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Las Abejas de Acteal

(Español) Las Abejas de Acteal: 22 años de memoria y no olvido

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(Español) Continúa en Chiapas, el festival de cine convocado por el EZLN: “Puy Ta Cuxlejaltic”

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¿Que cómo llega a San Cristóbal, para ver cine zapatista dice?, no, esta vez no es en” Sancris”. Ahora tendrá que adentrarse un poco más a los Altos de Chiapas, allá rumbo a Teopisca, pasando Amatenango del Valle, como quien va a Comitán pues. Si encuentra un poco de trafico allá por Bethania, no se preocupe, disfrute de su clima, del paisaje, que las palomitas en la “Ballena”, no se terminan.

¿Que qué es la Ballena?, es una mega sala de cine también conocida como auditorio “Maricheweu”, en honor al pueblo Mapuche, que lxs zapatistas construyeron en plena montaña, en el también recién creado Caracol zapatista “Tulan Ka´u”. Y es que el gusto de lxs rebeldes chiapanecos por las artes es muy conocido, tanto que ahora convocan a este segundo festival de cine “Puy Ta Cuxlejaltic”, que durará toda esta semana.

¿Que si ahí también hay combos todo incluido y te lo llevan a tu butaca?, pues no precisamente. Si el hambre llama, en el intermedio es recomendable estirar los pies y bajar a los comedores donde podrán entrarle con gusto a las empanadas, tacos, caldos y una diversidad de comida que complace al paladar más exigente; algo así como la tía Chayito, que decía que como el pozol y el cochito horneado de Tuxtla, no hay dos.

Así que si usted es cinéfilo de corazón se puede quedar un día o los que guste, lugar para quedarse hay bastante, eso si lleve su casa de campaña y prepárese para disfrutar de un cielo estrellado y la luna llena de un “diciembre combativo”, que también incluirá, en distintas cedes, un festival de danza; un encuentro de Mujeres; foro en defensa de la tierra (CNI); y la celebración del 26 aniversario del levantamiento indígena zapatista.

AQUI LA PROGRAMACIÓN DEL FESTIVAL:

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Centro de Derechos Humanos Fray Bartolomé de Las Casas

(Español) Amenazas de muerte a defensora y al Frayba

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    • Gobierno de Rutilio Escandón omiso ante situación de riesgo a quienes defienden derechos humanos en Chiapas.

El Centro de Derechos Humanos Fray Bartolomé de Las Casas, A.C. (Frayba) manifiesta su preocupación por el alto riesgo a la vida, la integridad y seguridad personal de quienes conforman el Colectivo de Familiares de Presos en Lucha1 y el equipo Frayba; quienes hemos recibido en noviembre y lo que va de diciembre amenazas de muerte, vigilancia, hostigamiento e intimidación, en el contexto de la lucha por la libertad de presos de pueblos originarios, en particular de Juan de la Cruz Ruiz.

Las amenazas comenzaron el 12 de noviembre de 2019, cuando aproximadamente a las 22:00 horas, un coche negro con los vidrios polarizados dejó un sobre al interior del domicilio de una defensora del Colectivo de Familiares de Presos en Lucha. El sobre contenía un mensaje con recortes de periódico que decía: Faro: catastrófico aviso, clama por ayuda (por seguridad se omite el nombre de la defensora) está en peligro de muerte, la vida es muy corta la muerte es inevitable, una más, noviembre, cuídala trata de salvar su vida. Cabe mencionar que Faro es el apellido del Director del Frayba.

Posteriormente el 19 de noviembre, a las 8:25 horas, se descubrió en el domicilio de la defensora un nuevo mensaje en donde escribieron su nombre al parecer con sangre. Esa misma noche, a las 21:00 horas, se encontró una publicidad relacionada con una funeraria, en la casa de un integrante del Frayba. Cabe decir que en ninguna de las casas vecinas dejaron este anuncio. A raíz de estas amenazas hemos documentado una mayor vigilancia y hostigamiento tanto a las familias de los presos como a las organizaciones y colectivos que los acompañan. A la fecha, no se ha obtenido una respuesta adecuada de protección por parte de los mecanismos del Estado mexicano.

