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Colectivo Pozol

“What happens in Xochicuautla is a mirror of what happens to other peoples in the whole country” – indigenous peoples

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“El Estado mexicano en sus tres niveles, tiene responsabilidad de lo que está ocurriendo en el país, por su forma de actuar y no actuar, así como por ser fiador de la impunidad, debido a una política de doble discurso”, CNI.

Xochicuautla estado de México. 21 de diciembre. “Nuestra misión es cuidar nuestra tierra, Sabemos lo importante que es preservarla, no existe valor más precioso que la vida misma”, expresa el Consejo Supremo Indígena de Xochicuautla, en la inauguración del primer Festival de las Resistencias y las Rebeldías contra el Capitalismo, en el municipio de Lerma, Estado de México, convocado por el Ejército Zapatista de Liberación Nacional y el Congreso Nacional Indígena.

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Radio Zapatista

First images of the Festival of Resistance and Rebellion against Capitalism

Radio Zapatista

Esas piedras que provoquen esas chispas

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John Gibler

The Disappeared

The story of September 26, 2014, the day 43 Mexican students went missing — and how it might be a turning point for the country

By John Gibler

Illustrations by Clay Rodery

By the first days of October, the outdoor basketball court at the Rural Teachers College in Ayotzinapa, a town in the Mexican state of Guerrero, had become an open-air waiting room of despair. Pain emanated like heat. Under the court’s high, corrugated tin roof, the families of 43 missing students gathered to face the hours between search expeditions, protests, and meetings with government officials, human-rights workers, and forensic anthropologists. Assembled in clumps at the court’s edges, sitting on the concrete floor or in plastic folding chairs formed in semicircles, they spoke in hushed tones and kept to themselves. Most had traveled from small, indigenous, campesino communities in Guerrero’s mountainsides. Many had arrived without a change of clothes. They had all come to look for their sons.

On the night of September 26, 2014, in the city of Iguala, 80 miles away, uniformed police ambushed five buses of students from the college and one bus carrying a professional soccer team. Together with three unidentified gunmen, they shot and killed six people, wounded more than 20, and “disappeared” 43 students. One victim’s body was found in a field the next morning. His killers had cut off his face. Soldiers at the 27th Infantry Battalion army base, located less than two miles away and tasked with fighting organized crime, did not intercede.

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Preparations for the First World Festival of Resistance and Rebellion against Capitalism


Federal Police attacks students from Ayotzinapa who prepared a solidarity concert

Guerrero, México, 14 Dic 2014.- Inebriated Federeal Police officers attacked students from Escuela Normal de Ayotzinapa, who prepared the concert “A light in the darkness,” which was planned in the city of Chilpancingo this afternoon in solidarity with the 43 students disappeared by police forces in Iguala.

There are about 17 people wounded, among them two relatives of the disappeared students, students from Ayotzinapa, teachers from CETEG and UNAM students. Medical attention was denied by the Chilpancingo Red Cross, reason for which they were transferred to other hospitals. Phones, shoes and wallets were taken from them.

Hear an interview with Omar García, student from the Normal de Ayotzinapa, from the location of the events:
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Radio Zapatista

Letter to Alexander Mora Venancio

San Cristóbal de las Casas, Chiapas. 10 December 2014.
By: Eugenia Gutiérrez
Radio Zapatista



Allow me, young man, to address you with new words. Receive them with the freshness of your age. Welcome them without restraint. They are a brief greeting from someone who knows you without having met you, because she finds you in the memory of a wounded people, because she identifies you in the indignation of a planet united today in favor of its basic rights. They are, additionally, a request and a proposal.

You don’t know about me, so let me introduce myself. I am any Mexican mother of a student and teacher as determined and young as yourself, as enthusiastic about soccer as yourself. I am any teacher who is excited and nervous in front of fifty pairs of restless eyes like yours. I write to you from my privilege of someone who is fully alive in a graveyard nation. I sit down to write this message in a nation wounded by deadly governments. I write to you because your family and colleagues inform us that you have departed, that murderous hands have cut your life short. I hear in the voice of your father Ezequiel that you are already at the side of your mother Delia. I then read that your sisters and brothers weep. But, inexplicably, you are still here. As here as Chilango, as Julio César, as Daniel, as Gabriel and Jorge Alexis, as a woman, a man, and a sportsman who have presumably departed. Your words gather coherently in your colleagues’ facebooks and they inform us that you’re still here. As here as Andrés and Aldo, but no longer in so much pain. I watch your face looking at me from the raised arms in the avenues. I watch your face looking at me from the seats you occupy in auditoriums, conferences, and colloquiums. With you are forty-two friends who, with the force of silence, speak up one by one.

