Yesterday, 20th November, many souls gathered around the world to demand justice for the forty-three students who disappeared last 26th September in the Guerrero state, Mexico. Yesterday, it was also the anniversary of the Mexican revolution.
I joined this nation in the march towards Zocalo, the main square of Mexico City. On the building opposite to the Government’s house the images of Emiliano Zapata and Francisco Villa, the two heroes of the revolution, brightened the cold night. The Mexican flag, in the middle of the square, waved weakly and only at times. At the same time the people underneath held up their heads and we all called, loud and clear, “Vivos los llevaron, vivos los queremos” (They were taken alive, we want them back alive).
The parents of the students travelled through the country to the capital city, to claim their children. One of the mothers, looking millions of people in the eyes, said that she knows her son is out there, alive and that he wants to come home. Her voice echoed on the buildings surrounding the square. When the despair replaced her indignation, the whole crowd supported her, “No estan solos, no estan solos, no estan solos” (You’re not alone).
Are they alive? Did they really burn them alive? Are the Narcos the only responsible or is the government also involved? International mass news is broadcasting the official version given by the local authorities. However, here, where the news is occurring, this story doesn’t coincide with what really happened and is still happening. Thousands of students, women, men, children have disappeared in Latin America in the past century, last 26th September they were forty-three. Let’s count them: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-three.
Por qué por qué los asesinan, si son la esperanza de America Latina? (Why, why do they kill them, if they are the hope of Latina America?)