
The shur indians , the so called jíbaros, cut off the heads of the vanquished. They would cut them and shrink them until they could be held in a fist, so that the vanquished does not resuscitate. But the vanquished is not altogether defeated until his mouth is closed. For this, they sew its lips with a fiber that never rots.
Eduardo Galeano, Celebration of the human voice/1
Words of subjects without names, without identity, wash upon the faces of hundreds seated and standing in circles around those who speak. The circles hold, give warmth, embrace … gestures of care, of love, that caress those who would have the desire, the courage, to speak. And so they do. The first breaks the silent expectation with tales of resistance to evictions; another follows to speak of striking telephone company workers who can no longer feed their children; another of debt, yet another of unemployment, hunger … and then, under a black beret, white hair like silk gracing broad eyes and a full mouth, a Don Quixote tells us that freedom lies in being able to speak, that it must be rooted in the rejection of the “…cracy” of “democracy”, leaving but the “demos”.
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La lucha sigue en la calle: Spain’s 15M four years on
The shur indians , the so called jíbaros, cut off the heads of the vanquished. They would cut them and shrink them until they could be held in a fist, so that the vanquished does not resuscitate. But the vanquished is not altogether defeated until his mouth is closed. For this, they sew its lips with a fiber that never rots.
Eduardo Galeano, Celebration of the human voice/1
Words of subjects without names, without identity, wash upon the faces of hundreds seated and standing in circles around those who speak. The circles hold, give warmth, embrace … gestures of care, of love, that caress those who would have the desire, the courage, to speak. And so they do. The first breaks the silent expectation with tales of resistance to evictions; another follows to speak of striking telephone company workers who can no longer feed their children; another of debt, yet another of unemployment, hunger … and then, under a black beret, white hair like silk gracing broad eyes and a full mouth, a Don Quixote tells us that freedom lies in being able to speak, that it must be rooted in the rejection of the “…cracy” of “democracy”, leaving but the “demos”.
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