The insidious masquerade of European liberalism has, for years now, sunk its parasitic fangs into the working communities of the western Medterranean, injecting the deadly venom of capital controls and extracting the life blood of those communities' labor. In France, these excesses are storied. In Iberia they went unnoticed until happy accident exposed the machinations of the forces of reaction.
The willingness to be blind motivated the European elite to ignore what was an unfortunate spate of excesses in Iberia. Businesses unburdened by law and order, operating safely from pirates' havens in Sicily and Napoli, have added to their schemes the indignation of the Spanish proletariat, whom they have ground underboot and subjected to inhumane conditions in mines and plantations, kept in line by their trained thugs and dogs. In Iberia, now, those same criminal syndicates sought to conspire with the interests of bourgeois nationalists to restore a moral face to their soulless regime with crowns and scepters.
It was this indiscretion that has now ultimately served to remind them that the clock cannot be turned back on the revolution. No sooner did this plot come to light than the Spaniards themselves, taking matters into their own hands from Seville to Valencia to Barcelona, rallied together in the town halls of the working classes - the invisible heart of every community, whose beating soul is imperceptible to the cold eye of capitalism, pounding with vigor anew and mobilizing the spirit of the future to defend the Republic from its final indignation.
No working man with dignity, love for his brothers and sisters, and the courage and integrity to stand alongside his comrades can allow this insult to go unanswered. Every soul in Europe that aspires to the shining light of freedom must raise the colors of Iberia in their home, the colors of a Republic whose laborers chafe under the sinister machines of imperialism and big capital. They must also steel themselves for the future, as the first salvo of reaction is always the most timid, no matter how blunt and destructive it seems to be. That is because reaction does not truly understand what it is fighting. It sees an animal that it feels at duty to tame, what is actually the central organ of human civilization. As they struggle to snuff our flame, they will struggle ever-harder to douse it, to drown it, perhaps even to flood it, destroying itself in the process. Revolution is a flame, indeed - a flame that is kindled upon the soul of mankind. Every effort they undertake to undermine and divide will serve them nothing, for the ranks of the working classes are infinitely replenished by capitalism’s own voracious hunger. This, we know: that they are battling against the curve of history.
We are workers united. Our brothers and sisters in Iberia, we say to you: you shall not be taken by the darkness, not without your comrades at your side.
Long live the Republic of Iberia.
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