Archive for October, 2021

Introducing ‘Distroism Now!,’ a New Monthly Podcast on It’s Going Down

Saturday, October 30th, 2021

Originally published by It’s Going Down on October 30, 2021


Distroism Now! is a new monthly podcast on It’s Going Down. Each episode is hosted by a different distro, and the style, length and content of each episode is whatever the hosts want it to be. At the end of each episode, the host nominates a new distro to do the next episode.

In this episode, Filler Distro tells a ghost story that Pittsburgh’s tried to bury beneath its bullshit progressive image, talks distroism with the Portland Litter Bloc, and bumps some of our favorite punk, hardcore, crust, and hip-hop tracks…among other things.


Smokey Island is on the left.

Original stream available on It’s Going Down

Stream on archive.org:


TRACKLIST

– Ghost Town – The Specials (1981)

The Specials – Ghost Town [Official HD Remastered Video] – YouTube

– Blinded by Power – Cop Problem, “S-T” (2012)

Self-Titled E.P. | cop problem (bandcamp.com)

– Wolf Dancin’ – Savage Fam (2020)

SAVAGE FAM: WOLF DANCIN ((Official Video)) – YouTube

– Eternal War – Storm of Sedition, “Howl of Dynamite” (2019)

Music | Storm of Sedition (bandcamp.com)

– Four Teeth – True Widow, “Circumambulation” (2013)

Circumambulation | True Widow (bandcamp.com)

– 5.45 – Gang of Four, “Entertainment!” ​​​​​(1979)

– Extinction – Existence, “Out of Time” (2018)

Existence – Out of Time | Existence | Blown Out Media (bandcamp.com)

– Insurrection – Conspiracy of Denial, “S-T” (2013)

Self Titled LP | Conspiracy Of Denial (bandcamp.com)

– Violencia en las Calles – Muro, “La Masacre Continua” (2021)

An anarcho-punk benefit compilation album that Chaos-T Records released a few months back. not only does this shit rip but all the proceeds from the album directly support anarchists on the ground in Colombia, so support our troops and go pick up the album. you can find a link to the bandcamp in the shownotes for this episode

The massacre continues V/A | CHAOSTRECORDS (bandcamp.com)

– First In, First Out – The Suburbanists, “Eat From The Tree” (2021)

Eat From The Tree | The Suburbanists

– Run it Up – Atlas Telamon (2020)

https://www.instagram.com/iamtelamon/

– alienate – fluoride, “disentanglement” (2019)

disentanglement | fluoride (bandcamp.com)

– Exempt – no right (2021)

Exempt | no right (bandcamp.com)

Fight or Die – Arid, “S-T” (2021)

ARID | ARID (bandcamp.com)


Further Reading / Sources in No Particular Order

  • https://historicaldilettante.blogspot.com/2016/05/things-that-arent-there-any-more.html
  • Legends & Lore of Western Pennsylvania By Thomas White
  • Kilbuck and Killbuck Island by Margaret Pearson Bothwell
  • Kleinberg, S. J. The Shadow of the Mills: Working-Class Families in Pittsburgh, 1870-1907. University of Pittsburgh Press, 1991.
  • The Historical Record, Volumes 2-3. Edited by Frederick Charles Johnson, Press of the Wilkes-Barre. Record, 1888.
  • Lubove. Twentieth-century Pittsburgh; Government, Business, and Environmental Change. New York: Wiley, 1969. 1-9.
  • “Carnegie Museum of Art Collection of Photographs.” Historic Pittsburgh,
    historicpittsburgh.org/islandora/search_collection/pitt:collection.36.
  • Krause, Paul L. “Patronage and Philanthropy in Industrial America: Andrew Carnegie and the Free Library in Braddock, Pa.” The Western Pennsylvania Historical Magazine , Apr. 1988.
  • Pierce, Edward. Pitt the Elder. Google Books,
    books.google.com/books?id=XfImNwMXDdoC&pg=PR7
  • Ayling, Stanley Edward (1976). The Elder Pitt, Earl of Chatham. New York: D. McKay
  • “Jeffrey Amherst and Smallpox Blankets.” Amherst and Smallpox, www.umass.edu/legal/derrico/amherst/lord_jeff.html.
  • “Case File Steelworker: Andrew (Henry) Striegel.” Labor Legacy Archive, University of Pittsburgh,
  • How It Might Should Be Done – Idris Robinson
  • The Devil’s Night:On the Ungovernable Spirit of Halloween

Just a Few Zine Distros/Archives we Print From, in No Order Whatsoever.

