respect each others way of doing things, so theyll go down alone, letting us go first. Theres more, mostly a series of moments of being trapped in an intersetion here or a stairway there, but after around two or three hours we made it back to the convergence center. Im far too tired to make sense of this day right now, its all I can do to describe it, and its after midnight and people have to go to bed. Someone is dead, and the night is not over. --------
