HEiST! - CrimethInc
HEiST! - CrimethInc
HEiST! - CrimethInc
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stick you to your machines for the rest of the<br />
day,” said my neighbor, joking with someone<br />
who was borrowing a tool from him to make<br />
a homer.<br />
The secret of this passion for homers is not a<br />
simple one. It can’t be reduced to the minimal<br />
value of the knick-knacks which the workers<br />
actually make and, especially on piece-rates,<br />
how long they take bears no relation to the value<br />
of the time lost.<br />
Workers on hourly wages turn to homers<br />
when they have given to the factory what the<br />
factory has demanded, or when they have a<br />
free moment. If hourly workers make homers<br />
they don’t risk anything – except being found<br />
out. Not only will they then be punished, the<br />
discovery will also offer an excellent opportunity<br />
to demand increased production from<br />
them.<br />
Workers on conveyor belts, or on fully automatic<br />
machines, completely delivered from the<br />
pressures of time, are only likely to make homers<br />
in their dreams. Technological development<br />
has given these workers a moral superiority,<br />
which at least forces the government satirists to<br />
look for a new theme in their attacks.<br />
But the piece-rate worker manages his time<br />
himself, and each minute that passes without<br />
an increase in the number of pieces represents<br />
a financial loss for him. With the constant pressure<br />
of piece-rates, the factory does all it can<br />
to preach the morality of labor. According to<br />
the rate-fixers’ estimates, the piece-rate workers<br />
should themselves renounce their passion<br />
for theft. In fact, management has to admit that<br />
nothing – neither prohibitions, nor punishments,<br />
nor public humiliation by the security<br />
guards – will persuade them to give it up.<br />
Perhaps it is more than an empty play on<br />
words to say that we “loot” [that is, cut corners<br />
in violation of regulations] in order to have<br />
time to steal.<br />
FOR YOUR COMMUNITY<br />
for the cheapest meal or cheapest beer. However,<br />
I am already on top of it. Deals have been<br />
made with the both the bartenders and the food<br />
runners. Beer is free in the form of “samples.”<br />
Food that I take directly out the window or off<br />
the line myself is also free. The gratitude in people’s<br />
faces is worth every risk. However, to take<br />
our discontent and turn it into radical action<br />
and sabotage… fucking priceless!<br />
That is only one tactic on a multifaceted approach<br />
in restaurant revenge. Another scheme<br />
is to order the wrong food on purpose. This tactic<br />
can get you into trouble, and some places<br />
would actually throw out the food, but if you’re<br />
quick, you can take these meals and box them<br />
for street distribution. A related tactic is to take<br />
away banquet food from a party before it’s finished<br />
and box it for street distribution as well.<br />
As the end of the shift nears, I make my way to<br />
the back of the restaurant to do a little personal<br />
shopping. First to the walk-in fridge where I can<br />
choose from an assortment of cheeses, fruits,<br />
and veggies. Second to the pantry for canned<br />
food, condiments, bread, and pasta I can share<br />
with my elderly neighbor who seems to have<br />
been forgotten by the outside world. Then to<br />
the supply closet in case I am out of toilet paper,<br />
hand gloves, and so on.<br />
I exit the workplace with a backpack full<br />
of goods for the house and two bags of meals<br />
ready to distribute to the countless hungry people<br />
I will undoubtedly come across on the way<br />
home. I always encounter a few homeless people<br />
at the bus stop where I wait. I ask them if<br />
they’re hungry. Most peer back with a distrustful<br />
eye, then notice that I’ve got bags and utensils<br />
waiting. They ask “Why you doin this” or exclaim<br />
“Ain’t nobody helping us! Not the police,<br />
not nobody!” This opens up the conversations I<br />
am happy and willing to have. “We don’t need<br />
no fucking police if we got each other!”<br />
Service Class Insurgent