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22. 02. 01, Vienna
Memory Report # 1
About 8.50 p.m.: I am walking
close to the demonstration, which is heading for Schwarzenbergplatz. I
see a number of policemen wearing helmets, clubs and shields. They started
out from the Ring at the side of the Imperial Hotel, beating and forcefully
breaking up the demonstration, which is driven towards Stadtpark.
I am walking on the sidewalk,
straight into this direction, and spot some of the attacked demonstrators
about 15 meters away from the police chain. One woman yells at an officer,
if they’d know who they were representing. From the row of officers (to
my perception all WEGA officers) I can hear phrases such as: „Let’s get
those,“ “We’ll catch them.“
Some officers run towards
this woman. I don’t know if they really reached her, because, when I want
to move through the police chain with a press card held up in the air,
the first officer lets me pass, but his „colleague“ suddenly hits my face
with his shield. When I show him the press card, he only shouts „Piss off,“
followed by further insults. Alongside the aggressive officers, I move
towards the sidewalk and turn into the direction of Schwarzenbergplatz.
I am sick of getting permanently
attacked during the demonstrations by members of the WEGA, being prevented
from my work. I’ve noted a more and more neglecting, aggressive and often
violent attitude of these officers vis-à-vis independent media representatives.
The last time I was prevented
from work by a WEGA officer was December 12. The reason for this seemed
to be an internal observation, which one of the heads of the officers had
ordered. In this matter, I will contact the UVS. My letter to the Austrian
committee for press cards and the Austrian press board was received without
While the Kronen Zeitung
has been invited to seemingly martial WEGA attacks, which violate one‘s
basic rights, the ORF (Austrian broadcasting station) only presents the
view of the executive forces, filming attacks without sending them. Thus,
the ORF covers the executive forces‘ violation of human rights. Meanwhile,
uncomfortable reporters are exposed to the arbitrariness of the executive
In parliament sessions, the
Minister of Interior Affairs speaks of “so-called“ journalists, the state
police differentiates between „real“ and „underground, “ a differentiation
which the “Kurier“ accepts without comments. Mr. Schnabl gives orders to
action at dawn, to favor the WEGA and the central forces for election purposes,
rendering exclusive pictures to the “Krone.“ And besides, editorial offices
get attacked, and because it is the newspaper TATblatt (Action paper),
other media don’t care. “Der Standard“ also denounced them with the comment
Memory Report # 2:
Schwarzenbergplatz: The police
goes crazy against the demonstrators, overcoming those who couldn’t get
away in time. There are people lying on the streets (also old people),
who are treated with kicks. The results are some cuts. It was also me who
couldn’t get away in time (My gums are slightly bleeding).
After this unnecessary police
attack, the demonstration continued. The police followed.
After burning some trashcans,
we continued to Mariahilferstraße where water-cannons were waiting.
Demonstrators used a construction barrier to block the street.
Some broken windows. Continuing towards Apollo cinema Kettenbrückengasse
– and a "hare hunt" without any possibility to get towards Margaretenstraße.
(Filmcasino): There I saw the first arrests. People lying on the street
are carried behind cars to be hit with clubs and shoes. A photographer
was present. He was chased away by the police. I witnessed everything with
horror (standing on the other side of the street). I wanted to call a lawyer
with my mobile phone.
Some policemen came near
me and wanted to pull me away, tearing the mobile out of my hands. I wanted
to pick it up, which I succeeded after several attempts. In the meantime,
I got hit a couple of times. The result of my efforts were: bruised shoulder,
left middle finger slightly swollen, also the part around my left eyebrow
and the back of my head behind the right ear. One policeman kicked my testicles
with his knee, which hurt very much for a short time.
Memory Report # 3:
I was standing with a Viennese
scientist at Schwarzenbergplatz, hundred meters behind the demarcation
line, when, all of a sudden, participants of the demonstration came running
towards us. I didn’t see what was happening in the front, and also didn’t
hear that the demonstration was about to be finished. I also didn’t see
that until that time there had been terrible incidents, but I was too far
away. Later, one of the participants told me that people were throwing
stones, which hadn’t happened on any of the Thursday demonstrations.
