Tiqqun

What civilization has done to women__ bodies is no different than what it__ done to the earth, to children, to the sick, to the proletariat; in short, to everything that isn__ supposed to __alk,_ and in general to whatever the knowledge-powers of government and management don__ want to hear, which is thus relegated to exclusion from all recognized activity, relegated to the role of a witness.

Domination and critique have always formed an apparatus covertly against a common hostis: the conspirator, who works under cover, who used everything THEY give him and everything THEY attribute to him as a mask. The conspirator is everywhere hated, although THEY will never hate him as much as he enjoys playing his game. No doubt a certain amount of what one usually calls __erversion_ accounts for the pleasure, since what he enjoys, among other things, is his opacity. But that isn__ the reason THEY continue to push the conspirator to make himself a critic, to subjectivate himself as critic, nor the reason for the hate THEY so commonly express. The reason is quite simply the danger he represents. The danger, for Empire, is war machines: that one person, that people transform themselves into war machines, ORGANICALLY JOIN THEIR TASTE FOR LIFE AND THEIR TASTE FOR DESTRUCTION.