(Tor and vpn recommended, if your sketched by the content of an interesting PDF, you can try bypassing downloading the file straight from the site by preparing it for printing and then saving the print preview pdf.)

  • https://fillerpgh.wordpress.com/
  • https://actforfree.noblogs.org/
  • https://untorellipress.noblogs.org/
  • https://warriorpublications.wordpress.com/
  • https://www.littlemouse.fun/
  • https://theanarchistlibrary.org/special/index
  • https://uprising2020.noblogs.org/
  • https://warzonedistro.noblogs.org/
  • https://littleblackcart.com
  • https://nogods-nomasters.com/
  • https://counterflow.noblogs.org/
  • https://fugitive.keybase.pub//
  • https://1312press.noblogs.org/1312-published-titles/
  • https://azinelibrary.org/
  • https://mtlcounterinfo.org/
  • https://rosecitycounterinfo.noblogs.org/
  • https://anathema.noblogs.org/
  • https://www.sproutdistro.com/
  • https://enoughisenough14.org/
  • https://libcom.org/library/latest
  • https://freedomnews.org.uk/
  • https://crimethinc.com/
  • https://north-shore.info/
  • https://ftpdistro.noblogs.org/
  • https://pugetsoundanarchists.org/
  • https://civfucks.noblogs.org/

Format normal PDF for zine printing:
https://wieke.gitlab.io/bookletify/


*EDIT 11.11.21*

PARTIAL TRANSCRIPT:

intro:

  • That track was, of course, Ghost Town by The Specials. And yes, you guessed it, tonight’s show is gonna be all about getting you and your crew in the ungovernable halloween spirit.
  • Over the next hour we’ll be sharing some of the ghost stories that Pittsburgh’s tried to bury beneath its bullshit progressive image, talking distroism with the Portland Litter Bloc, and listening to some of our favorite punk, hardcore, crust, and hip-hop tracks…
    • because music is more important than reading theory ever will be
    • etsy banter idk
  • coming up next, we’ve got our all time favorite ghost story, but first, here’s a song by a philly crust band called Cop Problem
  • If anyone listening happens to knows someone who played in Cop Problem, could you do me a favor and tell them that the crimethinc zine they gave me at a show over a decade ago ruined my fucking life and that you heard it first on It’s Going Down.

Smoky Island (after the Cop Problem track, around the 8:20 mark)

In Pittsburgh there’s an area called the point where the Allegheny and Monongahela rivers converge into the Ohio.

It’s a pretty famous scenic view, and even if you’re not a tourist it can be nice to hang out and look up and around at the three converging river valleys surrounding you.

Sometimes when I’m at the point looking out at the Ohio River, I notice my gaze drifting to the right, over to the North Side. I catch it and wonder Why am I staring at the Science Center — it really isn’t that hot of a building, and so I try looking back out at the water. I blink and next thing you know I’m staring over at the north side again, this time at the casino.

I never really thought much about staring out that way until I started hearing stories about the island and what used to be there.

The island was a couple hundred yards out to the northeast side of the point. It was a little wooded patch of land that rested about 70 yards from the north side, leaning a quarter mile into the Allegheny and maybe a football field wide. The island’s most striking feature was its great hill, a small space on the upper end that was oddly clear of most foliage except overgrown grass.

When british forces came to the point to attempt capture of Fort Duquesne in 1755, the Delaware and Shawnee people held their war council on the island. After the battle of Monongahela, the native warriors returned to the island with prisoners. While we can assume most surviving accounts have been embellished to dehumanize the indigenous people and advance a colonial agenda, we can also acknowledge the validity of all forms of native resistance to colonization and genocide. 

The Delaware and Shawnee warriors are said to have tortured and burned the captured colonizers alive in great bonfires atop the island’s hill, in full view of Fort Duquesne. At night, the fires reflected brigthly across the surface of the Allegheny, and some records claim the tortured screams kept soldiers awake until morning. When day finally broke, the soldiers did their best to keep their eyes from wandering over to the plumes of smoke rising above the island. Settler legends claim that the island was known to native tribes as the Dark Place, because they only gathered on the island to channel spirits of war against the encroaching civilization. To the settlers themselves, the little strip of land was known simply as Smokey Island.