Thus, the demonstrators came
running toward us. My companion wouldn’t have been able to run. So I positioned
myself in front of her, my back towards the approaching people. The demonstrators
passed without touching us, there was enough space. When the policemen
came, they simply knocked us down. My companion hit the street with the
back of her head.
I bowed down to see if she
could get up again, when the policemen also came back. I said that they
had knocked her down on purpose. The policemen replied that we shouldn’t
mingle with “this scum“ of people. The area would be part of the action.
Since I had to take care of my companion, all I could say was something
against the term „scum.“ After all, there weren’t 1000 people throwing
with stones (what is still correct). Since the people were already gone,
there was no reason to hunt for “scum.”
"The scum" had moved through
the center, but not murdering or setting fire, which the TV spectators
there was the first barrier. The demonstration had to turn into a side
street (a usual ritual), which repeated after 200 meters, before the demonstration
could reach Schwarzenbergplatz where the mentioned attack started.
It seems to be more likely
that the reason was the hunt for “scum“ and not a de-escalation. The usually
accurate TATblatt reports one of the most brutal anti-demonstration attacks
in years. Groups of demonstrators were actually waylaid – to be knocked
down and arrested.
Some policemen had been
waiting for a legally justified attack since they hadn’t had a reason to
do so for a year.
What was striking was that
there were many young people among the demonstrators, most of them younger
than 20 years. In relation to the police attack one has to think about
the fact that the police was brutal mainly against young people, and against
I saw an activist with a
bleeding head, who had been demonstrating the whole year without even thinking
According to eyewitness
reports, the police also punched and kicked people who had already been
lying on the ground.
The Austrian public will
be mostly concerned about damaged cars or shop windows, not about the young
or no longer young, or even about the champagne-drinking society, which
is regarded as normal in contrast to one million poor people.
The results of my companion’s
injuries: concussion, fractured skull and brain? – this will be seen in
the X-rays, and calling in sick.
Memory Report # 4:
Thursday, February 22
Another Thursday demonstration,
except that there are more people than usual.
After a short tour through
the city, the entries to the state opera were blocked, of course. We reached
the Ring and then Schwarzenbergplatz. A little earlier, a window of the
Trigon Bank had been broken.
Shortly after a group of
demonstrators had run towards the police line, succeeding in tearing the
fence away from the police, more policemen appeared behind the line. At
this time, I was walking in front of the demonstrators and the police with
a press photographer and took some photos with my digital camera. Some
demonstrators were throwing objects towards the shields and helmets the
policemen were wearing.
Suddenly, I was just taking
a photo, some policemen (about 5) attacked a demonstrator. I moved closer
because I wanted to take some pictures. Shortly thereafter, some policemen
in black uniforms started to attack the demonstrators, charging them with
batons without taking care of older, younger, or female participants. Although
I didn’t feel very well at this moment, it got better when the police had
passed, I think because of my camera. But the same moment I was hit at
the back of my head and fell to the ground. Crouching down, I was lying
at the Ringstrasse and hoped to be spared, but it turned out to be different.
My legs and my back got kicked (a bigger bruise will be seen longer on
my upper thigh). These measures were accompanied by messages like: „Get
up you fucking bastard.“ Soon I got up again and limped away from
the battlefield. Then, the next attack by officers in black uniforms started,
pushing me and others off the street. To a woman on the ground, they only
yelled: „Get up and don’t act like a fool!“
Totally confused, I went
up to a higher decorated officer, whom I’d known from numerous demonstrations.
Saying that this couldn’t be the de-escalation which was favored by the
Minister, he replied something like: “We didn’t start..... and the window
of the bank.....“
Well, this might have been
the ultimate retaliation.
If it were war, the world’s
population would be screaming because it would be civil bombing.
The second incident happened
a little later at Kärntnerstrasse (outside the Ring), between a blockade
(by the police) and a large part of the demonstrators, there was a hole
of maybe 20 m2, in-between some photographers and a few anarchists, who
had been trying to provoke the police without success. But the situation
changed after a while, I cannot say how, but all of a sudden, policemen
in the same uniforms were running towards the demonstrators. Due to the
previous attacks I couldn’t run that fast and soon met the mass of policemen.
