By Armando García
My legs no longer
respond to me to walk again through the Plaza of the Three Cultures, but my
hands and fingers skillfully type to remember and pay tribute to the dead who
fell half a century ago in Tlatelolco.
The poet Carlos
Jiménez, said that there was no need to go around, and less now, fifty years
and more than five hundred from Tenochtitlan to the Three Cultures.
Half a century ago, thousands
of young people gathered at the Plaza de las Tres Cultures in Tlatelolco in
Mexico City to demand what was socially just for the Mexican people. And the
government's response was to massacre them by the military forces that swore to
defend their people, but they became executioners following orders from their commander
in chief.
50 years after the
worst genocide, savage and bloodthirsty on the night of October 2, 1968, I
remember the words of the poet Leopoldo Ayala "I Accused" and those
of Pablo Neruda, "I ask for punishment", and combining both thoughts,
we continue to accuse and ask for punishment to those who were guilty of the
death of many, hundreds, thousands of youngsters in Tlatelolco.
Many went unpunished
for this crime, perhaps they no longer live, but if there is a hell, surely,
they will be paying in death their crime, and those who remain alive, we ask
for punishment. Before they die, they will have to pay for their infamy, for
their crime, for having blinded the lives of the youth and the Mexican working
people of that time.
Today, many people will
march again through the streets of Tlatelolco, not to just mourn those who were
killed 50 years ago, but with their hands raised showing with their fingers the
V sign of victory saying, for those dead, our dead, those of Tlatelolco,
"Not a Minute of Silence, but a Whole Life of Struggle".
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