By Bernardo Reyes (24 sep. 2010)
Thirty-three brothers Mapuche hunger strike, and prepare to face death. In the best cases, irreparable damage to their health.
"The older Chileans" in the words of José Saramago. "The Mapuche problem" in the words of the Chilean state.
That is, invaded and usurped the Mapuche became a "problem."
years ago I left my southern land, but the dreams you never will. Life is always a return.
My maternal grandmother, Rosa Rodriguez Marinao, for example, always wanted to return to his beloved polular, where he was torn by my aunts careerists, captivated by some breeze of prosperity that lasted a few years.
Approaching his death centenary, made signs of asphyxiation and resignation. She wept silently, and in response, mocking their grief, spoke screaming as they are often talking to the deaf, the fools, and the Indians.
Because it taught us that the Indians had to speak up, because they were deaf. Not that they were bilingual.
Her husband, Don Armando Herrera, my grandfather, was the prototype of the English settlers, and probably was, since the source of their lands correspond exactly to the late nineteenth century, when the Chilean government gave the settlers were a few acres, some tables, and a yoke of oxen to start making your life.
have found a "champurria" as my grandmother, was something I always thanked Don Armando, and so it proved. It was a wise woman, an excellent speaker, with a gift of leadership, respected by his community, which was consulted about the complications of life, either that they were family problems or sale of animals.
Years later he died, I spent car outside the field of my grandparents. And the "costs of the devil" had tamed the bulldozer and its new owners had transformed Peladero forests. The shadow of the hualles, where my father used to take a nap, the echoes of voices transmuted into mysterious sounds of the forest, where the drum exhaust hares, is confused with the stealthy exhaust pidenes under the skirts of foliage are part of the dream since I live and I return again and again.
Don Armando, who died ending the decade of the fifties of last century, and was not to defend my stupidity gallinaceous grandmother of the family, and ended by convincing her to be ` die in the city, and to pay the expenses of his illness, had to finish to the highest bidder these forests teeming with life.
Neruda when slept in the house of my parents, in their returns to the south, used to talk to my grandmother and another aunt, also centenary. Eye care is dwarfed, and the story flowed precise about the founding years of Temuco and the region: how was destroncada the parade of native trees and then plant trees foreign to how they swim, when girls The river Cautín, or Quepe, or Donguil. Of the times in which to defend their land had to catch bullets with your neighbors. Some cousins \u200b\u200bstill have bullets lodged in their bodies, quite contemporary, and a guy had to kill a pushy neighbor who came to threaten him and his family, crime paid with years in prison, despite being self-defense. Because
usury statutes have always been the same. Many settlers, never resign themselves to the eighty-odd hectares corresponding to his status as settlers, and soon began running of fences, usurers leases, purchase of land by fraud against the Mapuche had no writing. The estates of the Araucanía region, despite the insipid speeches of "Chilean" as it is called a pattern that cartoon sweetened good people from abusive acts that their descendants are bent on hide or deny.
Many Southerners come from a similar cultural mix. It is from this dichotomy, this mixture of not always take care, where we look and feel the pain and determination of the Mapuche brothers now almost can feel the immensity of the sea where all their water would be contained.
is difficult to determine from the range of stupidities now monopolize the media, which is the largest since the chilenidad stupidity can conceive.
But perhaps elevate the status of illegal strike hunger, is the most inhuman, the most cruel, the most arrogant.
remember when it premiered at the world the movie "Gandhi" and how the so-called non-violence was something that absolutely all advocated as an alternative and solution to the human and political conflicts in the world. There were lines at movie theaters, and even today, more than two decades later, is still seen as a lesson in ethics. However, thirty-three Mapuche, using his body to express its outrage at a system that has allowed the perpetuation of abuse, are virtually ignored. And directly, vilified by government spokesmen.
Much more coverage can have an accident of some whore television to which uproots its silicone breast, or some brat who manipulates it to make him talk idiotic, or is of long hours of debate the image of a mediocre player masturbating in front of the mirror or turn fag expounding on unnecessary details of the forms of penetration which has been exposed by their partners.
forms of denial of who we are, and hypocrisy disguised as a clumsy euphemism, has in Chile heroes that exceed the standard. A few months ago, the hunger strike by Cuban Guillermo Fariñas was on the verge of tears ambiguous politicians like Senator Ignacio Walker. Democrat Senator
wanted, be the spokesperson for Latin America of the aberrations of a system that was shameful to the brink of death to a Cuban dissident. But first thirty-three Mapuche hunger strike by a repressive law applied to them with aggravation of his punishment, just listening to him babble is inaudible, tasteless, stupid, cowardly.
our memory is quite strange. If you forget the hustle and political opportunists in Walker, more reason have we forgotten the Juan Agustín Figueroa Yávar, life president of the Fundación Pablo Neruda, and who was the first to apply the anti-terrorism law created by Pinochet.
Moreover, by unlikely as it seems, is remembered in areas near certain neoprogresistas simulations, as a promising and conspicuous character of the Coalition, whose wisdom and insight would serve to stimulate future political coalitions in the making.
The comments and conclusions, can take them out each one, with the amount of nausea you want. Or lack thereof, as applicable.
meantime I'll stick with this back to the sea, this sounds painful, this cry for freedom thousand times severed from peers, siblings Mapuche.
* Photo taken from the network, no author noted. Prompt to remove in case of infringing copyright.