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(Español) Chiapas: Presos en Lucha denuncian continuos hostigamientos y amenazas a familiares

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Cereso número 5
San Cristóbal de las Casas,
Chiapas

A los medios de comunicación alternativos
Al Centro de derechos humanos de Fray Bartolomé de las Casas
A los periodistas y a los medios libres

Reciban un Cordial saludo fraternal de parte de la Organización la voz de indígenas en resistencia y la Organización la voz verdadera de Amate, ambos adherentes a la sexta declaración, recluidos en el Cereso número:5, San Cristóbal de las Casas, Chiapas.

Antes que nada muchísimas gracias por estar al pendiente de nosotros por nuestra lucha política que hemos realizado desde este penal #5 específicamente la huelga de hambre que iniciamo el pasado 15 de marzo de este mismo año.

Después de este saludo pasamos a lo siguiente, que desde el inicio de nuestra huelga de hambre hemos recibido constantes amenazas.

Para empezar estamos a un lado de la área de enfermería que estamos en plantón y ayuno por tiempo indefinido. estamos muy orgulloso por que nuestro espacio de lucha la hemos ganado a pesar de las constantes amenazas del director de este Centro penitenciario.

Pero ahora enfatizamos y sacamos nuestra palabra que afuera de este muro hay una persona que corre el peligro la integridad de su vida. la han amenazado de muerte. solo por que a sacado a la luz sobre las injusticia que hemos sufrido de parte del estado y somos víctimas de tortura pero a pesar de las amenazas vamos a seguir en la lucha y desaprobamos tajantemente esta cobarde amenaza.

Por eso exigimos la seguridad de la persona amenazada, exigimo la seguridad al Centro de los derechos humanos de Fray bartolome de las Casas que también este Centro a sido amenazada, también exigimos la seguridad que nos han acompañado en nuestra lucha política y por último también exigimos nuestra seguridad a medida que consigamos nuestras libertades.

Por eso hacemos un llamado a los defensores de los derechos humanos, a los medios libre y alternativo y a las ONGS a estar al pendiente sobre nuestra situación y las constantes amenazas que hemos recibimos y sobre nuestra situación desde este cereso número:5.

Desde este Cereso número:5 San Cristóbal de las Casas mandamos saludos combativos.

¡Ya basta de tantas amenasas!

Uniendo nuestro voces y fuerzas de los pueblos Mexicanos, triunfará las Verdaderas Justicias.

RESPETUOSAMENTE

Juan de la Cruz Ruíz y Adrán Gómez Jiménez, integrantes de la Organización La voz de indígenas en resistencia.

Germán López Montejo y Abraham López Montejo, integrantes de la Organización La Voz Verdadera de Amate.

A 9 de diciembre, 2019

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CERSS, N° 10.
Comitán, Chiapas, México
09/12/2019

Comunicado de presos indígenas

Organización viniketik en resistencias
Aderente a la sexta declaración de la selva lacandona. E.Z.L.N.

Al ejercito zapatista de liveracion nacional
A la sociedad civil nacional e internacional
Al pueblo creyente
A la sexta nacional e internacional
Al congreso nacional indígena, CIG
Al pueblo de mexico y al mundo

Compañeros y compañeras resivan un afectuso saludos combativos desde nuestro lugar de lucha.

a casi 9 meses de lucha desde nuestra manifestación pasifica que comenzamos el 15 de marzo pasado exigiendo justicia y livertad. hemos sido objetos de diferentes repreciones hostigaciones de parte de las autoridades ya que nos han proivido el contacto con otros compañeros internos, a habido ocaciones que nos hemos quedado asta 2 dias sin tener agua para nuestro haceo personal, hemos soportado agreciones ficica, agreciones verbales, supuestas reviciones que son utilisadas como intimidación, que nos an torturado psicologicamente con tal de frustar nuestra lucha, para que no sigamos exiguiendo nuestros derechos todas las violaciones del devido proceso. que an sido bulnerados por el simple hecho de ser indígenas y de escasos recurzos.

es por so que pedimos a los derechos humanos no gubernamentales y a las organizaciones sociales independientes que esten al pendiente de nosotros, y al mismo tiempo agradecemos su acompañamiento.

