7 July 1974, Los Angeles, California, USA

Greetings to the people. This is Tania. I want to talk about the way I knew our six murdered comrades because the fascist pig media has of course been painting a typically distorted picture of these beautiful sisters and brothers.

Cinque loved the people with tenderness and respect. He helped me see that it’s not how long we live that’s important, it’s how we live.

Gelina was beautiful. She exploded with the desire to kill the pig. She taught me how to fight the enemy within through her constant struggle with bourgeois conditioning.

Gabi practiced until her shotgun was an extension of her right and left arms. She taught me that patience and discipline necessary for survival and victory.

Zoya, female guerrilla. Perfect love and perfect hate reflected in stone cold eyes.

Fahizah was a beautiful sister who taught me to shoot first and make sure the pig is dead before splitting and I’ll always love her..

Kahjoh was the gentlest most beautiful man I've ever known. Neither Kahjoh nor I had ever loved an individual the way we loved each other. Our relationship’s foundation was our commitment to the struggle and our love for the People. It’s because of this that I still feel strong and determined to fight.

Our comrades didn’t die in vain. The pig lies about the advisability of surrender have only made me more determined. I renounced my class privilege when Cin and Kahjoh gave me the name Tania.

While I have no death wish, I’ve never been afraid of death. For this reason, the brainwash duress theory of the pig Hearsts has always amused me. Life is very precious to me. But I have no delusions that going to prison will keep me alive.

And I would never choose to live the rest of my life surrounded by pigs like the Hearsts.

Death to the fascist insect that preys upon the life of the people.