Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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Memoirs of a "subversive teacher": The Secretariat for Education and the March 24, 1976




Memories that come to mind me back to those days of 2000 when working as a Professor of Language and Literature at the EGB N ° 6 and professor of philosophy at the Eemnes # 2 we should notify Circulars Techniques came from the Secretariat of Education Directorate of Culture and Education in the Province of Buenos Aires
particularly attached to my skin and my bones and my feelings the technical circular No. 01 that on March 20, 2000 and signed by the then Nestor Mario Oporto Secretary reminded the teachers that the March 24, 1976 was met another anniversary of the coup that had usurped the powers emerged in a lawful manner.
a day like any other on 24 March of that time, a day that many teachers of many sheep and gorillas working in the Provincial Education System refused to comply with the directives issued by the Superior ignoring the issue for consideration that it not involved because neither had been kidnapped or had lost loved ones and even fewer were involved in "subversive war" as many of these unfortunate claimed shamelessly and without any shame or decency. The most degrading
was the support received from the Directors of the institutions referred to either the drawers Circular or designated me to read the Circular because "I had a background in the subject."
Vos you were in a Well read it and we learn what happened so long ago.
And then came the questions morbid and reached the conclusions that hurt my soul and did beat the vein of my neck because inevitably my coworkers mind after reading the Technical Circular came to the conclusion that if people were missing and whether they gone to the wells was probably for something. And
BE SOMETHING THAT DISAPPEARED FROM spread throughout the courtyard and classrooms and choked me and made me want to vomit and puking in the face of each of these gorillas obsequious Superiority who always knew what was happening with the theme of the coup in school and never did anything to support and protect teachers and teachers who had suffered torture, kidnappings and humiliation in Wells.
And thus the schools where I worked recalled on March 24 back in 2000.
a taboo topic, a topic not discussed, not mentioned but silenced and hidden from the school students in Argentina.
That had to adapt activities to the characteristics of students who had to put emphasis on knowledge of Article 22 of the Constitution.
But she said nothing to talk about civilian informers or Church accomplice or single administrative units are dedicated to bringing the teaching staff and pass the data to headquarters.
Why come to my mind these facts?
it because tomorrow is March 24 and will miss because Nene and Martin and Susan and Claudio and the "Turkish" and I have wanted to mourn.
And because it's raining and because in this town that smells like jasmine and freesia and the Commissioner of shit was one of the cruelest clandestine centers and bloody during 1976 and 1977 is still unmarked

shall meet again someday, I'm sure

Ever onward to victory

Friday, March 11, 2011

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Memoirs of a teacher "subversive" What were you doing on March 11, 1973?



(In memory of Hector Campora)

That Sunday March 11, 1973 was almost dark when we found out that the triumph of Uncle had been apoteótico .
I had spent the bulldozer again gorillas and the soldiers and the youth in those days we had not imagined what would come after
Or maybe the joy of having come to the surface did not allow us to intuit that from of the March 11, 1973 the events that would eventually happen to the lives of many of our colleagues of militancy and feel the contempt and derision by chupaculos applauding in the square that day when we branded beardless.
remember that we lowered the banners and I remember that we were leaving the square with the anger that produces the fraud.
I was dating that would be the father of my children at that time worked in ENTEL.
Uncle, after 49 days presented the resignation and in that act we appreciate the loyalty of a loyal, the most loyal Peronist I have ever known.
never abandoned us and we are not betrayed.
were times continuously listening media music Roberto Rimoldi Fraga and "Argentina to death."
A wealthy? No, just the boyfriend of the daughter of Lanusse, the soldier with political aspirations and an arrogance that ultimately lost it and threw it downhill.
been many years, while among the events that occurred since then one day he took Eduardo Velurtas (a colleague and a friend.)
Guild FOETRA ENTEL and delegate in those days was 22, was married with a son.
Uncle has been pinned to my heart as the memories are turned on can not forget.
A guy came and gave us the most beautiful lesson of militancy that could receive a militant.
taught us the meaning of the word LOYALTY.
in his memory and the memory of all those who loved him as we wanted.
With heart and with the consistency of their actions towards our membership.