Atentamente

Organizacion viniketik en resistencia

Marcelino Ruiz Gómez
Valdemar Gómez Hernández
Pedro Pérez Jiménez

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(Español) “¡MARICHEWEU! Diez, cien, mil veces venceremos”, EZLN inicia festival de cine en Chiapas

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Amatenango del Valle, Chiapas. 7 de diciembre. Bases de Apoyo del EZLN, en especial jóvenes y jóvenas, junto con asistentes nacionales e internacionales, se dieron cita este sábado a la inauguración de la segunda edición del Festival de Cine: “Puy Ta Cuxlejaltic”, en el nuevo Caracol Zapatista Tulan Kaw, en los altos de Chiapas.

Tras arduos trabajos para culminar con las instalaciones del nuevo Caracol “Espiral digno tejiendo los colores de la humanidad en memoria de los caídos”, anunciado el pasado mes de agosto, hoy recibe a las y los asistentes al festival.

A la entrada del caracol entre la transitada carretera entre San Cristóbal y Comitán, se pueden apreciar diferentes carteles conmemorativos de las diversas actividades a la que los rebeldes chiapanecos han calendarizado como “diciembre combativo”.

En la parte frontal del Caracol también se encuentra con un sendero el cual lleva al visitante por diferentes exposiciones artísticas, así como proyecciones tanto en mega pantallas y pequeñas proyecciones, y templetes para las diferentes presentaciones al aire libre.

“¡MARICHEWEU! Diez, cien, mil veces venceremos”, se puede leer en una de las salas de proyección del festival en reconocimiento a la lucha del pueblo Mapuche en Chile.

En este primer día se han proyectado las películas: Gran Jornada de Mujeres que Luchan del colectivo Luces Rebeldes; Escuela por la Defensa del Territorio de la Sandía Digital y Witness; Corrientes del sur de Geovanni Ocampo Villanueva; Noosfera de Amelia Hernández; Santo Remedio de Andrea Ayala Luna, Ingrid Denisse Alarcón Díaz; Sobre la hierba de José Alfredo Jiménez Milán; 3 x 10 pesos de Uzziel Ortega Sánchez y David Donner Castro; El caminar de las Pastoras de Gabriela Ruvalcaba; Videoclip & Discurso de El Gran Om; y Soles Negros de Julien Elie.

A decir de los asistentes las proyecciones muestran las difíciles condiciones sociales, económicas y políticas en las que se encuentran las comunidades a nivel nacional e internacional.

Para el día domingo las películas a proyectar son: Huir de Daniel Hernández Delgadillo; Restos de viento de Jimena Montemayor; Birders de Otilia Portillo; Vaquero del mediodía de Diego Osorno; ¿Qué les pasó a las abejas? de Adriana Otero; y Poetas del Cielo de Emilio Maillé.

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EZLN

Program for the Second Film Festival “Puy ta Cuxlejaltic”

 

PROGRAM FOR THE SECOND FILM FESTIVAL “PUY TA CUXLEJALTIC”
December 7-15, 2019.

Saturday, December 7:

Gran Jornada de Mujeres que Luchan by the collective Luces Rebeldes.
Escuela por la Defensa del Territorio by Sandía Digital and Witness.
Corrientes del sur by Geovanni Ocampo Villanueva.
Noosfera by Amelia Hernández.
Santo Remedio by Andrea Ayala Luna, Ingrid Denisse Alarcón Díaz.
Sobre la hierba by José Alfredo Jiménez Milán.
3 x 10 pesos by Uzziel Ortega Sánchez and David Donner Castro.
El caminar de las Pastoras by Gabriela Ruvalcaba.
Videoclip & Discurso by El Gran Om.
Soles Negros by Julien Elie.

