From the cell I remember the smell of the barricade, the smoking tires, the springs after the mattress was consumed, and the neighbors with their contributions to the campfire. I remember like yesterday the hood, the gloves, the gun in the belly, the clean bullets, the heavy backpacks, the desire to see if one day, on the 29th, they will get paid this time and not us. I remember gathering the materials, coordinating with the comrades, going out into the street, the neighbor who told me “take care son,” or the neighbor who asked me if I was going to hunt ghosts, the determined and eager steps to throw myself into the fight, the smell of gunpowder after the shot, the whistle of the first shot, I remember teary-eyed after the first tear gas, running towards the pole, the parapet and the moment. Moving forward dressed like the night, good times, which I hope many can and want to live, because it is necessary to return the blows, nothing can go unpunished.
On March 29, Mauricio Maigret, Paulina Aguirre, the brothers Eduardo and Rafael Vergara are commemorated, cowardly murdered, in memory of their ideas, their consequence and their courage that in a context of dictatorship and death dared to do something in the bloodiest moments of this country, without letting fear immobilize them. Motivated by inequality and love for their peers, neighbors, families and comrades, those desires for justice in the face of so much abuse that, as yesterday, is still present today, and as new generations learn from the history of those who fought before, detaching ourselves from arrogance, we must learn from the successes and mistakes in order to be more prepared against the reprisals of power. On the 29th, the street is ours, on the corners of the towns the scene of confrontation is generated.
A warm hug to those who take to the streets, to those who feel the duty to respond to the bullets, which killed several of our people, such as Sebastián Overluij, Norma Vergara, Emilia Bau, residents like Anibal Villarroel, respond and break the homicidal silence that killed 81 burned prisoners, or Macarena Valdés, Alejandro Castro, Daniela Carrasco, Santiago Maldonado, to fight the brutality that killed Araceli Romo and Pablo Vergara, Matías Catrileo, the FPMR commanders José Miguel and Tamara, teachers with their throats slit, there are so many names that there would be no paper left. In the memory of those who lived and died dignified and with their principles, irreducible, because they are the dead of yesterday and who in other times fought the same enemies that we continue to face in the present and that continue to kill with impunity.
To break with comfort and intend to carry out the conflict, on this path there are different trenches, we have to know which one we are in and from there be able to contribute from good sense and humility, each gesture is a bullet, which one day can go through the bodies of those responsible, because in memory we also have to have the name of those who were the murderers of our dead like William Vera, Francisco Jara Jarpa, like the owners of RP Global, or the agents of the state, and the list would go on because there are many who enjoy impunity, the murderers are, live, and move peacefully through their neighborhoods, those who repress the people who protest in the towns and the prisoners in the prisons. There are so many lives to avenge, there are so many lives taken that so much blood cannot be thrown into oblivion.
Something has to be done, you can’t spend it talking or waiting for moments, ideas without facts are just straw mill, they are mental masturbations, there is a lot to do, little to talk about, that is why we are afraid to educate ourselves, to learn, to be more strategic, to know how to recognize our mistakes and those of our comrades and learn from them, because nowhere do we find them nor do they give us a manual. It is natural to err, but improving is the work, to make us more dangerous and capable of facing and rising to the occasion and continue fighting against this system of bad distribution and domination, in the memory always of our dead!
Nothing is over!
Lead and revenge against power and its hitmen!
Let’s look for the conditions!
Lucas Hernández.
Anarchist prisoner.
Santiago Uno.
Source: Informativo Anarquista