Meeting the 25 years we want to remember, remember, happen again by the heart, the editorial writing went over the years.
In 1984, Where were we then? Syllables beginning to gather something q ue n co call testimony time. Do not just tell, as you can, what happened to us. No. Testimony: that squeezing the body, reviewing injuries, returning to say goodbye to colleagues, to say the criminals accusing we played at the cruel division of genocide.
What we summoned to meet with others and others to the spring of 84? The ability to continue taking us out hoods and shackles, both the costs of new friends, Peer reconstruct a puzzle, repressive and concentration camps known fragments.
without further Association, began to realize in practice. We partner, we think together as soon us had been released with terror in tow, to isolate and burn any urge to return to be yourself and, thus, part of the rest, some with others! We assume
record, have to report, perhaps to save life ... to recover the voices that drowned in the fields and sound with no breaks in our country oídos.El these days: the promise of justice, justice challenge .
The Democrats are fired with impunity. The causes rigged inalienable requirement: a blast. The instr
uctions attorney general to prosecutors, another blast. The end point with obedience : close range. Pardons: direct to the temple. Democracy flattered us with thousands of shots, one for each repressor release, forgive, promoted, vindicated.
Again, we assume testimony, but we had much more to report! Chamber of deputies, other senators, presidents, ministers and all the pimps of television, radio and newsprint, over the palace of justice cassocks-Satan s economic power, the lord of our lives and deaths.
Our lives and deaths. You know? Sometimes we tell survivors. As we found that the testimony and the duty was not only individual but collective, and we could see that survival was shared, different for everyone, but we have shared since we live and we all have to pronounce a name that no one answer us. After all, we say former detainees, survivors, ghosts and of itself, militants. That is, with the pre-fight in our lives abducted and survived.
is for n osotros to remain who we were, with all our wounds and our names without response, so our identity is the struggle for memory and justice.
2001. We are here, whole, with all our identity, that we hold within of the concentration camps, thanks to the solidarity between us, despite hoods and shackles, even though we wanted to make a number, a letter . Identity that we had when we broke the silence with our evidence, thwarting the mandate of the genocide. Armando wrestling history companion disappeared and with it the collective memory of our people, to link these struggles with the popular movement today. We arrived at our 17 trusting in our people, being part of it. Because we won, we continue with the same commitment to fight and the same solidarity, and in those 17, betting on the memory, justice, identity, struggle, revolution.
So our presence in the days of 19 and 20 December 2001 fits into that hole surrounded by the "before" the disappearance of other gear, perhaps in the streets, surely part of the same struggle. Are these battles, we feel won every time a repressor goes to jail and each time a trial opens. Just as those two nights in August 2003 that we abolished the two laws of impunity travel as amal
range all these pieces. Our arms raised, arms pushing themselves to thousands void for so many years, legislators refused to pronounce. Voices
more raucous but less clear, convinced, as the militants' first steps that our people have the right to food on the table, the roof that shelters, school science, medicine in the hospital under when you grow years, the noble work to produce goods that people enjoy the .
In these years, when the speeches are riddled with human rights, we saw how to drop off the charts, how to ask forgiveness, how it is emptied of its some schools teachers of horror, and how they insisted on making us hear the word justice. But the lady still seeing blindfolded, with its labyrinth full of judges and prosecutors of the dictatorship and feeling like a dropper.
Just as we put the body and soul to end the impunity laws, began the battle for all the repressors are sitting on the bench and charged by all partners. Again, the rule of law laid upon our shoulders the backpack full of responsibility to provide evidence, his remained empty and the secret files left by the wayside and, more secrets yet.
Stubborn, sec e were ahead. In 2006 we got the prison Miguel Etchecolatz be perpetuated in the common jail and a court finally tell the truth prohibited: in our country was perpetrated genocide. But our friend Julio Lopez could not hear that sentence to which he contributed his courageous witness. Since that September 18 is missing. All branches of government were determined to return ample evidence of aiding and abetting. Shoot again, almost a coup de grace. But no. We went outside, came back to tear us: "Now, now, it is essential to reappear alive and punish the guilty."
As so often, yell, denounce impunity. Justice returned to us, again, a gag. Some courts decided to silence us.
With all the injuries and our names unanswered today with a more-July-shatters us every day, our identity remains the struggle for memory and justice, and now that it screams: "Punishment for all genocide, justice for all partners. " Our memory may be able
to have holes of pain, absence, but not facts that we twitch and give us more reason to continue the fight. We Luciano rebukes Wrinkle's disappearance, we erode the killings at the hands of the police Jonathan "Kiki" Ezequiel Lezcano and White, who as a macabre re-live, buried as NN. We now revolting impunity generated, nurtured, supported by the impunity of yesterday.
In July, Luciano, for these kids and all that fall under the bullets of trigger-happy, for those who hunger and unemployment disappear, why the punishment for resisting repression away from hunger and unemployment, for our 30 000, still whole and giving battle.
know that next to all those who struggle, say our desires: Justice for mates, justice for the people. We go forward, organized and coherent, and fraternal conflict. With the flags of our colleagues in the air. Keeping the body all the memories.