Sunday, December 8:

Huir by Daniel Hernández Delgadillo.
Restos de viento by Jimena Montemayor.
Birders by Otilia Portillo.
Vaquero del mediodía by Diego Osorno.
¿Qué les pasó a las abejas? by Adriana Otero.
Poetas del Cielo by Emilio Maillé.

Monday, December 9:

El gallinero by Fabián Ibarra.
Rojo by María Candelaria Palma Marcelino.
La bruja del fósforo paseante by Sofía Carrillo.
Gyuri by Mariana Lacerda.
Un amor en rebeldía by Tania Castillo.
Mujeres que luchan by Larissa Rojas.
El Vapor del Olvido by Marcos Ignacio Hidalgo Sánchez.
La Camarista by Lila Avilés.

Tuesday, December 10:

El sembrador by Melissa Elizondo Moreno.
Sanctorum by Joshua Gil.
Ya no estoy aquí by Fernando Frías de la Parra.
Titixte by Tania Hernández Velasco.
El Guardián de la memoria by Marcela Arteaga.

Wednesday, December 11:

“Kuxlejal” (life) by Elke Franke.
Rapsodia by Antonio del Rivero Herrera.
Las Lecciones de Silveria by Yolanda Cruz.
Retiro by Daniela Alatorre.
Voces de barro by Tania Paz.
Antes del olvido by Iria Gómez.

Thursday, December 12:

Los nacimientos de Celia by Carlos Hagerman.
Mamartuile by Alejandro Saevich.
Arcángel by Ángeles Cruz.
45 días en Jarbar by César Aréchiga.
Mano de obra by David Zonana.
Chicuarotes by Gael García Bernal.

Friday, December 13:

Lorena by Juan Carlos Rulfo
Nosotras by Natalia Beristain
Polvo by Chema Yazpik
Sonora by Alejandro Springall
Pájaros de Verano by Cristina Gallego and Ciro Guerra

Saturday, December 14:

RECTANGULAR ROUNDTABLE: FILM: CREATURES AND THEIR CREATORS

Sunday, December 15: 

Tuyuku (Ahuehuete) by Nicolás Rojas
Amador Hernández, una cabrona patada en la costilla by Martí Torrens
Dos episodios de la Docuserie Somos valientes, co-produced by Marcela Zendejas and Lidya Cacho:  Yucatán Episode, HUNAB; and Sinaloa Episode, Malala Academia.
Pasco, avanzar más allá de la muerte by Martín Sabio and Patricia Miriam Rodríguez

All programming subject to last-minute changes.

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Subcomandante Insurgente Galeano

A Whale in the Mountains of Southeastern Mexico

Sixth Commission of the EZLN
Mexico

December 2019.

To the National Indigenous Congress – Indigenous Governing Council:
To the individuals, groups, collectives and organizations of the Sixth in Mexico and internationally:
To the Networks of Resistance and Rebellion:
To film-lovers everywhere:

Considering, first and only, that:

A WHALE IN THE MOUNTAINS OF SOUTHEASTERN MEXICO

(Creatures and their Creators)

You have no idea how you ended up here in this place, though it seems it’s becoming something of a habit… “The traditions and customs of cityfolk,” you remember the late SupMarcos saying. You also remember how annoying he found those sarcastic comments…well, not just those comments. The afternoon has given way to evening. You stop, noticing in the distance a red, five-pointed star at the top of a mountain, with an enormous sign with so many letters that you can’t make out its message. Even more distant, you can make out the blue-gray silhouette of a braying horse with huge, illuminated letters that state, laconically: “TULAN KAW ZAPATISTA.”

At the entrance, the girl who guided you through that first impossible movie theater and her gang of kids approach you. You’re not sure whether to run, pretend not to know them, or freeze and see what happens. Any semblance of a strategy collapses because the girl takes you by the hand and chastises you: “Late again.”