After the Seven Years’ War, Fort Duquesne fell to the English and became Fort Pitt, and the city of Pittsburgh began to take form. But even before the war between colonizers came to a close, many native peoples recognized that the moment offered an opportunity to strike back in the war for their land.The region remained a hotbed for indigenous insurgency for years to come, and Smokey Island became an essential part of the insurgent’s strategy –  especially during Pontiac’s Rebellion. From the perspective of Fort Pitt on the point, the island’s hilltop functioned as a natural blind spot. For Native warriors advancing from the North Side, Smokey Island served as a critical staging ground for hit and run raids against Fort Pitt.

As word spread and new native uprisings gained steam, what settler’s initially dismissed as Pontiac’s conspiracy grew into a full-blown insurrection, an insurrection that many historians believe could have pushed the English all the way back to Philadelphia, if it weren’t for the tragedy at Fort Pitt.

Under the command of Colonel Henry Bouqet, the besieged English forces at Fort Pitt called parlay rather than admit defeat (pirates of the carribean sample), They requested the Delewares send two representatives into the fort so that they could begin negotiations. On June 24, 1763, colonial forces provided the native delegates with two blankets and a handkerchief. The ensuing smallpox outbreak was, in a word, genocidal.

After the revolutionary war, colonizers tried to solve the problem of this eerie, still undomesticated island by giving it as a gift to Chief Killbuck of the Delaware. Naturally, they did so without transferring any legal titles of ownership in his name. Chief Killbuck was quickly chased off his land by his settler neighbors, but, for a time, local authorities referred to the strip of land as Killbuck’s Island, perhaps hoping its nickname would soon be forgotten. This would not be the case.

The island remained relatively untouched by settlers until the year 1818, when David Morgan and his family built a small cabin on the land. Morgan had considered settling there for some time, but his family was hard to convince. The first few nights they camped out on the island in 1817, his family was frightened by, as he put it, “the melancholy cry of the loon sporting in the waters of the Allegheny, by owl hoots, and by other weird sounds.”

Eventually, Morgan convinced his wife and four kids there was nothing to fear, and the family lived happily on Killbuck Island for some time. That is until one autumn evening in 1820. After putting their children to bed, Morgan and his wife rowed their little boat to the mainland to enjoy a night out with some neighbors on the mainland. At some point in the night Mrs. Morgan heard faint screams coming from the direction of the Allegheny. She shot up and ran outside, her husband and friends not far behind. In the distance, a great bonfire once again lit the sky around Smokey Island. By the time they made it back, flames had already devoured the Morgan family home. All four children were burned alive, the fire’s cause unknown.

Ownership of Smokey Island continued changing hands until 1874, when leading citizens of Allegheny County announced plans to build [quote]  “a permanent exposition of the arts, sciences and industries of Western Pennsylvania.” [end quote] Construction for the Tradesmen’s Industrial Institute began shortly after. The project was massive, representing the first major cultural site of its kind in the region. In 1877 the hall came under the auspices of the newly-formed Pittsburgh Exposition Society, and was expanded to one thousand feet long and one hundred fifty feet wide. If the Tradesmen’s Industrial Institute were still standing today, the building’s size and glamor would rival the Carnegie Museum of Natural History.

In October, 1883, the Pittsburgh Exposition Society planned to host one of the largest industrial expositions in history. The exposition society modeled their event after the World’s Fair, and invited companies from all over the world to showcase the latest in labor-saving technology. Wealthy socialites and industrialists from far and wide travelled to Pittsburgh to attend. But sometime in the night of October 2nd, 1883, the Tradesmen’s Industrial Institute mysteriously burned to the ground. Damage estimates were in excess of $1,000,000… in 1883 money. The inflation calculator only goes back to 1903, so today that’s in the ballpark of $30,000,000. The exact cause of the fire was never determined.

Oh hey, funny coincidence – did you know the International Workingmen’s Association, better known as the anarchist black international, held one of their first conferences in Pittsburgh’s Northside… in October 1883? >=]

There used to be an island where the waters of the Allegheny, Monongahela, and Ohio meet. And for over a hundred years, this island haunted the colonizers and capitalists who tried to claim it. 

