We Remember. We Organize. We Rise.
Haymarket. Everett. Lawrence. Minneapolis.
These aren't just names. They're fault lines in the crust of empire—moments when working people struck the ground hard enough to make it shake...
We Remember. We Organize. We Rise.
Haymarket. Everett. Lawrence. Minneapolis.
These aren’t just names. They’re fault lines in the crust of empire—moments when working people struck the ground hard enough to make it shake.
Haymarket (Chicago, 1886) the state hung innocent people because they dared to dream of an eight-hour work day.
Everett (Washington, 1916), Police open fire on peaceful organizers to protect a robber baron’s wallet.
In Lawrence (Massachusetts, 1912) immigrant women and children refused to starve in silence, marching for not just for bread but the right to thrive
In Minneapolis (Minnesota, 1934) we saw truckers form barricades, fly pickets, and take back the streets from business as usual.
These weren’t accidents. They were blueprints.
We live in another age of exploitation wrapped in polite language.
Wages are stolen. Rent is extortion. Rights are eroded. Fascists crawl out of the shadows and into city councils.
And still, they tell us to be patient.
But the clock ran out a long time ago.
We don’t need heroes.
We need crews.
We need sabotage cats and resident rats and ordinary people with claws.
We need strike committees, mutual aid pods, whispers in break rooms, and shouts in the street.
We don’t need permission.
We need each other.
The AUFS exists for this moment.
We’re not a think tank. We’re not a hashtag. We’re a signal flare in the dark.
If you’re ready to build something beautiful and ungovernable you’re in the right place.