You all cross through a wide flat space that appears to be set up like a county fair. You take a winding route through dozens of different “stations,” each booth with its own light-and-sound show, people dressed up as monsters, circus performers, and trapeze artists; over here there’s someone teaching art, and over there you can hear music, singing and dancing. People crowd together at their favorite “station”, laughing and shouting with delight and surprise, and, of course, taking selfies. At the edge of the path through the stations there’s a huge screen. You’re about to say, “Looks like a drive-in theater,” but a nearby sign reads: “Walk-In Theater. Tonight: Cantinflas and Manuel Medel in Águila o Sol[i]. Tomorrow: Piporro and Pedro Infante in Ahí viene Martín Corona[ii].

The girl leads you through the zigzagging path. Up ahead, a strange being, like a cat or a dog, is flanked on both sides by other girls and boys all talking at the same time.

You try to make out what they’re saying, but just then you see a huge banner with the face of…Boris Karloff?[iii] made up like the monster from Frankenstein, with a coffee cup in one hand and a half-eaten sweet bun in the other. The banner’s text repeats an ancient truism: “Nothing like coffee and a snack to bring you back to life.” Farther on another sign reads: “Maxillofacial Surgery. Get your best face and an irresistible smile!” with images of the monster from Alien from the series’ various prequels and sequels. You instinctively evaluate the cheeks from each version and shudder.

Amidst lots of brightly-colored lights there is a long mess hall (you can make out signs reading “ZAPATISTAS” and “WELCOME”). You’re about to say that it’s a bit chilly and that a hot coffee and a snack wouldn’t hurt when you see on one of the walls another banner with Edward James Olmos’ face announcing, “Soft-boiled sushi. Origami classes. Pest control. Bow ties. Gaff & Company.” Higher up, as if suspended from the ceiling, there’s an animated image of the geisha from Blade Runner. You pause for a moment trying to guess how such a novelty is possible, but the crowd behind you pushes you forward.

Almost at the end of the winding route of “stations,” there’s a table with a large model of what appears to be a future construction and a sign reading “Theater Project” with a collection box labeled “Anonymous Donations.” Behind an artisan shop nearby you see an image of a Facehugger advertising scarves and sleep eye-masks for sale.

Before you lies a path studded with lights and the silhouette of a large red star, and amidst some rubble, apparently placed there on purpose, flash images of a dystopian backdrop. The flickering lights barely illuminate the forest around you and the mountain above. Instead of individual trees, it’s as if the Zapatistas had strung the entire mountaintop with lights and the trees were merely branches on that great, hulking pine.

You decide that it would be best to turn around; nothing normal happens in Zapatista territory… at least, not to you. Every time you’ve come you’re left feeling somewhat discontent with and skeptical of yourself, and it takes you several days of your regular routine in the city to feel normal again. So you take a few steps back, looking for an opportunity to turn around without the boys and girls seeing you…

But then you see it, and stop dead in your tracks.

You tell yourself you’ve seen everything – that’s what the internet and its bandwidth are for – but what you’re seeing now is so illogical that… Well, you grab your cell phone and try to take a panoramic photo but you realize immediately that it’s impossible. You would need a satellite to capture the whole scene, because it’s clear that all of it is part of a puzzle and that to put it together you’d have to walk… and close your eyes.

But when you open your eyes, it’s still there. An enormous structure. A sort of huge hangar which, in seeming defiance of the laws of physics, extends back until it gets lost in the trees and the moist mountain surface. It’s like a galley whose figurehead is a red, five-pointed star. You wouldn’t be surprised if, in your peripheral vision, tons of small windows opened and dozens, hundreds, thousands of oars came out… and if inside, “writing in the sea[iv],” was the one-armed man of Lepanto.[v] It looks like a galleon, or a whaling ship… No, more like a lost whale who, trying to swim against the current, up the mountainside, has taken a rest among the trees and people—a lot of people, of all sizes and all colors. Even though most of them have their faces covered, their clothes are like a kaleidoscope moving around the great whale, absurd here in its stopover halfway up the mountain, just as everything that happens here is absurd.

No, it didn’t occur to you that this might be the “Pequod,[vi] but rather the legendary whale from Moby Dick with which Gregory Peck[vii] and Herman Melville were obsessed.

