The sap of bagasse

They made us believe that progress is in cement, that cement is progress. They made us believe that industrialization is the prosperity of societies. That to industrialize it has to be ruthlessly deforested and destroyed by entire peoples: stealing water, land, food and any vital means of subsistence. These people told us: they do not matter and that if they resist, they must be put to a pure repression, that is why the genocides that mourn the collective memory.
The sap of bagasse

They told us that civilization is a necessary concept for the survival of humanity, that we the docile are those civilized beings: on the other hand, those who resist imposing no. The Original Peoples and the plebs must be the enemy to overcome. They also told us that in that humanity that we only fit the chosen ones and that it is exclusive because it is made up of cream and cream. The serum should be discarded.

For that they used a strainer that they called higher education and to which they saturated classism, racism, homophobia, patriarchy, misogyny, dogma, double morals, stereotypes and insensitivity. They ground it in forgetfulness. They took us out of the serum sap and made us believe that we are cream and cream. Yes, to us the submissive.

They made us memorize that a university degree separates us from the pack and makes us unique and laureate: unattainable. They made us forget our origin. And we memorized that we are not more common and that on the contrary: we are the exclusive graduates, doctors, architects, professors, journalists, entrepreneurs in a hierarchy that the crowd will never be able to access. They made us believe that we are the cream of that bagasse turned into serum. Bagazo, they called him to the sap of our origin and for centuries we have allowed and coined it; we have become the laureate accomplices overlapping abuse.
 
With a university degree the cream can explode to its own class, it can explode to the crowd from where it comes. And they reproduced it and piled it on the pavement in cities that were created for their seclusion. A center of mass incarceration with appearance of progress, success, triumph and economic stability.

And we have believed ourselves celebrities: untouchable and immortal. And soon we begin to be part of the repression of the people who resist. With our passivity of vassals while we are distracted painting our prisons and filling our dungeons with furniture, shoes, bits of food, adorn titles and diplomas to live the necessary appearances of successful beings.

And we approved the miners disappearing with this to entire villages, far from the city because we wanted to have jewels inside our prisons to show them among the prisoners and compete among us to see who is able to accumulate more. Because that is what it is about: a competition for the accumulation of everything unnecessary to live: consumerism as an extension of capitalism. We are that neoliberal and fascist vein of mass destruction. Yes, as fascist as the one who gives the order and the one who pulls the trigger.

Outside, in the distance of the city bathed in cement, of the prison with aspect of progress, are the people in resistance fighting for their freedom, without giving up, defending their identity and their millennial origin. Defending their right to land, to food and to a life in freedom. Despite the fact that with our approval and silence of insensitivity and dogma from the comfort of the cream, dictatorships were implemented seeking to exterminate them in enforced disappearances, tortures and genocides that we approved with the coldness of traitors at convenience. And very at our convenience also, many of us pretend to ignore so as not to get into trouble, problems the size of losing contacts that can serve as a step.

And as a dose of dignity and memory the sap of our origin continues to dignify us to our regret. The "uncivilized" those who do not know "progress," the free, wild and brave continue to fight for us even with ourselves against. They know that they are the sap of the serum we are made of although we create cream and cream.

Those who do not know about the famous "civilization" and who do not know about cement prisons and competitions for immortality; they know the countryside, the pure air, the freshness of the rivers, the fertility of the earth, the song of the owl, the wind before it rains.

The "uncivilized" know the herbs that cure the nostalgia of the soul, the brother hug, the look that embraces, the voice that caresses, the solidarity that shelters. They know of unity, of sharing, of dignity, of honor. Of identity. They know about respect for the superior being that is the earth and its fruits. They know about the importance of sun and rain. Of the indispensable that are the oceans and the rivers, like the bees. They know that everything in this universe is interwoven and is there for a fundamental reason for the existence of ecosystems and the survival of all the creatures that comprise it, none superior to the other.

That is not taught in the university because then they would form thinking beings that would analyze and question the impositions and deceits of those who for centuries have made them believe that they are the cream. We would discover puppets. Wedges Strong walls of human lives indoctrinated for treason. We would know that the cement is not superior to the moss of the mountains or the leaves of the guayabos. We would know then that gold and diamonds are not more important than water and people's lives. 

We would know that those who subsist are us, inside a huge prison and that we respond to previously studied patterns for our conditioning and our dogmatic and insensitive reaction to abuse, which we are subjected to without our noticing because they disguise it as progress and triumph. We make exorbitant amounts of amorphous mass that maneuver at will.

But while we are still numbed in the greed of the one who has more, being the puppets of those who think they are masters of the world, the sap continues to resist as it has done for millennia, fighting so that the bagasse does not continue to be used as a tool to contain the fight untimely of the people for their freedom.

Hopefully one day the masses who live in prison in the cement cities, know that the university boards will not return the water from the rivers when the mining companies dry them, and that the freshness of the tomatoes cannot be overcome by the gold, fine lotions or "important" contacts. I hope you know that important contacts are also an optical illusion of the life of falsehoods that cement cities offer.

Hopefully one day they will have the capacity to think for themselves and join the sap that with roots of guayacán and flamboyán, is nourished by dignity and memory to get up every day to continue resisting the disloyalty, abuse and repression of the traitors.

I hope that the day will come when we will know that we are the marrow, the jugular, the origin, the inherence and the living embers. Hopefully the awakening will be like a storm, like an enormous thunder, like a tremor from the center of the earth, like a scream that echoes in the bowels of the hills; an awakening that makes those who have believed the owners of the world and our lives tremble, and return to our origin to fight with our own to recover everything that they took from us.