A man with a brilliantly embroidered waistcoat and a green scarf around his waist stood atop a small grassy hillock in southern France. Surrounding him were a group of other young men with slightly less impressive waistcoats but all with this green scarf around their waists. Besides the first man another knelt, his hands tied and a sack over his head. The odd whimper came out every now and again.
"Too long have the Occitan peoples stood under the tyrannical yoke of the bourgeoisie. Too long have they worked tirelessly in the fields and factories, in the schools and the theaters only to have the very sweat plucked from their brows by a caste of malign capitalists and bankers whose only goal is to exploit the good people of Occitania and grow fat of Occitan work.
"Our brothers in Paris tried many times to push off the oppression of capitalism. Their stories are repeated over and over again, how they stood at the barricades and left their previous lives behind, giving all so that the poor can have hope. But the Bankers had the support of the French army, the bankers had the support of violence and hatred. So our Parisian brothers fell one by one staining the streets with the same red of the banner they fought under.
"They failed to wrest control from the oppressive, as shall we if we do not stand together in unity, fraternity and equality! Fight for our liberty, fight for the liberty of the poor and the oppressed, fight for the liberty of your children and their children. Fight for the liberty of all the Children of the Occitan.
"Fight with me, to be the parents of a new age; an age where the values of Liberty, Equality and Fraternity are held high and not pushed aside on the whim of the banks, not torn down by the bourgeois factory owners and not held in the gutter by a state run by the rich.
"Today the Occitan people will grow, fight and build a new paradise in these rolling verdant hills. For Liberty! For Fraternity! And For Equality!"
Cheers arose throughout the small assembly. Someone produced a flag, a green flag with the Occitan cross in one corner and a coat of arms bearing a Marmot in the middle. The cheers grew even louder as the flag was waving around. So much so that it almost smothered the harsh sound that followed...
The first man knelt down to the tied man as the crowd was still cheering at the flag. He pulled off the sack revealing a terrified looking man in his mid 40s with a small beard and wearing expensive clothing. "Do you know who I am?" the first man asked. The tied one shook his head. "I said do you know who I am?" The first man shouted. The kneeling man whimpered a response.
The first man continued "Because I know who you are... You're Claude Mateiu, born in Paris, you're in charge of the majority of Banking in Occitania, you own factories, you own schools and businesses and you run them all like the filthy capitalist you are.
"Claude Mateiu, do you know who I am?" The first man stood up, pulled a pistol out of his pocket and pointed it at the whimpering Mateiu. "My name is Anthoni de Guaimont, and this is the last thing you'll ever hear..."
The crack of the pistol was almost drowned out by the people, still cheering the brave green flag.
Almost...
The Occitan Peoples Revolutionary Society
A Socialist Revolutionary Club of Communards fighting for Occitan independence and Socialism in Occitania and France.
It desires independence for all Occitan areas including areas in Spain and Italy.
It bases much of its ideology and methods on the Revolutionaries of Paris during the 19th century.
Lead by Anthoni de Guaimont
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