You’ve seen several signs that say “Film Festival,” but you haven’t seen any references to John Huston’s film or Melville’s novel. Then you remember something the Zapatistas once said: “We are speaking for another time. Our words will be understood in other calendars and geographies.” Even so, you are willing to respond with “Call me Ishmael[viii] if anyone asks your name, but then you notice three large banners covering one side of the structure. On the middle banner, embroidered with images of rope and spears, you read:

Trempülkalwe

That’s the Mapuche language, Mapudungun,” you hear someone explain to someone else. A little above that line the banner reads “MARICHEWEU! Ten, one hundred, one thousand times we will win.” As if to ratify that statement, ten, one hundred, one thousand masked people swarm around you, Zapatista young people, men, women, and otroas—the rowers on this paradoxical and good-spirited old galley—whose very existence, whose lives, seem to point to a triumph over a past that promised them nothing but death and oblivion.

You encounter this Mapuche cry of resistance and rebellion here in the mountains of the Mexican Southeast. Why does Zapatismo greet that originary people in this manner in these lands? Why the effort to take an ancestral history of resistance and rebellion from the continent’s southern tip and plant it here in these mountains—a place called “Tulan Kaw” (“strong horse” in Tojolabal and Tzeltal)—creating an irrational and anachronistic link between two resistances and rebellions with the same objective, the defense of mother earth?

You’re trying to decipher that puzzle when the kid gang pushes you into the belly of the whale…okay, fine, the auditorium. Inside there are lots of wood benches arranged in tiers following the slope of the mountain, and a stage with tables, three screens (the Zapatista version of 3D), speakers, and a bunch of cables spilling out like entrails.

Wait for us here. We’re going to go get some popcorn,” the little girl tells you. You start to say that you didn’t see any popcorn vendors but the kid gang has disappeared, exiting the belly of the whale…okay, okay, the auditorium. While you wait you look around the inside of the building. There are beings of all sorts on the benches, and on stage are people who, you assume, make films. They are talking about film as if responding to questions that, as far as you can tell, nobody has asked… at least, nobody you can see. Or maybe they’re just talking to themselves.

The little girl and her gang come running back in, all carrying bags of popcorn. The little girl gives you a bag and explains, “I only put a little bit of salsa on them so you wouldn’t get a stomach ache.” The entrance of the kid gang serves like a signal and the rest of the crowd leaves en masse. The people on stage heave a sigh of relief. One confesses, “Phew! Now I remember why I chose to work in film!” Another says, “This is like a horror film mixed with a thriller and a science fiction flick. I fear the screenplay holds nothing good in store for me.” And another adds, “To be honest, I didn’t know how to answer her, she just had too many questions.” “True,” says still another, “it’s like being on trial but without a defense attorney… and knowing you’re guilty.”

The little girl whispers in your ear, “If SupGaleano comes looking for us, you tell him that we’ve been here the whole time, that you brought the popcorn yourself from the city and shared it with us. Even if he’s angry, don’t give in, remain firm! Resistance and rebellion, you know.” Just then you hear over the loudspeaker: “Please report any information or tips on the location of one cat-dog, wanted for theft of strategic material from the office of the General Command. The suspect tends to travel in the company of a gang of kids who… okay fine, forget the kids, but the cat-dog is unmistakable.” The aforementioned, with what you could swear is a mischievous smile, burrows into the little girl’s lap.

You are weighing the wisdom of lying to a Subcomandante when everyone comes back in with fragrant bags of popcorn and takes their seats. From the stage, someone says, “Nobody has any frivolous questions? I mean, to get back to normalcy and make everyone believe that this is a film festival like any other.”

Would you look at that,” you say to yourself, “a film festival where explanations, reason, and reflection are expected. As if a great big question mark had appeared on the screen and everyone (todas, todos, todoas) was expecting…what are they expecting? The little girl responds with a confession, “See, the thing is, we’re all kind of happy that these people who make film came here, because what if they are sad or their hearts anxious because they don’t know where these things they created ended up? It’s a good point, right? So we invited them to come and tell us if they are okay, or not okay, or depends. Maybe they’ll even start to dance and eat popcorn and their hearts will be glad,” the little girl says with her mouth full and her cheeks stained bright with salsa.