My reaction was to raise both hands (I had a camera in one of them). Freely
according to “Get your hands up or I‘ll shoot“ I wanted to show my pacifism.
Some policemen acknowledged this and spared me. But suddenly someone hit
my right index finger, which I had on the trigger (The bruise could still
be seen days and weeks afterwards). The pain made me shortly fall down,
this time I wasn’t hit, but overwhelmed with courtesies. In the end, I
could save myself between cars, resting, when I realized that my camera
was damaged. It does not only no longer work, there is also visible damage
on the outside. (about ATS 5000.-). I’ve been at the Thursday demonstrations
for more than a year. We almost always managed to prevent violence on both
At last another observation
of an action by some demonstrators at Getreidemarkt, or the tram line #
- The trashcan, which was
perfectly on fire on Austrian television, was moved by skinheads from Gumpendorferstrasse
to Getreidemarkt. These men didn’t look like they would belong to the left
- Some chaotic people and
“rightists“ moved construction fences and materials to the crossing Mariahilferstr,
tram line # 2. They were observed by at least 3 police cars, those which
blocked the adjacent streets.
- It took about 15 minutes
until support arrived, but suddenly, water-cannons and forces in black
uniforms appeared. They drove the demonstrators towards Mariahilferstrasse,
which was visible from the blood stains on the street sometime thereafter.
From all the experiences
during this evening, some questions can be raised:
- Does the head of WEGA has
his team under control?
- Did the police deliberately
accept the building of barricades to gather evidence against the demonstrators?
- I didn’t see any policemen
there, was it like this, and if yes, why?
- Is it possible to complain
Memory report # 5:
The demonstration started
off smoothly at Ballhausplatz, a few hundred demonstrators had come.
Up to Kärntner Straße
everything seemed to be quiet, except that exceptionally many disguised
people could be seen among the usual (Thursday) demonstrators. Slowly,
this situation caused uneasiness among many.
I also tried to avoid these
On the part of the police,
nothing was done to sort these people out.
At Annagasse we suddenly
met the first police barrier. We had to pass through the very narrow street,
which caused a very tense atmosphere, because exactly at this point, many
demonstrators had been encircled, sitting on the ground, and attacked with
The possibility of mass
panic is also very frightening when you cannot really get away.
The demonstration elongated
to Schwarzenbergplatz, that’s why I reached this square very late, but
not too late to see: Towards the opera there was a massive police barrier
at Cafe Schwarzenberg. In the very front, there was one persistent person
who wanted to reach the opera. Most demonstrators were standing quietly.
Suddenly, a massive police
attack: about 60 to 80 officers with clubs, shields, and helmets, who attacked
everyone without warning. Those few who wanted to refuse either fell to
the ground (and on other people) or fled towards the back and made many
uninvolved passers-by fall as well. The storming policemen knocked everything
moving down with clubs and shields. Those who had already been lying on
the ground were hit as well. You could hear screaming, the shields‘ noise,
and calling for help.
Some who had stayed away,
tried to stop the police’s aggressive action by screaming or running towards
the policemen. At this point, several people were injured, one person got
hit from the back, one woman wanted to help another woman, but was beaten
up and knocked down.
50 to 60 officers came running
from the Stadtpark and hit a camera team of the ARD. This was filmed.
There was chaos everywhere,
you cannot really describe the noise, like in a bad police movie.
Then, they tried to split
up the demonstration, hunting one part of the participants towards Stadtpark.
Most people, however, succeeded in continuing together towards the Musikverein.
Emotionally, everyone was very tight and appalled by the brutal police
Right by the Secession,
I entered the demonstration again. I had advanced because another clash
between the police and some of the demonstrators was already being expected:
bottles tinkling, shields clattering. Also here, the police had not tried
to separate the aggressive demonstrators.