I want to ask you something, dear colleague. I write to you from my privilege as a professor who never slept on the floor to be able to study. You and I were born under the same sky, forged by the same history. For nineteen years, we walked without meeting on the same land, that of a tricolor banner that is losing its balance. On this land, with its majestic mountains and formerly crystal-clear waters, hundreds of thousands of other shattered lives pile up. You know it. Your colleagues know it too. Not for nothing did they choose to get an education in the schools where the poorest children study, those who can die incinerated. Not for nothing are all of you always remembering the fallen. But I write to you, Alexander, because an unexplainable fate chose you to shake up lethargies in this wounded Mexico. I want to ask you to help us sow in green and white all those disjointed lives in sierras that may once again become mothers, to refresh them in ancestral lakes, to pronounce them in immutable deserts, without screams. I dare ask you this because you’ve already met the fire, the air, and the water that will take you back to the land sowed by your father, because you move around nimbly in the stardust we once were, we are and will be again.

Finally, dear teacher, a proposal. I write it from my privilege as a woman who has not yet been raped, nor tortured, nor cut down in this region of femicides. I no longer speak to the youth; I speak to the man. I propose to you that we struggle together for the immediate reconstruction of our shredded rights. That you gracefully assume the role of inextinguishable light assigned to you by history, that you remain unscathed beside those who think you and feel you. I resort to your memory, Alexander, because remembering you reconstitutes us, strengthens us, because it rearranges our unhinged will and gives us new boundaries, because your friends call you “The Rock.” Let us gather around your presence so that the burdensome absences produced by this genocidal system may disappear.

Those are my request and my proposal. I bid you farewell without doing it and I prepare myself, with you, for whatever is to come. I hope my words do not bother you. Accept them now that we feel so determined to inhabit a country and a planet of well-deserved freedoms.

We do not forget, Alexander. Let us not forget.

With respect,



Regeneración Radio

Hasta la victoria, Alexander.- Carta de los padres de Alexander Mora Venancio

Espoir Chiapas

Caravana de Madres Centroamericanas llega a Chiapas


San Cristobal, Huixtla, Tapachula

Después de llegar al albergue para personas migrantes “la 72” en Tenosique y a la “casa del Caminante J’tatic Samuel Ruiz” de Palenque la décima caravana de Madres Centroamericanas visito a varios estados del País (Veracruz, Tabasco, Hidalgo, San Luis Potosí, Jalisco, DF, Oaxaca) llegara a San Cristóbal, Chiapas el día Martes 2 de diciembre.

Empezaran a las 18.30hrs, tras el recibimiento, por una ceremonia Maya con asociaciones y organizaciones Locales. El día 3 por la mañana tendrán reunión con el comité de familiares de migrantes desaparecidos, Junax Kotantik. El mismo día viajaran para Tapachula, para encontrar a las 7pm, organizaciones local y el Centro de Derechos Humanos Fray Matías de Córdoba. El día siguiente, el 4 visitaran la “casa parroquial de Huixtla” y al Padre Heyman Vazquez y migrantes en transito.

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Ya nos cansamos solidarity network

Online dialog between Ayotzinapa and universities and community organizations in the US and Mexico – Dec 2

Mexico Speaks: Ayotzinapa students and parents of the 43
2 Dec 2014 – 19:30 to 22:30 (Eastern Time)


The Ayotzinapa students and parents of the 43 take the podium & speak up, in an international dialogue with university & community organizations in Mexico and the USA.


1) 7:30 pm – 8:30 pm. Art Workshop with artists (looking for more artists)

Beginning of international call

2) 8:30 p.m. – 8:40 p.m. Introduction by Juan Carlos Ruiz

3) 8:40 p.m. – 8:50 p.m. Introduction of Ayotzinapa context and “Plan Mexico”

4) 8:50 – 9 pm. Introduction to the Ferguson Context and the militarization and police violence in the U.S. (10 min)

5) 9 pm – 9:30 pm. Voices of Mothers and Fathers of Ayotzinapa and Ferguson

6) 9:30 pm – 10:30 pm. Mics open to students and organizers of the actions on Dec. 3 – What does Solidarity look like? How do we organize December 3rd and beyond?

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