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(Español) Colombia: garantía de muerte
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Ni el llamado confinamiento declarado para gran parte del país, ni las campañas de pánico por posible infección y muerte por covid-19, como tampoco la efectiva militarización de ciudades como Cali, han sido suficientes para contener el copamiento de calles y avenidas por parte de miles de manifestantes. Una nueva ola de inconformismo toma cuerpo en Colombia, aunque aún no es claro si será desinflada por la decisión presidencial de desmontar parte del articulado impositivo de la pretendida reforma tributaria y llamar a la negociación –renuncia real pero sin reconocerlo de la totalidad del paquete impositivo– de un nuevo texto tributario. Los numerosos asesinados y lesionados, con pérdida de ojos, y golpizas a granel, demandan justicia y evidencian, un vez más, el necesario desmonte del Esmad.
¡Represión extrema!, esto es lo que han padecido cientos de manifestantes a lo largo de los días 28-29-30 de abril en las distintas ciudades de Colombia, con la ejecución, incluso, de una masacre en la ciudad de Cali con la afectación directa de sus sectores populares y de clase media.
En la capital del Valle del Cauca, un alzamiento liderado por cientos de jóvenes sorprendió al poder nacional y local, quien lo único que logró hacer fue atacarlos con total violencia. Entre los días 28-29 perdieron la vida 3 personas, entre ellas Marcelo Agredo[1], joven de 17 años, en el punto conocido como Puerto Resistencia (Cali), Juan Diego Perdomo 20 años (Neiva) al parecer por paro cardiaco.
El día 30 otras siete perdieron la vida y 7 denuncias más por asesinato están en verificación. Entre los verificados figuran: Einer Alexander Lazo –pensionado de la policía–, Jovita Osorio, docente infantil (muerta por asfixia, al caer al interior de su casa gases lacrimógenos), Daniel Felipe Azcárate, Julia Navarrete, Rosemberg Duglas, habitantes de los barrios Calipso, El Diamante, Sindical y el Paso del Comercio.
The Boarding
From the Notebook of the Cat-Dog
The Boarding
We boarded La Montaña [The Mountain] on April 30, 2021, at the scheduled time. The boat was docked about 50 breaststrokes away the harbor, “far from the hustle and bustle / of fake society.”[i] Fluttering around the boat were laughing gulls, cormorants, frigate birds, corococo birds, and even a little lost hummingbird making a nest in the pulpit. In the ship’s hull beneath the water, bottlenose dolphins drummed the beat of a cumbia, a whale shark kept the rhythm with its fins, and a manta ray moved its black wings like flying hips.
The buccaneer group, headed up by Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés who, along with a troop made up of an insurgenta[ii] who is part of the Tercios Compas [Zapatista media team], an insurgente who is a driver and a mechanic, a driver who is a Zapatista base of support, 5 more Terci@s Compas, a comandanta and two comandantes[iii] came to send off the maritime delegation—the 421st Squadron—and make sure that the group had everything that they needed for the nautical epic. A support team from the Sixth Commission also attended in order to write the obituaries of those who might die during the mission.
The ship’s crew didn’t put up any resistance. In fact, the captain had previously ordered that a large banner be raised on the mast of the boat with an image depicting the Zapatista maritime delegation, thereby including La Montaña and the whole crew in the struggle for life. With the masts and spars exposed, the symbol of Zapatista delirium rippled even more brightly in the wind.
We could say that it was a consensual boarding. There wasn’t any aggression on the part of the Zapatista troops nor by the vessel’s crew. You could say that there was a sort of mutual understanding between us and the crew of La Montaña even though in the initial meeting they were as surprised as we were.
We would have stood there looking at each other if it weren’t for an insect looking extraordinarily like a beetle who came out of the stern and screamed, “Boarding! If there’s a lot of them, we’ll run! If there’s only few, we’ll hide! And if there’s nobody, onward! We were born to die!” That was what settled everything. Bewildered, the crew looked first at the bug and then at us. We didn’t know if we should apologize for the interruption or join the pirate attack.
Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés thought it the right moment for introductions, so he said: “Good afternoon. My name is Moisés, Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés, and these are…” Turning around to present the troops, SubMoy realized that no one was there.