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AEDD TEAM WEB PORTAL: FRANK LIDIA
GUSTAVO CARBONELL
invite you to visit our website:
www.exdesaparecidos. Org.ar
e mail: aedd @ s.org.ar exdesaparecido
In 1984, Where were we then? Syllables beginning to gather something q ue n co call testimony time. Do not just tell, as you can, what happened to us. No. Testimony: that squeezing the body, reviewing injuries, returning to say goodbye to colleagues, to say the criminals accusing we played at the cruel division of genocide.
What we summoned to meet with others and others to the spring of 84? The ability to continue taking us out hoods and shackles, both the costs of new friends, Peer reconstruct a puzzle, repressive and concentration camps known fragments.
without further Association, began to realize in practice. We partner, we think together as soon us had been released with terror in tow, to isolate and burn any urge to return to be yourself and, thus, part of the rest, some with others! We assume
record, have to report, perhaps to save life ... to recover the voices that drowned in the fields and sound with no breaks in our country oídos.El these days: the promise of justice, justice challenge .
The Democrats are fired with impunity. The causes rigged inalienable requirement: a blast. The instr
uctions attorney general to prosecutors, another blast. The end point with obedience : close range. Pardons: direct to the temple. Democracy flattered us with thousands of shots, one for each repressor release, forgive, promoted, vindicated. Again, we assume testimony, but we had much more to report! Chamber of deputies, other senators, presidents, ministers and all the pimps of television, radio and newsprint, over the palace of justice cassocks-Satan s economic power, the lord of our lives and deaths.
Our lives and deaths. You know? Sometimes we tell survivors. As we found that the testimony and the duty was not only individual but collective, and we could see that survival was shared, different for everyone, but we have shared since we live and we all have to pronounce a name that no one answer us. After all, we say former detainees, survivors, ghosts and of itself, militants. That is, with the pre-fight in our lives abducted and survived.
is for n osotros to remain who we were, with all our wounds and our names without response, so our identity is the struggle for memory and justice.
2001. We are here, whole, with all our identity, that we hold within of the concentration camps, thanks to the solidarity between us, despite hoods and shackles, even though we wanted to make a number, a letter . Identity that we had when we broke the silence with our evidence, thwarting the mandate of the genocide. Armando wrestling history companion disappeared and with it the collective memory of our people, to link these struggles with the popular movement today. We arrived at our 17 trusting in our people, being part of it. Because we won, we continue with the same commitment to fight and the same solidarity, and in those 17, betting on the memory, justice, identity, struggle, revolution.
So our presence in the days of 19 and 20 December 2001 fits into that hole surrounded by the "before" the disappearance of other gear, perhaps in the streets, surely part of the same struggle. Are these battles, we feel won every time a repressor goes to jail and each time a trial opens. Just as those two nights in August 2003 that we abolished the two laws of impunity travel as amal
range all these pieces. Our arms raised, arms pushing themselves to thousands void for so many years, legislators refused to pronounce. Voices more raucous but less clear, convinced, as the militants' first steps that our people have the right to food on the table, the roof that shelters, school science, medicine in the hospital under when you grow years, the noble work to produce goods that people enjoy the .
In these years, when the speeches are riddled with human rights, we saw how to drop off the charts, how to ask forgiveness, how it is emptied of its some schools teachers of horror, and how they insisted on making us hear the word justice. But the lady still seeing blindfolded, with its labyrinth full of judges and prosecutors of the dictatorship and feeling like a dropper.
Just as we put the body and soul to end the impunity laws, began the battle for all the repressors are sitting on the bench and charged by all partners. Again, the rule of law laid upon our shoulders the backpack full of responsibility to provide evidence, his remained empty and the secret files left by the wayside and, more secrets yet.
Stubborn, sec e were ahead. In 2006 we got the prison Miguel Etchecolatz be perpetuated in the common jail and a court finally tell the truth prohibited: in our country was perpetrated genocide. But our friend Julio Lopez could not hear that sentence to which he contributed his courageous witness. Since that September 18 is missing. All branches of government were determined to return ample evidence of aiding and abetting. Shoot again, almost a coup de grace. But no. We went outside, came back to tear us: "Now, now, it is essential to reappear alive and punish the guilty."
As so often, yell, denounce impunity. Justice returned to us, again, a gag. Some courts decided to silence us.
With all the injuries and our names unanswered today with a more-July-shatters us every day, our identity remains the struggle for memory and justice, and now that it screams: "Punishment for all genocide, justice for all partners. " Our memory may be able
to have holes of pain, absence, but not facts that we twitch and give us more reason to continue the fight. We Luciano rebukes Wrinkle's disappearance, we erode the killings at the hands of the police Jonathan "Kiki" Ezequiel Lezcano and White, who as a macabre re-live, buried as NN. We now revolting impunity generated, nurtured, supported by the impunity of yesterday. In July, Luciano, for these kids and all that fall under the bullets of trigger-happy, for those who hunger and unemployment disappear, why the punishment for resisting repression away from hunger and unemployment, for our 30 000, still whole and giving battle.
know that next to all those who struggle, say our desires: Justice for mates, justice for the people. We go forward, organized and coherent, and fraternal conflict. With the flags of our colleagues in the air. Keeping the body all the memories.
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AEDD TEAM WEB PORTAL: FRANK LIDIA
GUSTAVO CARBONELL
invite you to visit our website:
www.exdesaparecidos. Org.ar
e mail: aedd @ s.org.ar exdesaparecido
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