the day the military dictatorship started 30years ago, the start of a dark and depressing part of history which is to recent and sore to even be called history and has left the country with fear and depression, pessimism and fight. i don't think i've ever seen such a politically motivated city, everyday you can see signs, protests, events, protests calling for justice on those that ordered the torture and disappearing of a suspected 30,000 people. in the forefront are the 'madres de plaza de mayo' who represent mostl;y the loved ones of the disappeared or the grandmothers of the stolen children. these women are so persistant and strong, they have never stopped demanding the justice they deserve but they are known and respected and are being listened to accross the board it would seem.
i am so inspired by the way in which love compells them to act, there is no other force in this fight eg;money/power. women, seen, treated, trained to be passive - love compells them to fight tirelessly and persevere above all things.
and today a march of ... people through the streets, crowds chant and drum, some moved in silence holding pictures of either those they lost or those they want justice brought upon and whilst i feel immense pride for my kin it is so mingled with discust on the other side.
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