Margaret Killjoy

In that dream, someone who wasn't on either side stood up to give a speech, but too near an open flame and his clothes caught fire. Us anarchists, again, I'm talking about my dream here. Us anarchists rushed to help him while the cops stared on with blank stares. We beat out the flames and held his burned body while the cops stared on with blank stares.

We screamed for someone to call an ambulance while the cops stared on with blank stares. I like when my dreams lend themselves to obvious symbolism, in this moment where the apparatus of the state is content to let all of us burn, whether in the fires of fascism or the fires of climate change. But I woke up disturbed nonetheless, with the sun barely over the horizon.

We screamed for someone to call an ambulance while the cops stared on with blank stares. I like when my dreams lend themselves to obvious symbolism, in this moment where the apparatus of the state is content to let all of us burn, whether in the fires of fascism or the fires of climate change. But I woke up disturbed nonetheless, with the sun barely over the horizon.

We screamed for someone to call an ambulance while the cops stared on with blank stares. I like when my dreams lend themselves to obvious symbolism, in this moment where the apparatus of the state is content to let all of us burn, whether in the fires of fascism or the fires of climate change. But I woke up disturbed nonetheless, with the sun barely over the horizon.

I ate a quick breakfast and I drove the rest of the way up to the actual courthouse and the actual trial. Fortunately, at the actual thing, no one caught fire. I parked on a nearby street and made my way to the courthouse. I didn't accidentally bring a pocket knife, which is easy for me to do since I usually have three on me because I am a totally normal human.

I ate a quick breakfast and I drove the rest of the way up to the actual courthouse and the actual trial. Fortunately, at the actual thing, no one caught fire. I parked on a nearby street and made my way to the courthouse. I didn't accidentally bring a pocket knife, which is easy for me to do since I usually have three on me because I am a totally normal human.

I ate a quick breakfast and I drove the rest of the way up to the actual courthouse and the actual trial. Fortunately, at the actual thing, no one caught fire. I parked on a nearby street and made my way to the courthouse. I didn't accidentally bring a pocket knife, which is easy for me to do since I usually have three on me because I am a totally normal human.

I did, though, bring an audio recorder, which was equally forbidden in the courtroom. I went through the metal detector and surrendered my little bag with the Zoom recorder. Later, press came into the room and I tried to get my recorder back, but I was told, that's real media. Without a press badge, I don't look much like someone who works for iHeart.

I did, though, bring an audio recorder, which was equally forbidden in the courtroom. I went through the metal detector and surrendered my little bag with the Zoom recorder. Later, press came into the room and I tried to get my recorder back, but I was told, that's real media. Without a press badge, I don't look much like someone who works for iHeart.

I did, though, bring an audio recorder, which was equally forbidden in the courtroom. I went through the metal detector and surrendered my little bag with the Zoom recorder. Later, press came into the room and I tried to get my recorder back, but I was told, that's real media. Without a press badge, I don't look much like someone who works for iHeart.

I settled into a seat and waited for the proceedings. Eco-defendants and eco-defenders both poured into the tiny, dingy courtroom. The ceiling had holes in it, the drywall was sagging. Appalachia is an extracted-from region, a place from which wealth is gathered, not a place where wealth goes.

I settled into a seat and waited for the proceedings. Eco-defendants and eco-defenders both poured into the tiny, dingy courtroom. The ceiling had holes in it, the drywall was sagging. Appalachia is an extracted-from region, a place from which wealth is gathered, not a place where wealth goes.

I settled into a seat and waited for the proceedings. Eco-defendants and eco-defenders both poured into the tiny, dingy courtroom. The ceiling had holes in it, the drywall was sagging. Appalachia is an extracted-from region, a place from which wealth is gathered, not a place where wealth goes.

We were reminded repeatedly that the fire code limited occupancy of the room to 89 people, and it sure seemed like they brought in as many cops as they could to limit our numbers. Many more supporters waited outside.

We were reminded repeatedly that the fire code limited occupancy of the room to 89 people, and it sure seemed like they brought in as many cops as they could to limit our numbers. Many more supporters waited outside.

We were reminded repeatedly that the fire code limited occupancy of the room to 89 people, and it sure seemed like they brought in as many cops as they could to limit our numbers. Many more supporters waited outside.

Most of what I did that day was wait in the courtroom, because most of the courtroom drama was happening behind closed doors, as the prosecutor, the judge, and the eight or so defense attorneys all argued and fought over the details of plea deals. Most of these characters, judge, prosecutor, and lawyers, were quite familiar to the people working with the movement.

Most of what I did that day was wait in the courtroom, because most of the courtroom drama was happening behind closed doors, as the prosecutor, the judge, and the eight or so defense attorneys all argued and fought over the details of plea deals. Most of these characters, judge, prosecutor, and lawyers, were quite familiar to the people working with the movement.

Most of what I did that day was wait in the courtroom, because most of the courtroom drama was happening behind closed doors, as the prosecutor, the judge, and the eight or so defense attorneys all argued and fought over the details of plea deals. Most of these characters, judge, prosecutor, and lawyers, were quite familiar to the people working with the movement.

This was the last trial of many throughout the 10-year campaign, which has relied heavily on nonviolent direct action since 2018. The prosecutor in particular, a guy named Bobby Lilly, was a well-known figure. Usually, when people say things like, the prosecutor was a clown, they're speaking figuratively.