It seems like there’s an intermission, so everyone, including you, leaves the building. To your surprise, there is now a mobile popcorn vendor outside followed by a long curving line of kids waiting their turn, like a comet with a trail of lights. It looks like there’s another vendor a little ways off, and you can make out another still further away. You get in line and once you have your bag of popcorn you stare in wonder at the absurd movie theater with its rebellious inclinations, challenging all logic and the law of gravity itself…

The mythical Mapuche whale, Mocha Dick, swimming up the mountain, with all these people in its wake… “and mid most of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air,” (Moby Dick. Herman Melville, 1851).

The irreverent cetacean as part of the jigsaw puzzle.

Film as something more, much more, than a movie.

As if all this were just part of a bigger jigsaw puzzle, you see a giant poster announcing a dance festival, another about the defense of territory and mother earth, another about an international gathering of women who struggle, another about a birthday, and signs, lots of them, signaling bathrooms, showers, internet, supplies, “a world where many worlds fit,” the Junta de Buen Gobierno (Good Government Council), the Zapatista Autonomous Municipality in Rebellion, the Information and Vigilance Commission… at this point you wouldn’t be surprised to run into Elías Contreras, sitting and smoking outside a hut with “Investigation Commission” inscribed over the doorway.

You detect a lot of loose pieces. There are some people who can only be differentiated from the locals because they have a nametag that reads “National Indigenous Congress” and, of course, they don’t have their faces covered. There are also “citizens” or “cityfolk,” which is what Zapatismo calls those who live or at least survive in the city. You’re exasperated to realize there are and will be many more pieces. It’s as if Zapatismo has set out to challenge humanity with enigmas…or with the silhouette of a world, another world.

It’s as if your life mattered to someone you don’t even know. Someone for whom you may have done much, or a little, or nothing, but who takes you into account in any case. It’s as if only now do you realize that this “Caracol of Our Lives” includes you and yours…ten, one hundred, one thousand times over.

This piece of the puzzle, film, like life, takes place inside a whale injured on both sides, swimming upstream in the mountains of the Mexican Southeast…

But that’s impossible… isn’t it?

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Given the above, the EZLN’s Sixth Commission invites the men, women, otroas, children, and elders of the Sexta, the CNI, and the Networks of Resistance and Rebellion around the world, as well as those film fanatics who can and want to come, to the Film Festival:

“PUY TA CUXLEJALTIC”

(“Caracol of Our Lives”)

The second edition of which will be held in the Zapatista Caracol of Tulan Kaw, in the mountains of the Mexican Southeast, December 7-15, 2019.

The film schedule and festival activities will be posted at the Festival.

From the mountains of the Mexican Southeast,

SupGaleano,
Chasing after the most terrible mutation of Xenomorph: the Cat-Dog.
What? Well, because he stole my popcorn. And film without popcorn is like… how can I explain it?
Like tacos without salsa, like Messi without a ball, like a donkey without a rope, like a penguin without a tux, like Sherlock without Watson, like Donald Trump without Twitter (or vice versa)…
wha? Okay, that was another bad example.
Mexico, December 2019

 

[i]   Águila o Sol (1937): One of the first films starring Mexican comic Cantinflas.
[ii] Here Comes Martin Corona (1952): Mexican comedy Western starring Pedro Infante.
[iii] Stage name for William Henry Pratt [1887-1969], a British actor who played Frankenstein’s monster in the original 1931 film.
[iv] To row.
[v] Miguel de Cervantes, whose lost use of his left arm after a suffering a gunshot wound in the naval Battle of Lepanto against the Ottoman fleet.
[vi] The fictional 19th-century whaling ship that appears in the 1851 novel, Moby Dick.
[vii] Peck starred in John Huston’s 1956 film Moby Dick as Captain Ahab.
[viii] Chapter One of Moby Dick begins with the words «Call me Ishmael,» as narrated by the only surviving crewmember of the Pequod.

