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(Español) Vida, respeto y palabra. Crónica del segundo encuentro zapatista de Mujeres que Luchan.
Milicianas zapatistas, inauguración del Segundo Encuentro Internacional de Mujeres que Luchan.
27/dic/2019. Foto: RZ
Vida, respeto y palabra.
Crónica del segundo encuentro zapatista de Mujeres que Luchan.
Texto, audios y fotos: fuimos todas.
Soñamos “que el patriarcado ardía” y que era posible habitar espacios libres de crueldad. Mucho tiempo lo grafiteamos, lo teorizamos, lo escracheamos y lo propusimos. Luego vinimos a gritar ese sueño en territorio libre de feminicidios. Aquí lo lloramos y lo gemimos. Aquí lo cantamos bailándolo, cariñándolo en este valle de organización y trabajo. Del 26 al 29 de diciembre de 2019 las mujeres zapatistas nos cobijaron en su regazo colectivo y rebelde para arroparnos en dignidad dentro de un semillero que lleva el nombre de la comandanta Ramona, fallecida hace 14 años. Pisando sus huellas, las de Susana y las de todas las madres fundadoras del Ejército Zapatista de Liberación Nacional, llegamos a este encuentro que nunca debió ser. La violencia contra las mujeres, el tema a discutir en este encuentro internacional, tendría que haber disminuido si las condiciones sistémicas de paridad y equidad que promulgamos desde los debates feministas fueran suficientes. Pero no lo son. Estas islas rebeldes autónomas y autogestivas zapatistas, que se han multiplicado en el último año, resisten dentro de un mar agitado de violencia generalizada que alcanzó los 38 mil asesinatos este 2019 en un México que no funciona. Esa misma violencia golpea a miles de millones de personas, particularmente mujeres, niños y niñas, según lo explican unas 4 mil mujeres que llegaron de 49 países que tampoco funcionan.
Words of the Indigenous Revolutionary Clandestine Committee-General Command of the EZLN, in the voice of Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés, on the 26th Anniversary of the Beginning of the War Against Oblivion
Source: Enlace Zapatista
Audio: Radio Pozol
Words of the Indigenous Revolutionary Clandestine Committee-General Command of the EZLN, in the voice of Subcomandante Insurgente Moisés, on the 26th Anniversary of the Beginning of the War Against Oblivion
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December 31, 2019.
January 1, 2020.
Good afternoon, good morning, good evening, good day to everyone, [todas, todos y todoas]:
To the compañeras and compañeros who are Zapatista bases of support:
To the compañeras and compañeros who are Zapatista comandantas and comandantes:
To the Zapatista autonomous authorities:
To the compañeras and compañeros who are milicianos, milicianas, insurgentas and insurgentes:
To the National Indigenous Congress – Indigenous Governing Council:
To the National and International Sixth:
To the Networks of Resistance and Rebellion:
Brothers and sisters in Mexico and throughout the world:
Through me, the Zapatista Army for National Liberation speaks.
“Canek said:
I read in a book that in the old days, the rulers wanted to call together armies to defend the lands they governed. First, they called up the cruelest men because they supposed that these men were accustomed to blood. So they drew their armies from the prisons and the slaughterhouses. But it turned out that when these people stood face to face with the enemy, they turned pale and threw down their arms. Then the rulers turned to the strongest men – the stone masons and the miners. To these men, they gave armor and heavy weapons and sent them out to do battle. But again, the mere presence of the enemy instilled weakness in their arms and dismay in their hearts. The rulers wisely then turned to men who were neither strong nor fierce nor bloodthirsty, but were simply brave and had something rightly to defend – the land they worked, the women they slept with and the children whose laughter delighted them. And when the time came, these men fought with so much fury that they drove off their enemies and were forever free of their threats and persecution.” [i]
Sisters, brothers, hermanoas:
It was 26 years ago, on an afternoon like this one, that we came down from our mountains to the big cities in order to challenge those in power. At that time, we had nothing more than our own death – a double death, because we were dying a physical death and also a death of oblivion. We had to choose: whether to die like animals or die like human beings who struggle for their lives.
So it was that when dawn broke on that January 1, we had fire in our hands.
The big boss we faced then is the same one who despises us today. He had another name and another face, but he was and is the same ruler.
We rose up and a space was opened for the word. So we opened our heart to the hearts of other sisters and brothers and compañeros, and our voice was met with support and comfort from all the colors of the world from below.
