I wrote this into respons of what goes around and with me on the zad. Everyone has his reality, bagage to care and fights to fight. This is how i ’sea’ change.
i see this dark and twisted society
created by a manipulating minority
and accepted by a blindfolded majority
that is supporting this grotesque insanity
under control of powerful illusions and feared brutality
they are silently receiving shiny objects for their slavery
automatically forced to kill themselfs by corrupting their (...)
|
This text is the work of a few people from the ZAD who were present at some of the clashes with the police. It is an analysis of our experiences, and aims to both inform all those who are willing to come to help us defend our home, and also to share experiences of many people resisting police operations in one place. We hope it will help all those who do not have very much experience of this kind of thing to be better prepared to cope with the violence of the state, and especially to more (...)
|
|
|
Selected texts translated from Lèse Béton, a publication from the ZAD, 2010-2012, exploring the history and context of Europe`s largest land defense struggle. The zine’s two introductions, one by the translator and one by the original creators of Lèse-Béton are reproduced below. For Those Who Don Know: Translator’s introduction
The Zone à Défendre, or the ZAD, is an area of about 2000 hectares in western France, near Nantes, in the town of Notre-Dame-Des-Landes. Since the 1970’s, elites in the (...)
|
La ZAD is not a story that is told, it is a story that is lived.
You are sleeping, this is a dream.
After an hour and a half on the road, we arrive at Notre-Dame-des-Landes. We park in a small parking lot, across from the town hall. A graffitied road sign loudly proclaims “ZAD”; we are not very far.
If, regarding urbanisation, the acronym ZAD means “Zone d’Amenagement Differé”(Zone of Deferred Development), for us it takes different meanings. The 2000 hectares upon which Vinci plans to (...)
|
Last March, my uncle passed on after a long sickness; “c’était un chic type”; before he died, he expressed his desire to pass on to me his accordion, which had accompanied him for a long time, and his wish that I play the day of his funeral a waltz that he would especially appreciate.
Some months later, I made the important encounter of four zadistes, one of whom, G, was an accordionist. On the 17th November, the evening of the demonstration that brought together 40,000 people, I was (...)
|
About the struggle in Notre Dame (des Landes) and its forms: test of perspective
The situation : An airport project is threatening a territory rich in biodiversity, enhanced by generations of farmers, who begins the struggle against this project. Some farmers, some persons continu to live and settle on the area.
On invitations from the previous ones, some abandoned houses, land left fallow are occupied and cultured, some constructions are made, par young and less young persons, with life (...)
|
For three years, activists, farmers and local residents of the ZAD (Zone d’Aménagement Différé - Deferred Development Zone) have been resisting the development of an international airport in Notre-Dame-des-Landes in Western France by occupying land expropriated by the state on behalf of the Vinci Corporation. The zadistas rebaptized the ZAD Zone à Défendre (Zone to be Defended), moved into abandoned homes, self-built houses or cabins, and have been using these 2000 hectares of wetlands (...)
|
We, the evicted and those threatened by eviction, inhabitants resisting the airport project and its world, want to thank you.
To thank you for coming from the neighboring villages of Vigneux and from Turin, from Rennes and from Brussels to participate in this struggle today to rebuild together the material basis necessary to continue resistance on this land.
To thank you for having made this struggle your own, by organizing gatherings, by wheat-pasting, by holding meetings in your (...)
|
Hawk? Handsaw? Who knows?
I do like living in France. Adopting the mental pose of a curious anthropologist studying in wonderment the hidden codes of the natives is a remarkable aid to sanity. When things don’t seem to be going my way, I relax and content myself with noting the difference in our assumptions. Culture is, after all, just a convention of shared madnesses. Vive la difference! But this relaxed attitude slips a little when I contemplate the issue of the proposed airport at (...)
|