Until Victory Always, dear uncle
(meet again, I'm sure)

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

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March 8. International Women's Day


anti-imperialist bloc members and HIJOS Guatemala put the picture of Mrs. Clara holding a photograph of her husband in an exhumation her husband was 50 years old when the soldiers shot him in 1982 in Nebaj, Quiché, the photograph was taken by Jonas Moller and is part of the book Rescuing Our Memory.




often when speaking of the work against impunity in Guatemala refers to the addition of large urban and mestizo women but little is known of the drive and determination of women like Doña Clara allowed to keep alive the memory in communities hit by terror. The historical struggle of women to the front of the Grupo de Apoyo Mutuo, GAM, "let the anonymity of the mass of relatives, mostly women, that nurtured the streets demanding freedom for their loved ones. It also makes us forget the sacrifice and risk to relatives, Ixcán, Nenton Panzós, to name a few, meant to mobilize in the midst of repression and dictatorship to the capital to demand clarification of the whereabouts of their families.





Mama photography Maquín Panzós murdered in May 1978 and Luz Haydee Mendez, detained - disappeared on March 8, 1984 was placed in various parts of the historical center on the progress of Women's Day, Luz Haydee Mendez was a member of the Patriotic Youth Work-JPT, and subsequently joined the Guatemalan Labor Party where major contributions reached high degree in the direction of the Party, banned since the intervention 1954 economic and military.




Luz Haydee Mendez was abducted at 35 years old at the time of kidnapping his daughter, Wendy Mendez 9 years old, was witness to his abduction , and fifteen years later founded, along with other young the organization CHILDREN in June 1999.








The women took the floor and walked through the streets of the historic center where the coordinator March 8, composed of diverse expressions of women's movement demanded the equitable distribution of work , motherhood freely, voluntarily and free exercise of sexuality from autonomy. They demanded that criminalizing sexual crimes and violence against women also called for a life without racism and discrimination.




n requires, sex education information or advice on contraception, not to allow the perpetuation of patriarchal political system , because, instead to accommodate the advancement of rights, we get stuck in positions conservative and fundamentalist imposed on women and their empowerment.





Sunday, March 6, 2011

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For the Respect of People's Consultations
and against the regulation for the Consultative Process of the Convention 169 on Indigenous and Tribal Peoples.



March 5 Anti Imperialist Block made a day of solidarity with the San Senhora Joanneira fight to defend their territory. The day of graffiti murals and start from morning and organizations like the Student Community No'j made his contribution with a mural also joined several young graffiti artists who went to the call by their proposals on the walls for the neighbors gladly gave translate their opposition to the imposition of the Novella family, which owns the cement monopoly in the country.


Some walls were placed pints, in other graffiti or murals, but is expected to continue this activity has generated much excitement among the neighbors who expressed their happiness at the show of support for their resistance, but the limitation of material and paint was evident many of the participants supported with their own contributions to shape their proposals for various communities of San Juan Sacatepéquez




activity occurs in the context of the government's intention in creating a regulation to limit the right of indigenous peoples and peasants to decide on their territory to the imposition of economic plans and mega-projects, is given after about 50 communities across the country have expressed their strong rejection of the intentions of the various governments in concession the country abroad.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

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Memoirs of a teacher "subversive" Human Rights and Citizenship



(2005)


