The joy of worthy peoples

 The heart is a drum. 

The drum has a snare. 

 The snare is in the blood.  

The blood is in the air. J. Fenton  

"CANADA THE LIVING HELL THAT NOBODY DOESN’T KNOW" A MONSTROUS PRISON THAT WE CHOOSE TO LIVE!

                                                      | Ilka Oliva Corado: There comes a time when abuse and injustice tire the people and make them wake up in indignation, this is how they go out in search of freedom and democracy. Some take longer than others, each with its processes and its history, but if they unite they succeed in overcoming impunity and all forms of dictatorship. They are rarities, yes, but that is why these dawns are beautiful that, like flowering fields, fill with illusion and spread the joy of the great popular festival.
The joy of worthy peoples

To join you must have common sense and an immense thirst to live in a territory free of neoliberalism: without government abuse, without looting of natural resources, without censorship, without states of siege and with full freedom of thought. To fight you have to have guts, because it is not just a matter of ranting any verbiage on social networks or demonstrating in the squares on Saturdays to go tanning and go in the afternoon to have beers with friends to celebrate the feat of the new photo Profile.

Because much has been the blood spilled on this continent so that now, as great robbers of morality, we come with pretensions of pimps and do botched things when what is needed is value and dignity. What happened in Ecuador and the way the police and the army fired on their own people, is similar to what happened in Colombia doing the same, for the same reasons. The same reasons that mobilized the Chilean people to take to the streets and give an example to the world of how to fight when a people is outraged. The Bolivian people were outraged when they went out to vote to regain democracy. The Haitian people have lived in permanent indignation, but who listens to it?

How did Bolivia do it? That is tremendous, that generations will pass and that feat will be a kind of mythical tale, as mythical and great as Túpac Katari and Bartolina Sisa. How fabulous was the first line of young Chileans at the forefront of the demonstrations, putting their hearts in defense of those who came behind by agreeing to them. That first line in Guatemala and those who join them have always been from the indigenous peoples, they alone in front and themselves covering their backs because between the State and the racist and classist society, they know that the stab will come from anywhere. Not for pleasure in times of dictatorship they were cruel against them, so much that they wanted to exterminate them to give the land to the usual thieves. With the exceptions, of course, of the mestizos who gave their lives in the fight for a more just society and those who survived that time of collective torture.

In Colombia, the peoples who have to flee their territories huddle anywhere, becoming displaced persons who do not matter to the State because the State itself and its paramilitary system violate them until they make them renounce their lands. The minga dignifies them, the minga is dignity, resistance, it is a voice of struggle, it is the word of the people present and firm in the search for their rights. When the minga takes the road and goes in search of the tyrants, the tyrants hide because the dignity of the native peoples is so great that no impunity can with their light.

Latin America is mortally wounded, our rivers have dried up, our forests have been cut down and our foliage burned, one ecocide after another. The minerals leave our territories to be used in others, far, far away and they leave us the mockery. The alms are taken by the usual thieves who when the time comes they get their ass kicked. Education, health, privatized because a sick and ignorant people are necessary for impunity to exercise its territorial control. Forced disappearances, social cleansing, scorched earth and murdered leaders because fearful and anguished peoples are necessary for a looting and abusive state to function. Brazil of the last four years is a clear example.

 We celebrate the courage of the Colombian minga, as the feat of the Bolivian people and the dignity of the Chilean people, but we also ask ourselves, when will the other Latin American peoples who live on their knees in impunity and neoliberal systems get tired? When will courage and indignation take to the streets and say enough to looting? When will they honor the memory of those who fought to liberate their territories? When will you think about the legacy that you will leave to the generations that are being born? That legacy is to say; the country, what country do you want those who come to live? The same country that we receive or a country with more just societies, with public health and education? A country where you can walk freely without fear of disappearing? A country where being a woman, homosexual, indigenous or black is not punished? A country where development for an integral life is not just a text on teacher planning.

A country where the beauty of the dew on the petal of a flower is not a chimera.

A country where the joy of worthy peoples is permanent. Who dreams about it? I do.