The Young Dead / It must be my bias
I think, as I enter my third month of a job in a newspaper in Newark, New Jersey, United States, that I will begin to funnel press releases, news, video clips, messages, google alerts, etc. from my sources that make me Chile from Within. Tongue in cheek aside, it’s true or at least it’s me.
So while my site gets spammed by russians, I figure I have nothing to lose. I leave you with the following.
We bear tragic news from here in Chile.
During the early morning of May 22, we lost our beloved comrade Mauricio Morales Duarte. According to the bourgeois press, Mauricio was transporting an explosive device in downtown Santiago. The device exploded unexpectedly, and our comrade died in combat.
Long live comrade Mauricio Morales! Mauricio joins the list of fallen combatants under the democratic regime in Chile. He was a dedicated and militant anarchist. We remember Mauricio as a youth combatant like so many before him.”
Fucking idiot, if indeed the statement above is true. A weapon is a weapon, and to wield one, one must have competence and the conviction to use it. Mr. Morales Duarte, lacked the first.
Regardless, we have recently passed the Dia del Joven Combatiente, a laudable holiday, the Day of the Young Combatant, (3/28) in its essence, challenging an inevitable police state that infringes upon true freedom of individuals. It was a holiday born in dictatorship, of resistance to fascism aka Pinochet/Contreras,DINA/CNI, and the other, poor, imitators down the chain of command.
Los Hermanos Vergara died as a result of police brutality, in a población in Santiago in the early 80s. Their death has been held up as the flame that will never die. A flame of resistance to the Pinochet dictatorship that has since been tasked to light resistance to the modern day forces of fascism, so they say, of Michelle Bachelet y los Carabineros de hoy. The Status Quo de Hoy.
There are others as well, like Rodrigo Rojas (a photographer child of exile from Wilson High School in DC) y Carmen Quintanilla, whose brutal death and injury at the hands of out of control Carabineros, who should never be forgotten.
Here in the cercanias de New York a movie is being released about the Dia del Joven Combatiente by SubversiveActionFilms a film production house based in Chicago and New York bourne of, “the heart of the neoliberal empire, and others who were born in a land torn apart by the legacy of a military dictatorship. We are the children of political exile and the product of decaying strip malls.”
Today I was in Mahwah, a town in the hills of Northern New Jersey that rises towards the Adirondacks. There are large houses, manicured lawns and BMW dealerships. Someone’s son died yesterday, in a boating accident on a Friday afternoon of a stunningly beautiful Memorial Day weekend. He drowned after the boat he was on collided with a boat twice its size. He was 24.
On Saturday, as his family took a delivery from a catering company, another family mourned in Paterson.
Sgt. Christian E. Bueno-Galdos, 25, son of Carlos and Eugenia, was laid to rest in Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Totowa, NJ. He was a soldier in Iraq and he was killed by an American soldier who shot four others in a fit of psychosis it seems caused by his service.
The fate of this victim seems not have been driven by political circumstance, or anger, or repression of an entire society.
Bueno, as he was called by his friends in the Army, was generous, kind and determined to excel. Since 1988 his father worked 10-hour-days making wire hangers. They were both born in Peru.
I believe, if you permit me, that he sought, as his father did, an American dream.
Today he was buried in Totowa, NJ in a military ceremony. His two brothers, sister, wife, mother and father appeared exhausted and haggard from two weeks of mourning. The flag was folded and the ceremony terminated.
Dirt, I imagine, fell upon the coffin.