Victor Jara (1932 - 1973)
those born in the last decades of the last century figure known safety of the Chilean singer through the war stories and cassette tapes of our parents. My good friend Kulebras , with whom I shared my home five years of life, we have used in the desktops of our sumptuous dinners university and her mother Jara sang a song whose title I remember, before going to bed , when he was a puppy. Although neither my family nor I have been great lovers of music Jara, personally I always leaned more to Paco Ibáñez or Silvio Rodriguez will never forget the first time I heard from the mouths of senior perrolutxo the terrible story of the death of the victim of hate , ignorance, bigotry, shame, shamelessness ... fascism.
The September 12, 1973 , Victor Jara was arrested along with hundreds of teachers and students left at the Technical University of Santiago de Chile , where he remained for fateful September 11 military coup . When led, hands on neck, the next Chile Stadium, Estadio Victor Jara today, President Allende had died in the Moneda Palace and the military, supported by Nixon and Kissinger ruled that the time United States, and controlled the country.
Thousands of people were brutally tortured and killed for days at the Sports Palace in the Chilean capital. Victor Jara, as a public figure with strong ties to the ousted government and Communist Party member, received an exemplary punishment beatings and harassment based on both physical and psychological. Before being shot dead on September 15, the military had time to pick on their status as a musician. My father told me that they cut off the hands (literally) and invited him to play a guitar, but also speculated that the nails had been torn. The "official" says that in reality, the military broke the bones of his hands. In any event, the singer did the same and challenging sang one of his many revolutionary songs, certainly knows his tragic fate.
The next day, broken and lifeless body of Victor Jara was abandoned in a suburb of Santiago bleeding. He was only
one of the many souls who would take the bloody and terrible Operation Condor, starting from Washington . This small but very death of the history of music is now required by a small tribute to the dead from the terror of that "other" September 11th. To all those men in black that wanted to consign to oblivion. The products to which mint Jara's last poem that had the opportunity to write in the stadium that now bears his name.
are five thousand here.
In this small part of the city.
are five thousand.
How many of us in total
in cities across the country? We are here
ten thousand hands which plant seeds and make the factories.
much humanity to hunger, cold, panic, pain,
moral pressure, terror and madness!
Six of us were lost in space
stars.
One killed, another beaten as
never thought you could beat a human being.
The other four wanted to end their terror one jumping into nothingness
,
another beating his head against the wall,
but all with the death stare.
What horror the face of fascism!
They carry out their devious plan accurately
no matter what.
Blood for them are medals.
slaughter is an act of heroism.
Is this the world you created, God?
Is this what your seven days of wonder and work?
In these four walls only a number exists which does not progress. That slowly
want death.
But suddenly my conscience
and I see this tide has no heartbeat
and see the pulse of machines
and the military showing their midwives' faces full of sweetness.
And Mexico, Cuba, and the world?
cry out against this atrocity!
are ten thousand hands which do not produce.
How many of us in the whole country? Blood from the Companion
President
hits harder than bombs and machine guns.
So will our fist strike again.
Canto, too bad you come up when I have to sing
terror.
Horror which I live as I die
, horror.
see myself among so many m
omenta
infinity in which silence and screams
are the goals of this song.
I never saw
what I felt and what I feel
will sprout the moment ....
with goosebumps and one more bite in my ailing stomach leave you with this beautiful post that Mycroft has published a row of historical circumstances that we now live and this fantastic editorial the gazette .