Since me and most others
weren’t hurt, we continued slowly. Suddenly there was screaming, and some
people approached us from Kärntnerstraße in panic. Everyone
tried not to be trampled underfoot, which was impossible because of a lack
of space. I pressed myself against a wall. You could hear shields knocking
on hard matter. (people?), the trampling of boots, screaming. The same
scenario happed three times, then me and others fled towards Mariahilferstraße.
We stopped briefly, saw how some skinheads and disguised people threw wood
parts from a fence into the road without being stopped by the police. Then
they ran into a side street to the right. We moved further up.
At the corner of Mariahilfer
str. and the construction site of the Museumsquartier we remained at a
distance and saw how skinheads and disguised people moved recycling bins
on the road of tram # 2 to set them on fire. Again, no police forces visible.
At the construction site, some people dressed in green and white, others
disguised, and noisy skinheads collected stones and destroyed barriers
for about 15 to 20 minutes, again unnoticed by the police.
Other demonstrators told
us that the police was busy with directing a successfully separated, peaceful
part further below via Gumpendorfer Straße towards Mariahilferstraße,
directly to the raging part. Around us, there were several civilian officers
(they’d already been known from several Thursday demonstrations), reporting
the action via mobile phones. I asked one of them for help, to call his
colleague because something had to be done. He smiled and stayed on the
Since you could already
hear the demonstrators from a distance, I ran towards Ballhausplatz to
call for help via phone by myself. The civil officer smiled and said: “Something
will happen immediately!“ At the same time, two water-cannons were placed
towards the demonstration at Mariahilferstraße.
I kept running in panic
because of those who were approaching with no idea what was about to happen.
The executive forces directly
aimed at the masses several times that the civil population, also those
who uninvolved, were seriously in danger. Panic reactions were triggered,
crime was not prevented but facilitated. Those who weren’t involved were
beaten and injured by the police.
One civil officer, who heard
me saying at Schwarzenbergplatz that a camera team shouldn’t film us but
the beating policemen, threatened to smack me and came running towards
me. I called a friend for help, then the trouble maker spat at me without
showing his ID, made an obvious gesture and mingled with the armed policemen.
I had seen several injured
friendly demonstrators. This has always happened when the head of operations
is Mr. Zander.
Memory report # 6:
The beginning of the demonstration
was at Ballhausplatz, as usual, a camera team was present like on the previous
Thursdays, a relaxed atmosphere. Number of demonstrators: 400 to 600 (subjective
At Kärtnerstrasse (by
Annagasse) the first police barrier – not unexpected, because it was the
yearly opera ball, and thus the blocking off was to be expected on a large
scale. Detour of the demonstration through Annagasse. Through the narrow
street, the demonstration was stretched out. At 'Flanagan's‘ the situation
started to become unclear because the line was a bit loose (because of
Annagasse), and a lot of police vehicles were visible. From the very back
end (Annagasse) I arrived late at Schwarzenbergplatz. A police barrier
towards the opera, also not unexpected. Demonstrators spread out at the
crossing of the Ringstrasse (towards Schwarzenbergplatz). Suddenly, an
assault by armed officers including baton charges, foot kicks, collapsing
people, screaming out of pain, commotion and disturbance.
Comment: Until that moment
I couldn‘t see the throwing of cobblestones. Neither did I hear the disintegration
of the demonstration nor any request to clear the crossing or the threatening
of a forceful clearing of the streets. This may be due to the fact that
I arrived very late at the crossing (Annagasse), but in fact, none of the
following attacks was announced by a request/notice I would have heard.
Actually I heard that the demonstration had broken up. There were rumors,
much later, after I had left. At this point I still thought that the demonstration
would resume its business as usual.
After the first police attack,
the demonstrators showed understandably much nervousness. A friend hurried
up to me and told me that she was called an asshole and threatened because
of having directed an ARD cameraman towards a beating up scene by the police.
She pointed at the man who spat towards us with ugly gestures and left
to the grid barriers. According to another person it was really very easy
to walk behind the police lines!
A friend told me that a speeding
police car almost hit him. He wanted to photograph the scene and I accompanied
him, because he was afraid. One officer wanted to prevent him from taking
pictures on the grounds that he were a dangerous person, preventing everyone
from stepping across the grid barrier.