The mysterious destruction of the Industrial Institute dominated newspaper headlines in October, 1883. Meanwhile, a few hundred yards from Smokey Island, the black international debated the first manifesto of the global anarchist movement, or The Pittsburgh Proclamation, as the document came to be known. quote:

What we would achieve is, therefore, plainly and simply:

First: Destruction of the existing class rule, by all means, i.e., by energetic, relentless, revolutionary, and international action.

Second: Establishment of a free society based on co-operative means of production.

That last great bonfire in October 1883 would prove to be Smokey Island’s final performance. Throughout gilded age, the 70-yard channel seperating this defiant little island from the North Side became a dumping ground for industrial waste, and in 1883 it was already rapidly accumulating enough junk and soil to fill the entire gap. By the turn of the twentieth century, Smokey Island was completely landlocked.

Today, few remember the story of Pittsburgh’s lost island. That’s because they tried to bury it in concrete.

The Frick Fine Arts Center, Phipps Conservatory, all that shit Carnegie slapped his name on—these monuments define Pittsburgh’s historical memory and cultural identity. They function like religious sites, attaching explanations of modern life to the skyline itself. The downtown courthouse, the symbolic center of law and order, is built upon the flattened earth of a sacred Adena burial mound. Bouquet Street in Oakland is named for Henry Bouquet, the man who gave smallpox-infected blankets to the Delaware during the siege of Fort Pitt.

But Smokey Island is still there, beneath the Carnegie Science Center, beneath the casino parking lot.

(section after The Suburbanists album review banter, at about 1:00:00)

For many of us, there’s always been something different about the month of October. But as we get older, it can get harder and harder to discern anything tangible to justify that feeling. And so it fades with each passing year.

The historical fact that mischief, bonfires, and the blurring of identities have remained central to Halloween’s character for over two millennia speaks to something deeply desirable about gathering communally and burning away the old world together.

If you feel like your losing some connection with this time of year, it’s not just you. We are living in the 3rd wave of an anti-halloween counterinsurgency.

Nah but for real though. If you want to read more on the ungovernable spirit of Halloween, check out a zine called The Devil’s Night – a link to the pdf is included in the shownotes.

https://www.sproutdistro.com/2017/11/06/zines-october-2017

The Devil’s Night traces halloween’s insurgent legacy, from its origins in the dark ages to the recurring arson sprees that rocked Detroit for decades after the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. in 1968.

after the Atlas Telamon track, around 1:07:00

It’s rare to really get a chance to slow down and think about the place you live, how it’s changing, how it’s navigated, how the past is always present.
And when you do, some things are just pretty fucking obvious.
Oakland isn’t just Pittsburgh’s college town anymore.
The jags are spelling it out for us…

https://innovatepgh.com/ sample from this progressive propaganda

Around the turn of the twentieth century, over 500 perished in the factories each year.
Their families rarely received compensation, and their coworkers were pretty unfazed.
Historian Roy Lubove noted that, quote “Few communities were so often compared to hell.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUUpWo04u9k
[first few sentences sampled… maybe bit about universities towards end]

If you’ve ever seen old photos of Pittsburgh, you’ll notice that even the streetlights worked overtime,
pulling a double shift to cut through the smog.
They shone day and night like they were fucking lighthouses, but for cars and pedestrians.
On days when the pollution completely blacked out the sun, only the din of the steel furnaces lit up the sky as the soot and ash pluming from the smokestacks crackled with molten metal. Kind of like a thunderstorm, but forever.

The progressive narrative is the lynchpin of their strategy. This narrative functions to reimagine all social conflict as two differing visions of progress that will gradually compromise to build the city we live in today, together. It’s the narrative built into the foundations of all their museums, monuments, statues, libraries, factories and schools. It’s how their version of local history can explain away unforgettable moments from the first industrial revolution, like the Battle of Homestead, and somehow avoid mentioning the key fucking issue, which is that entire era of history’s contradictions were never resolved. The ruling class wants us to forget that they transformed Pittsburgh into a literal hell on earth so that they could hoard previously unimaginable amounts of wealth, and these disparities in wealth and power continue to grow to this day.

And guess what. Take a look around.

The smart city they are building may look all fancy and new and shit, but their sleek new economy promises the same old hell.

Today, the historically Black and working class community of East Liberty is rapidly being gentrified. Walnut Capital’s Bakery Square in East Liberty is where tech giants like Google are now rolling out the new company town.

But this time it’s green. This time it’s diverse. Pittsburgh is a progressive town.

