Argentina’s National Day of Memory for Truth and Justice is a public holiday that commemorates all those who lost their lives or otherwise suffered under the National Reorganization Process, a military dictatorship that seized power in Argentina on March 24, 1976 (why you shouldn’t fucking call it “Dirty War”)
Operation Condor was a campaign of political repression and state terror in Latin American countries involving intelligenceoperations and assassination of opponents, mainly civilians, originally planned by the CIA. It started in 1968 and was officially implemented in 1975 by the right-wing dictatorships of the Southern Cone region of South America.
“Old loves that are no longer here, the hope of those who lost, all the promises that go away, and those who fell in any war. All is kept in memory dream of life and history. The deception and complicity of the genocidaires who are free, the pardon and the punto final to the beasts of that hell. All is kept in memory dream of life and history. Memory awakes to injure the sleeping people that don’t let it live free like the wind.
The disappeared that we look for with the color of their births, hunger and abundance that come together mistreatment with its bad memories. All is nailed into memory, thorn of life and history. Two thousand would eat for a year with what a military minute costs. How many would stop being slaves for the price of a bomb thrown to the sea? All is kept in memory dream of life and history. Memory stabs until it bleeds the peoples that tie it and don’t let it go free like the wind.
All the dead of the AMIA and those of the Israeli Embassy, the secret power of weapons. A justice system which looks and doesn’t see.It’s all hidden in memory, refuge of life and history. It was when churches went silent. It was when futbol ate everything that the Palottine fathers and Angelelli left their blood in the mud. It’s all hidden in memory, refuge of life and history. Memory blows up until it defeats the peoples that trample on it and that don’t let it be free like the wind.
America with destroyed souls. The children killed by the death squad. Mugica‘s ordeal for the slums The Dignity of Rodolfo Walsh. It’s all loaded in memory, weapon of life and of history. Memory aims until it kills, the people who try to silence it and don’t let it fly free like the wind.”
What has the United States goverment done to Latinos or Filipinos? I’m sick of this anti-American rhetoric coming out of the left wing nut jobs on this site. If you hate America so much get your ass out of here. We don’t need you.
“What has the United States done to latinos and filipinos?” Google is free you stupid bitch
Also i don’t live in united states of Imperialism lmao
“get your ass out of here” fgkjdfkgjklfgj says the one country who gets wet everytime that they think about sending military shit to every country that they know
what has the U.S. done to Latinos, you ask?
checkmate, bitch.
also it’s not anti-American rhetoric, it’s anti-U.S. learn the difference.
If you’re countries weren’t ran by a bunch of retards and communists. We wouldn’t have to intervene. Still doesn’t explain why South America is shit hole. It still doesn’t explain how the US took your culture away from you. It still doesn’t explain why your countries are poor and dirty. Trump should pull back all foreign aid from you ungrateful sons of bitches.
if the U.S. wasn’t so insecure and threatened by the politics and democracies of other countries then this wouldn’t have ever happened. “oh my god, this country is going to possibly elect a communist through a fair election? a country that’s not mine and has nothing to do with me? well, time to overthrow their governments and go kill thousands of innocent people for no reason just because communism scares me” ???? there is never a NEED to intervene. Latin America’s politics are not meant to serve U.S. purposes. nobody in Latin America or anywhere else in the world owes ANYTHING to the U.S., not socially, not economically, not politically. and the U.S. just can’t stand that attitude. why? because the U.S. would be absolutely nothing without international exploitation. that’s not a secret and it doesn’t take more than a functional brain to realize that.
also, there’s no need to address me as if I’m not a U.S. citizen myself. I’m not even Latina. not everyone in the U.S. is as brainwashed and imperialistic as you. grow the fuck up, read some books that aren’t peppered with U.S. centrism for once, and understand why there is absolutely nothing that the U.S. has given to Latin America that they should be grateful for.
also, many Latin American countries are doing much better than the U.S. in many regards and have been for a while. but I wouldn’t expect you to know that with your head shoved so far up your ass.
but hey, I hope some day when innocent people including the people you love die in the U.S. because our governments and politics are “threatening” to other nations that you’ll have the same energy!!
The tide of diversity filled the streets of Buenos Aires this Saturday, November 17, to reaffirm that to love is to resist. The LGBTQ Pride March performed its 27th edition with the presence of more than 200 thousand people as they marched toward the Plaza de Congreso.
i was 14 and i was walking through a mall by myself at 12am after my shift at coldstone creamery lol and a bunch of men started whistling and meowing and getting really close to me and they kept asking me questions and i kept not answering until i didn’t know what else to do so i said “i’m only 14” and almost in unison they said “we don’t care” i was so fucking scared i didn’t know what to do and they kept talking about how i looked and how my body looked and what they would do i was on the verge of tears i was all alone in a huge mall i knew i couldn’t outrun them all i felt totally hopeless until a maintenance worker came up to all of us with a huge industrial broom in her hand, i thought she was going to yell at all of us for being in the mall after hours bc she probably thought we were all friends but instead she cursed all of them out in spanish, threatened to press a panic button on her belt and then proceeded to walk me to the basement garage and waited with me until my mom got there to pick me up she had a death grip on her cart the whole time and a face of steel she looked so strong and i just kept saying thank you and she kept saying not to thank her because she had to stop them.
that was the moment i realized women were the most important beings on this planet and we have to protect each other bc nobody else is going to, she didn’t even know me, we couldn’t even communicate that well because of the language barrier, she could have lost her job for waiting with me in the parking lot but she looked out for me when she didn’t have to, she had nothing to gain from it, i’m 21 now and i tell everyone this story even though it happened 7 years ago, what she did that night helped me form and shape lot of my beliefs early on.
i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.
my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm.
“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”
i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.
another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”
protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.
I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me.
“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.”
I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important.
GIRL CODE. FUCKIN’ GIRL CODE. LEAVE NO GIRL BEHIND. EVER.
Ignisfilimundi 