A friend told me very excited
that she was beaten by the police when she wanted to help another woman
who had been lying on the ground and was still beaten by a policeman with
I wanted to soothe a friend,
who was angrily yelling at policemen who seemed to be ready for action
(now I know that he’d been officially smacked).
In succession, the executive
forces drove the demonstration towards Musikverein in various waves. At
Cafe Museum, I left the demonstration for a while to accompany a handicapped
demonstrator to the subway. She was frightened with panic, astonishingly
not fearing radicals, but the police. At Getreidemarkt, me and other demonstrators
decided to leave the demonstration to go to Babenbergerstraße. There
I took a rest to observe what was still going on. Some youngsters had started
to carry material from the construction site to the crossing (Babenbergerstr.
/ Getreidemarkt). What was striking was the nonchalance with which they
were working. I suspected that the people who were observing them were
civilian officers. It was peculiar that these people had 20 to 25 minutes
time to drag this material and a container to the crossing, and to create
a (rather loose) barrier from the construction grids, which reached into
Mariahilferstr. It didn’t take very long that the water-cannons became
visible. One person succeeded in attacking one of these cannons with a
big concrete block from a very near distance, without having to fear any
reaction from the executive forces. This happened at the Ring across the
intersection to Babenbergerstr. The whole action seemed to have been observed
and recorded by an official vehicle prepared for bugging operations.
A memory report.
Memory report # 7:
I was walking at the end
of the demonstration. When I reached Schwarzenbergplatz, the square was
empty. I only realized that the situation was a bit awkward. Walking towards
Stadtpark, I saw one person I knew from the Thursday demonstrations. His
face was covered with blood, his picture had appeared in “Der Standard.“
I ran up to help him. Since I was given a flyer with the phone number of
legal support, I tried to find it again. Unfortunately I had lost the flyer.
The man said that he was beaten by the police with a club.
While talking to him, we
reached the police barrier. The injured person was taken aside by a friend.
I wanted to return to my friends, towards Schwarzenbergplatz. Suddenly
I saw how policewomen were beating a woman. I screamed, ran up there and
yelled: “Stop beating this woman!“ Thereafter, some of them came towards
me and hit my upper arm with a club. They knocked me down and one policeman
got angry. He wanted to continue clubbing me, but his colleague prevented
him from doing so. He said that they should leave me in peace. I was screaming
and totally shocked – a world was destroyed. Two friends helped me out
of this situation, taking me aside.
First, I contacted legal
support, they informed me about further measures since my arm was “numb“
and still aching.
Memory report # 8:
I followed the demonstration
from Ballhausplatz towards Schwarzenbergplatz.
When we stopped at Schwarzenbergplatz/Ring,
I left my friend and started to walk around on my own, looking for my brother
who also participated in the demonstration.
Suddenly the mass of people
started to move very fast and came towards me. My first thought was that
I shouldn’t fall down. But I could no longer move, I was petrified. Everything
went so quickly.
I started to cry and stretched
my hands out towards the sky. I kept saying: “I’m so afraid, I didn’t do
anything ". And suddenly a policeman wearing a helmet and an entirely black
uniform appeared, hit my left hip with a baton and ran away.
Beside me, another policeman
had beaten a man who then had a bleeding wound. This man was lying on the
ground until another demonstrator helped him up. I was totally shocked
and got sick. I had to weep during the whole time.
Afterwards, I still tried
to find my brother and friends. I saw a man with a camera and thought I’d
have to tell him that a policeman had hit me without any reason. With a
weeping face I said: “A policeman beat me although I didn’t do anything.
He just kept beating me.” The man got angry at me and said: “That’s your
fault, do you think you can ridicule us every Thursday, you dumb moron.
You’d have to run away in time, it’s your own fault."
I was so shocked because
I thought this man would help me. After he had said that, I asked him where
he was from and who his boss was. Then I looked at his camera, which wasn’t
as big as a camera from the public TV station, but still a bigger one.
I saw a sticker in blue, black, and white, but I couldn’t read what it
said, it was too dark. I left him and after 5 minutes I found my friends