We’re in the 4th industrial revolution, we’re in the climate collapse, we’re in the combination 4th industrial revolution climate collapse. The jags are doing it all over again. 


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New Issue of ‘Occupy Pittsburgh Now’ – October, 2021

Friday, October 29th, 2021

Occupy Pittsburgh Now just dropped a new issue.

PDF available HERE.


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Ohio Valley Environmental Resistance: Plastic for Lunch at the City-County Building

Friday, October 29th, 2021

Submission from Ohio Valley Environmental Resistance (OVER) received on 10.29.21


EATING PLASTIC TRASH TO CONNECT WITH LIFE
Resisting the Settler Habit of Running Away through Ritual

The Ohio Valley Environmental Resistance (OVER), made up of climate justice activists from around southwestern Pennsylvania / occupied Haudenosaunee lands, held a public spiritual ceremony at the City-County Building, Pittsburgh, PA, 15219 on Saturday, October 23rd, to call attention to the pain and suffering that plastic pollution is currently causing, and to bring attention to how the Shell Ethane Cracker Plant, which will create 1 million metric tons of new plastic every year in the southwestern Pennsylvania region. The ritual began at noon and was called “Plastic for Lunch.”

About 12 people entered a sacred circle, sang songs about our connectedness to the Earth, gave testimony about how plastic pollution affects them, and at the height of the ritual, we ate small pieces of plastic called “nurdles,” a similar product to what the Shell Ethane Cracker Plant will produce.

We ate pieces of trash made with chemicals that are likely carcinogenic, pieces of corrupted molecules that are suspected of causing the gradual sterilization of people with y chormozomes without their consent, pieces of plastic that sicken and kill living beings throughout the world, and we did it with reverence. Plastic was our profane sacrament, our eucharist befouled. 

A refrain sounded through the domes of the public hall: “What happens to the land happens to me.

“What happens to the water happens to me.”

“What happens to the air happens to me.”

It happens to you.

=======================================================================================

“We are part of the ecosystem. We cannot escape it.” — Officiant during the Concluding Rites

People who look like me and the other participants in this ritual were the children of settlers from the continent of Europe. While there are exceptions, for the most part our ancestors fled their homelands of their own volition. The dominant/white/settler culture’s myth goes that they fled out of religious or political persecution. 

Resources were running low. Nobility and royals hoarded material goods. The poor roiled with deep hunger, exhaustion, and boiling rage. Those who could afford to buy a ticket on a boat to cross the Atlantic did so. 

Leave it to burn. Break your ties. Forego your obligations. Let other fix all the problems you leave behind.
~~~



I have heard people talk about “getting out of this place” for my entire life. They want to get away from the country. They want to get away from the city. They want to get away from their blood families. They want to get away from poor employment or educational opportunities. They want to get away from this or that region, from this or that climate, from blighted neighborhoods. 

Sometimes they talk of starting up communes or eco-villages, living in harmony with the natural world, somewhere far, far away from the toxic dump they currently deign to inhabit.

Someone else can deal with this.You are not rooted in place.You can leave.You can start again. And again and again and again.Just pick up and leave it all.You have no obligation to this place.
~~~


I have a foot in the new age world. Within that subculture, there is much talk about raising one’s vibration, about ascending into the 5th dimension, about communicating with the higher self and higher astral/extraterrestrial/dimensional beings and heavenly realms, and higher this and higher that…

High above the Earth and its problems.

Away from the physical, away from the soil, the flesh, the filth, the baseborn mess of this world. Away from the confusion and terrors that the lowly beings of this world offer.

Away from limits. 

Why worry about this place when you can transcend it all?You can’t possibly be this place. You can’t possibly share this place’s fate. You have better things ahead than a place like this.

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“If the elements that give us life are poisoned, if our kin, the non-human animals and plants are poisoned, then we are also poisoned.” — Officiant during the Statement of Intention

Settler culture is a culture of running away. If the land is too desecrated to grow food, if the forests have all been cut down, if the water is too fouled to drink, settler culture tells us that it is acceptable to just run away from those problems and then recreate them somewhere else. Settler culture teaches us to dissociate from what is happening to the physical world. It teaches us the we are somehow “above” the very elements that make up our bodies and nourish us. The settler culture is expressing itself in new ways through the hype to colonize Mars and to become further enmeshed with high technology. Instead of accepting that our fates are tied to a living planet and accepting the responsibility that such a fact entails, we can just blast off into space. We can just upload our minds into the Cloud. We can just run away again.