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NotiFrayba

(Español) NotiFrayba: derecho a una vida libre de violencia

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En el contexto del Día Internacional de la Eliminación de la Violencia contra la Mujer, integrantes de Pueblos Originarios de distintas regiones en Chiapas denunciaron que proyectos y programas del gobierno mexicano no garantizan el derecho a una vida libre de violencia, rechazaron la militarización de sus territorios, visibilizaron la falta de acceso a la justicia y exigieron cese la criminalización a defensoras de derechos humanos

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CNI/CIG | EZLN

Invitation to a Gathering in Defense of Territory and Mother Earth

To the peoples of Mexico and of the world:
To the national and international Sixth:
To the CIG support networks:
To the press:

Capitalism is a world economic system which has, since its birth, operated against human life and our mother earth. Its logic of accumulation and profit can only be reproduced through the ever-increasing exploitation of human labor and permanent dispossession of the land and territory of all of the peoples of the world, especially originary peoples.

In its current neoliberal phase, capitalism takes on ever more monstrous forms, declaring open war against humanity and the earth, our mother. Its current economic model is based on the global reach and dominance of financial capital over peoples, nations, and entire continents. Sustained by massive military and extractivist industries, this system’s insatiable logic of capitalist accumulation and consumption is fueled through real or fictitious wars, the proliferation of organized crime, as well as foreign invasions and coup d’états, putting the very conditions for human existence on the planet at risk.

Furthermore, the current system has intensified the patriarchal organization it inherited from previous systems and civilizations, becoming a violent enemy not only of humanity in general but of women and our mother earth in particular. That is, the exploitation of and deep structural violence against women are characteristic of capitalism, although they were born before it. Private property, the basis of the capitalist system, can’t be understood or explained except as part of a patriarchal system of domination over women and the earth.

(Continuar leyendo…)

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Noticias de Abajo

(Español) Noticias de Abajo – 8 de octubre de 2019

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ROMPIENDO FRONTERAS

ECUADOR: LEVANTAMIENTO CONTRA MEDIDAS ECONOMICAS ANTIPOPULARES. PARO NACIONAL Y UNIDAD DEL MOVIMIENTO INDIGENA. Las medidas económicas que activaron la protesta – wambra. ACTUALIZACIÓN] Fuerte represión matutina en Quito en el 5to día de Paro Nacional en Ecuador Leer más ecuador.indymedia. ecuadortoday

ARGENTINA: SIGUE LA REPRESION A COMUNICADORES EN El gobierno de Macri avanza hacia el absolutismo, acallando medios de comunicación con la justicia corrupta  – radiolanegra

KURDISTAN: E.UU. comienza a retirarse de Siria dejando abierta la puerta para una invasión turca a gran escala / Los kurdos serían los más afectados – resumenlatinoamericano

PERU: #Huamachuco: Cinco muertos por ataque de mineros contra ronderos – tomatecolectivo
Deuda y Reparaciones en Haití y Puerto Rico – radiotemblor

DESDE EL OMBLIGO DEL MONSTRUO

MEXICO: CAMPAÑA DE DENUNCIA Y ARTICULACIÓN: Jornada de los Pueblos Indígenas en Defensa de Nuestros Territorios ¡Samir Flores Vive! endefensadelosterritorios

MEXICO: ORIGENES OSCUROS DE LOS MANDOS POLICIACOS México. El plan de seguridad de la CDMXPor OLEP – kaosenlared.

MICHOACAN: Comunidad de la Meseta Purépecha anuncia su levantamiento en armas – Revolución 3.0 – Noticias – revolucion.news

ZACATECAS: Se interpone nueva denuncia penal por intervención de maquinaría en el Ejido El Potrero – OtrosMundos

CHIAPAS: Destruyen campamento de presos en plantón: Viniketik en Resistencia – chiapasdenuncia

OAXACA: solidaridad contra la repesión y la impunidad. COMUNICADO COAA EN SOLIDARIDAD CON CODEDI y Xanica.

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