was a Wednesday and every Wednesday, dressed teacher waiting for the bus to go to my job as professor of Human Rights and Citizenship.
terms, if repetitive constitute learning tools and I got used then to use them.
With students, educational authorities (especially) with my children, my friends. The air was
perfume of jasmine.
looked while the cobblestone streets, leafy green lime, plum in the house of my neighbor moving his limbs with the seasonal wind, the newspaper vendor on his bicycle.
Adrogué In spring explodes in different fragrances (rose, jasmine, freesia ...).
I started smoking a cigarette to shorten the waiting (Puta vicious.)
The voice of "Dummy" in my ears, like so many years in the cell.
I laughed.
pleasure I always laugh whenever I smoke a cigarette.
Transgression, survival, the opportunity to avenge the "Dummy" in the simple act of smoking a cigarette.
"Pacifier" was not the last cigarette, you were wrong.
"Pacifier" miserable bastard
torturer (My thoughts at seven o'clock waiting for the bondi). That came as
always used to come at that time.
Spot.
With teachers sleeping in the seats and teachers with white aprons and the porters with their blue shirts or blue.
Finally, sitting in the local group, I began the journey to school for the paltry sum of $ 0.75
And if times were 0, $ 75 and machine Ticket vending was not working or locked
The usual route through the streets of Burzaco.
The station, the chip vendor, step level with the smell of dead animals and decaying.
always had a dog or a cat lying between pastures. And always

school start spotting after turning the corner and walk the trails eaten away by time and the shade of the poplars that lined the streets had been paved.
had reached the school gate
The lattice could be seen the wasteland full of freshly cut grass is carried by the wind spreading.
pretended pass between a large number of adolescents who were piled outside the door of the school building.
A shove out of nowhere I was almost knocked to the ground.
I held, as I instinctively on the arm of a student and then I saw it.
On the ground, shot, protecting your head with your hands, a student avoiding the aggression that was the subject.
His companions watched, the adults who happen to spend close to the scene, were quietly (look the other way)
How can a student is being licked and no adult tries to intervene? (I wondered inwardly).
Then I got up, and I cried interposed or not, the question is that suddenly the boy was shielded with my body and while trying to take off the twigs and leaves that had stuck in the body and head with him I was introduced inside the building
Then the scattering of students, then the cries of the teachers, authorities then turn it being aware that none had done something to prevent what could have termindo as fights often end runaway youth. And
incredible.
That I was an alarm, which was just rough play of the "boys."
That day the episode occurred at the entrance of the school had led to a very special class that day so I started remembering
making a few years earlier had happened to Cris who had come to life at school and she had destroyed the ventral aorta and died.
It had all started with a fight between classmates and ended in tragedy.
And so the issue of social violence was the topic of discussion was around from the desks at my desk and from my desktop to the desks.
And so the day's events had led to research on youth violence that day my students took the task to their homes. Look for tomorrow
information related to school violence occurred in the district in which school.
Then from the back of the room a voice calling my attention,
Professor, do you remember Pan sad?
The flag of Argentina flew from the mast of the school. For the window
guessed the train passing by moving the rails behind the "blue bells" that climbed into the dividing wire.
Meanwhile, my students worked to the beat of the music of Leon Gieco.
I watched quietly planning their future work.
(I fucked 'Pacifier, survive and continue singing with the voices of the dead.)

memory
A aims to kill the people who are silent and do not let

fly Free as the wind.

Leon Gieco's voice as the smoke of a smudge on filtering through the windows of the school and the flag flew on the mast, as in 76, as in 2005.
taught to fly ... but not fly your plane.
"Dummy", a torturer, the son of a bitch, I'm teaching to fly (my thoughts)
Pallottines Remind parents who left their blood in the mud and they are our neighbors Turdera.
discuss in the next class and discuss the metaphor that Pallottines parents died.
See you next Wednesday


onward to victory

Friday, March 4, 2011

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Never two without three ... So they come back together two beasts of the Rock of the western area. Pio FUSER and Rock share the stage again to deliver a night of pure Rock.
Who is going to lose?


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Thursday, March 3, 2011

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Memoirs of a teacher "subversive" Empty Nest




Sometimes when I woke up the tears come to my eyes and feel my heart also cries because she misses.
strange voices, strange arrivals to the home at different times, strange foods used to prepare different meals to gladden the hearts of my children, because cooking pastries or croissants, or cannelloni and roast potatoes and sweet potatoes were the favorites of each of them.
A is not prepared to miss.
Or at least I am not prepared to miss and perhaps that is why I miss them both
A is prepared to have children, to raise children, to bathe, take them to school, work to maintain them.
One prepares for the next grade and learn once again to count and divide and multiply.
One prepares for the growing of the first little teeth or to applaud the first steps.
A prepares to become a mother to love and be in every act of love.
In postpone that dream blouse with ruffles so because first there are the gym shoes.
postpone that work in more profitable because the presence in the house and being with children do not fall into the category of options.