As I took part in OVER’s ritual and ate plastic, these thoughts came to me.

I didn’t want to ascend. I didn’t want to go to heaven. I didn’t want to commune with otherworldly beings, or detox myself from dangerous chemicals, or hole myself up in an eco-village that shunned all but the purest of everything. I didn’t want to rise above anything or find a place that matched my fucking personal brand.

I wanted to sink down. I wanted the dark. I wanted to cover myself in the same industrial waste that my plant and non-human animal relatives were subjected to. I wanted to feel what they felt. I wanted more than to be a caretaker or a steward. I wanted to be among them as they are among each other. 

Suddenly, my obligations became clear. Within the numb haze of isolation that so many people who look like me experience, a rickety bridge appeared. The plastic filth, the fracking waste, the heavy metals, and the smog are part of my ecosystem. And I am part of the ecosystem. I cannot escape it, no matter how much I run away. All of those things that we claim to revile, those things come from the settler culture. Those things areus.

I wish to break an ancestral curse. When the infernal nightmare of settler culture, the culture I was indoctrinated in, widens its gape into the Abyss, I will not run away. Not this time. Let me eat plastic with the deer. Let me breathe poisoned air with the walnut trees. Let me drink water clouded with fracking waste with the ducks. Let me face myself and the culture that shaped me, head on.

The ritual that OVER designed certainly was to call attention to Shell’s plastic death factory in Monaca, PA, and to emphasize the suffering that plastic pollution causes. There was also a covert message we wanted to convey to the world and to our own selves:   

No more running away.


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We Don’t Dial 911 in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood

Thursday, October 21st, 2021

PDF download: https://archive.org/details/rogers-poster

We were inspired by the posters going up around town, and so we printed another design. Email us if you want a stack for distro.

Formatted for 11.5×17 tabloid size paper.

~ RIP Jim Rogers ~

On October 13, several Pittsburgh police officers responded to a call about a possible bike theft in Bloomfield. According to neighbors, Jim Rogers rode a bike that was sitting on a neighbor’s lawn, returned it, then smoked a cigarette on a porch. Neighbors say the bike had been for sale and sitting outside for some time, although the sign was recently removed after the kid’s mother had previously stated, “If anybody wants it, just take it.”1

When police arrived, they attempted to arrest Mr. Rogers, who disagreed with the premise of an arrest-able offense and did not comply with the officers’ commands. Neighbors then witnessed officers use a Taser on Mr. Rogers three times. Jim Rogers died in the hospital shortly after. He was 54-years-old.

Let’s make Bloomfield a neighborhood that calls our friends, our neighbors, and our community organizations first. Strong communities don’t need to call the police because a Black man is riding a bike.

1Direct quotation sourced from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

ORGANIZATIONS TO CALL INSTEAD OF 911 CAN BE FOUND AT WhoToCallPGH.COM

We keep us safe. It’s 1312 in 412.


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PITTSBURGH: September Autonomous Actions Rundown

Saturday, October 2nd, 2021

The following report-backs were sent in to Filler throughout September, 2021.

Each report is autonomous, meaning that it only represents the ideas and actions of the author(s). This rundown is comprised entirely of submissions and is not meant to be a definitive list of recent autonomous action. All reports were sent in anonymously. Dates represent the day that the report was received, and not necessarily the day the action took place.


09.02.21

On Saturday August 28th, Pittsburgh protesters occupied the area outside the home of Allegheny County Executive Rich Fitzgerald in Squirrel Hill for most of the day to call for his resignation.”

Read the full report HERE.

09.11.21

“We wanted to test out a few methods for slashing tires, and so we went on a walk. We dressed in grey bloc, avoided main streets, left our phones behind, and enjoyed a meandering route. We targeted a CMU vehicle, a gentrifying developer’s vehicle, a corporate vehicle, and a good number of those stupid scooter things cause theyre not funny and it pisses us off that their cutting public transit in favor of “green” individualized data mining operations (btw the alarms went off on all of the scooters)

Theres two methods we liked best. First, the quick intuitive method which is just taking a knife and quickly slashing- grip so your thumb is over the hilt, thrust into the side of the tire not the top, then quickly drag in the direction of the sharp end of the blade. Keep your head away cause that burst of air is loud af. Second, the quiet and discreet method which is to puncture with an awl. Takes a while to deflate if you do it right, which means the release of air is much quieter. Punctured tires can be patched though so keep that in mind.

