Filed under: Editorials, Mexico, Political Prisoners, Repression, Southern Mexico
From Anarchist Black Cross – Mexico
Translated by Scott Campbell
“Freedom doesn’t exist when the expression of thought is prohibited.”
B. Traven
October 2, to the fallen, to the murdered, to the disappeared, you are not forgotten
October 2, Justice
Greetings to each and every one of you who have taken the time to hear these words. It is also my desire to send you a fraternal embrace wherever you are, be it in your daily resistance against the imposition of everyday life; in the schools, decolonizing knowledge; in the appropriation of space; in the streets making harmony out of noise; in the daily confrontation against the system’s minions; in cybernetic space, injecting and sharing the virus of rebellion; in the fields and communities, cultivating the seed of disobedience; or in your jobs, collectivizing and sharing work, without a boss, of course, and to those who with their silence also fight, though I don’t believe in that.
It’s been very complicated for me to share these words; all of the sudden I imagine how you imagine what it is to be locked up; that everything reeks and tastes of control, but from all this imposition, we try to build in every instant, here and there on the outside, a free space where smiles sprout again. Certain, hollow-eyed, maladjusted, we go out into the starry nights to walk, leaving our footprints on the wall of adversity.
Thank you for your sincere complicity, compas.
Sending energy to the compañero prisoners on hunger strike, don’t falter.
Down with the prison walls
October 2, there is much yet to be done
Miguel