What will change the world? Pure tales
We are seeing the calamity and the impudence as we have seen it so many other times. What has this time of pandemic taught us? Nothing. Of the many lessons to learn we have not wanted to learn any. What will change the world after this? Pure tales. What more humans do not know what? Neither. We are the predatory species. We eat each other, without remorse, without respite, the law of the most powerful, the meanest, the most rogue. That is, as always, like day to day. We do not twitch a nerve before the pain of the other and we overlap the disdain of these gangs of criminals that we chose as rulers.
What will change the world? Pure tales
What use are readings, book hangers in our home libraries, university degree hangers, if those who do are always those who have had the least opportunities for development? With and without a pandemic they are the ones who continue to put their chest. They are the ones who take the bite out of their mouth and give it to someone else. They are the ones who donate their crops. Yes, the peasants. Because we are famous for the lawyers and we praise them, what an intellectual, what a good reader, filmmaker, artist, singer, great speaker, great thinker, my hat! Peasants breastfeeding while art and great thinkers come and go with their fluffy carpet verbiage. No more. For the same world of those who live by rubbing elbows and throwing flowers. It will be because he who carries the sun and carries water in the open knows what a piece of bread is worth and hunger in need.
But that yes, they are specialists in taking advantage of the misery of others to take personal advantage, for that reason they are giving conferences with themes of humanities, which songs, poems, sculptures, books, films or documentaries at the expense of those who cried out for help and they they did not want to see. Unable to raise their voices like any other citizen, indignant at the mistreatment of a bad government.
For example, the innumerable images of policemen throughout Latin America violating citizens who have been forced to break the quarantine to go out and get a piece of bread. The thousands of people taking to the streets with red and white flags crying out for food and medical aid, working people, the working class that, given the exploitation that has always suffered, lives day by day and without any savings, like someone from comfort of his house he says: stay at home.
Where are the great thinkers, university graduates, and artists demanding that governments respond appropriately to this collective need of the most underprivileged? But yes, just after the noise of the pandemic comes the movies, the recitals, the conferences, the documentaries, where they talk about numbers, where they present heartbreaking images of the times of the virus ... Like the hoe: only for ’inside!
But now, now that the potatoes are burning, those who are helping are the always rejected, the exploited, the ones designated as illiterate, stinky, ignorant, haunted. Crises always show the best and worst of humanity and if we have the humility to observe carefully we will see that those who give, keep their mouths down and lower their hands, without fuss and without seeking any recognition, are those who know what time it is just by seeing the sun or the noise of nocturnal animals.
We should have more humility and more guts to recognize those who have always carried this world on their backs. And leave the bustle of the titles and the books read and the nicknames of artists and intellectuals, that the truth in life and death emergencies are useless. It is the essential ones that have always kept this planet still breathing.
What will change the world after this? Bah, but kick, my grandfather Uncle Lilo would say: peasant.
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