We are those sons and daughters who reject this imposed history, one that blames us for what has been taken. That dares to insinuate that our struggle has been an excuse for us to become rich, that it isn’t needed but rather is something fake and invented – much like them, who fabricate licenses for megaprojects and make false accusations against those who continue to walk in [the spirit of] rebellion, defending life and joy.
Today, we are still not equal, there are still people made of metal, with grey hearts that don’t even reflect a soul. Those who kill, rape, torture, disappear, and plunder. Those who have always done this and those who, today, put on their boots and medals to march in the parade. Those who privilege gold over water, who condemn fathers and mothers because children flee from the hunger and violence in this country. Those who hide behind their love for the “fatherland,” who call themselves honorable while they ruthlessly take life and with the other hand, offer scholarships for rapes.
They have forged their path using money, control, and power to try to deny our existence and put an end to our dignified rebellion. They deny the death they have seeded, which they still try to hide even as they continue to be the genocidas, the rapists, the racists, the patriarchs who violate the land in the name of gold and god. Those who today, more than ever, are accused again and again in various legal cases for hate crimes and crimes against humanity, and also for being thieves, for embezzling money from the people, for profiting from their medicine, their health. They are the ones who build school desks while they kill teachers. Yes, it is them who are responsible for where we are today.
It is because of this history of death and the need to rest in peace, this is what our grandfathers, fathers and mothers, uncles and aunts fought for. This is why they walked along the path of dignified rebellion, why they defended joy, and why they sought out life. We are the sons and the daughters who walk today, accompanied by their energy, so that no forged iron, in no way and by no one’s hand, will ever cross our bodies, our veins, our creations, nor our memories.
They will not take our dignity, they will not take our rebellion, and they will not take our memory.
Today, on June 30, the streets will become our own skin, that we will be painted with joy and memory so that never again will military boots filled with blood go out onto our streets.
Today, 30, Day of Our Heroes and Martyrs.
We are Sons, we are Daughters, and we carry this message on our skin.