A is prepared to be happy, to live in the idyll of life and to live life in a cloud of love that sometimes turns into a dust that draws us or we try to shoot with the wind that brings it and puts in our path and prevents walk and suddenly makes us realize that we are alone with them, our children and we must continue on the road because they do not their fault that we did not think that sometimes life is not an idyll and the romances usually end and reality tend to hit and hurt the soul.
But all part of life.
One does not choose the cards that life deck, just the cards you get.

And sometimes you play good cards or letters fucking touch you.
And you have to play because if you fail to do so.
Chau, left. And in that chau
left, also chau were your children's children you brought into the world and for those things life now depend on you to continue studying and eating and passing grade and learning to count and multiply and divide and grow and eat and ... ..
And life goes by you do not have time to stop and think that someday the same life that brought you going to carry you into other directions, to other nests.
Because that's life and because it happened to me and probably happens to all women who bring children into the world and we are mothers and we are workers and laundresses and nurses and teachers and cooks. Women
multifunction in a time of life that makes us equal to men, but that just complicates his existence and transforms us into multifunctional to meet with all and maybe, maybe not fulfilling us.
Because at least to me so I thought.
And I'm not complaining.
That's why when I woke up in the morning and not hear the sound of voices and in the evening by not waiting and the arrival of each of them is like that I realize that something in me has triumphed at the same time has brought a sadness that has to do with the joy of having achieved the goal of experiencing absences as the greatest achievement of all my efforts.
Because it is the reality of realizing that the sparrows have flown the nest for so long that I care for them and pet them and enjoy them.
So strange and so I cry.
But do not cry with the feeling of loss producing losses.
cry with joy the feeling of thinking that are not with me, but where each of them wants to be and where I with my effort and my love and my dedication helped them to arrive.
My home is how an empty nest. Vacuum
But those presences that one day I settled in and made my day the happiest day of my life. Days
will not return and I would like to return to be better than what I was and to enjoy more of what I enjoyed every one of those moments, little moments of life that sometimes time into its vortex shit we do not lets see and enjoy as they should be cherished and enjoyed.
And then I feel that nothing will be equal and would give my life to get back to that moment where we were sitting together around the table at lunch and dinner
But then the phone rings.
And then the voice of my children back to this reality of life today is that back in life and in the infancy of my grandchildren.
Hi Mom.
All right?
I miss old, we are the weekend.


onward to victory

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Solidarity with the aggression of the company Minera

On Monday, February 28, 2011 the communities for years to suffer the impacts of mining pressure decided to take action to demand the government of Guatemala to meet the precautionary measures granted by the Inter-American Human Rights Commission which establishes the temporary suspension of the Marlin mine.


measures come as the so-called government of the poor who only has bowed to economic interests of multinationals and domestic companies that impose his will in indigenous and landless peasants to date do things to take action against the mine. actions were carried out with the mining company crashes.

company's response was violent and Settlers linked to the same beat fellow Bamaca and Aniseto Miguel Lopez and even that Mr. Bamaca currently has interim protection measures, employees of the company acting with impunity in armed the territory going as far as illegally holding more than 50 people participating in activities

In response and as an act of Solidarity with Rural Communities in Resistance and Defense Territory on March 2 CHILDREN members, the Anti Imperialist Block , Noj and Paper group, carried out an plastered along streets and avenues of zone 1, which also was observed rejection of the regulation to consultations proposed by the government trying to limit the participation of communities in defending their territory.

for Saturday March 5 BLOCK anti-imperialism has planned an exhibition of graffiti and murals in San Juan Sacatepéquez where at present is carried out a struggle against the monopoly of cement expected to install in this region of a cement plant.