We know this shit isn’t going to make much of a difference politically or whatever. But we learned a lot about how we operate together, practiced a bit of sabotage, had some fun and got a workout in. Maybe someday we’ll do this again as part of a long term strategy or whatever but for now it sure as hell beats netflix.

– some dumb kids”

09.13.21

“An autonomous delivery robot got got. It was one of those stupid looking ones that makes faces and has some dude with an ipad following it from a block away, he was too far away to do shit about it lol.”

09.20.21

“Your chairman sucks and so does your wheatpasting. Fuck authoritarians.”

[An editorial note for context: Flyers promoting a demonstration commemorating the life of Shining Path’s leader, Chairman Gonzalo, were torn down around Pittsburgh. The legacy of Shining Path is homophobia, indiscriminate violence, punitive “justice,” simultaneous prohibition & drug trafficking. Filler agrees with the author of this brief report: the legacy of Shining Path has no home in Pittsburgh. We can still empathize, because no one should die in prison. That being said, anarchists should translate this sentiment into abolitionist action, and not into a fencewalker’s “Left unity” that would have us ignore the real political differences that we have with authoritarian communists.]

09.23.21

Early in the morning of September 23rd, an autonomous activist dropped a banner off of the overpass along Tripoli Street. The banner was made to express solidarity with the climate strike happening on Friday, September 24th. Kill the cop/boss/principal in your head and stop participating in capitalist endevours for a day. Stop being complicit in the destruction of our only home; join the strike!

09.30.21

Some time early one morning, an autonomous person or group of persons dropped a banner on the fence of the ball field along Liberty Avenue. The banner reads “Fitzgerald Must Resign.” To the sides of the text are two red circles with a line that crosses out the words “Petro” and “Jail.” 

The banner was hung as a sign of solidarity and encouragement for the recent collaborative efforts between local prison abolitionists and anti-petro activists to hold Allegheny County Executive Rich Fitzgerald accountable. Fitzgerald has been negligent in his responsibilites to the Allegheny County Jail (ACJ), where three people recently died and torture continues to take place. Fitzgerald has not been attending Jail Oversight Board meetings, as his position requires of him. He has the power to stop many of the heinous acts happening at ACJ. Yet, he does not.

Fitzgerald has also actively encouraged environmental violence to be inflicted upon the residents of the Southwestern PA region by championing fracking and petrochemical facilities. Both industrial practices infringe upon our basic human rights to clean water and living spaces that are free from toxic substances. Fitzgerald’s greed-fueled deeds can also be extrapolated to the entire human population as fracking and petrochemical facilities substaintially contribute to the climate crisis.

For these reasons, Pittsburgh activists are calling for the resignation of Rich Fitzgerald. His harmful (in)actions have proven him to be unfit for the position of power he holds and unfit to hold any future positions of power.


Editorial side note / Filler Distro updates: Lately the distro crew has been busy with tabling and printing, so we haven’t been as active with Filler‘s web presence. As a result we haven’t been publishing all of the reports that we’ve received, but this rundown should catch us up. If you sent in a submission and are still waiting for us to publish it or reply, don’t hesitate to reach out and be like “yo what the hell is taking you posers so long” because chances are we either missed it or forgot. Thanks for your patience.

We’ve been distributing regional autonomous/anarchist news, ideas, music, zines and counter-information since 2012, but Filler Distro still isn’t an “organization.” So please keep in mind that we’re just an informal affinity group / network that does Filler (printing/formating zines, tabling, filling mail-orders, reading and study groups, publishing reports on the website, tweeting dumb shit, etc.) whenever we get around to it. Fuck work, fuck professionalism.

Also, we are aware of the situation with protonmail. For the time being, we will be continuing to use protonmail as our primary public email address. Filler does not retain any records or metadata of the original submissions that we receive via protonmail, except in cases of correspondence with zine authors. That being said, we encourage all potential contributors to consider their individual threat models before submitting their content to us.


You can send your report-backs, zine submissions, critiques, graffiti/action photos, demo tapes, hate mail, & memes to…

Filler_PGH@protonmail.com

We’ll try to get back to you in a reasonable amount of punk time.

Send reports in email form, as an attachment, or better yet, on an easy to use (and free) Riseup Pad or CryptPad.