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There’s been a lot of talk about wasted lives, referring to the six dead bodies of our comrades ans to Tania, telco and myself. The ironies of racist, fascist Amerikkka are once again reflected with stekenitng remincer. ‘There are no editorials written for the wasted lives of the brothers and sisters daily gunned down in the streets and prisons. The presont uproar of white Amerikkka over the fate of Patty Hearst was barely a murmur, as hundreds of voung men mostly Black and Brown, went off to die in Vietnam, Cur past as middle class white Amerikkkans was meaningless, It was truly wasted potential, filled with desparate pessimism thet could feel the emptiness of capitalist Amerikkka even befors we could understand it. Our lives now are not easy of full of joy. We may die. But our lives are real, because we see the truth and the future, Right now the people ere igniting the spark of a great prairie fire, and the fire-fighters will scon ‘be helpless against the freedom fighters because the flames wilt beofabothelpe and deadly for their woak will to endure, ané thair - evil sptrit will die with them in the ashes. Onee again, my love to all the comrades. TASH Greatings to the people, This is Pania. I want to talk about the wav I knew our six murdered comrades because the esi: eS vig media haa, of course, been rainting a typically distort<es picture of these beautiful sisters and brothers. Kahjoh was the gentlest, most beautiful man I've ever known. He taught me the truth as he learned it from the beautiful bro- thers in Galifornia’s concentration camps, We loved each other | so much, and his love for the people was ep deep that he was willing to give his life for them, The name Kahjoh means “unconquerabdic ." It was the perfect name for him. Kahjoh conquered life as well ag death by faetng them both and fighting, Neither Kahgoh or I had ever loved an individual the way we loved each othsr, pro- bably because our releticnship wasn't based on bourgeois, fusked . Up Values, attitudes and goals. Our relationship’s foundation was cur commitment to the struggle and our love for the people. its because of this that I still feel strong and determined to ght o I vas ripped by the pigs when they murdered Kahjoh, ripped off in the same way that thousands of sisters am brothers in thie fascist sountry have been ripped off from people they loves, oO mourn together, and the sound of gunfire beoomes sweeter, Gelina was beautiful, Firs and joy. She exploded with the desire to kill the pigs, ‘She wrote peetry -- some of it on the walle of Golden Gate, all of it in the LA pig files now -- that expresses how she felt. She loved the psople more than hsr love for any one person or material comfort, and she never let her mind rest from the strategies that are the blocd of revolution.