March 24: raise all the flags Summer stretches a bit and we Peronist rule another day before giving way to autumn, begins to show its presence in the evenings rather cool. So, despite the hot sun (but not burning), the train station of La Plata is full of guys who bring flags, shirts, sunglasses and a divers and jackets in hand ... for the evening, "when cool."
is March 24 and the new meaning we will bequeathing deep this time in history this day became a time of massive membership, meetings heterogeneous, holiday, intergenerational common ground where they converge slogans, certainties, symbolism, hope , doctrine, ideology. And where they live well, yes, the differences, the sorrows, pains, hatred overlapping.
The train ride (on time, at 16.20 part of this architectural monument is the season de La Plata) is pleasant: the ideal temperature, the sun coming sideways through the windows and several train cars loaded with political volume. Some read a book, others are twisted into interesting discussions, a few images are captured with an ultra-modern camera that fits in the palm of the hand. Everything is activism: the video will result in a short documentary, the discussions will move towards the establishment of the agenda of the group, the concepts that are learned from the novel will be part of the integral formation of future painting. There spasms, because it's Youth: flags slip between the windows and made song chants resounded in the formation of the Constitution bound Roca. Youth for Victoria de La Plata travels to the meeting with history. That which is built in real time. The bottom.
La Plata - Constitution - metro to Avenida de Mayo. The last time we complete this trip, the back was full of pain. Deep, thick subsidiary pain. Now, counter to that time, since the last stage before emerging in the July 9 from the bowels of the earth, we get a breath thick and a deep hum that sounds mechanical and in the stomach: the drums and singing to us wrap. This time, the last time we came to the plaza, 27, a deafening silence on earth built a paradox: tens of thousands of people walked in a silent dream.
Enter Avenida de Mayo is a daunting task, impossible at this time. The scene is cinematic in the July 9 mass converge multiple columns (Campora, JUP, Peronism July 26, Tansversal Front, Communist Party, New Meeting: forward is not nothing but heads and bodies are squeezed, the same back and sides) are pushing to take the road leading to the plaza. But through it, on Avenida de Mayo, a large column of several blocks of PO (PEO Workers' Party) comes very late in the direction of the square (left groupings antikirchneristas met a couple of hours earlier). Stage, then, is magnificent: on the Avenida de Mayo, is a hall where a very thin column paraded several blocks of the PEO; above this line, on both sides of the 9 de Julio (street that was divided in two because of that row of "Trots")-Kirchner Peronist pounce on them. Are face to face: the PEO marching towards the square and guarded by the "chain" of militants linked by the arms form the corridor waiting to take the K de Mayo and enter.
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militant march down the aisle, street musicians and even trucks that carry huge speakers from sounding slogans. On both sides of the corridor improvised Kirchner was the impatient and sing in the face to those of PEO: "come Tell me of your missing / in 8 years of repression / when Peron fell soldiers Altamira What happened? / the fucking went to Brazil / when they stopped the shots came back with Alfonsin. "
The trustees of the hall, impassive, respond in line with the slogans that sound in the speaker phones. The fist, the gesture strong and the onslaught against Pedraza and "trade union bureaucracy." Topped with a "Mariano Ferreyra / onward to victory."
is a face Burning to face, real, raw. No nuances. Neither one side nor the other. But the mechanical clattering of the boys of PEO is as obtuse as the practice of their rancid leaders: in this conception is the same CFK Menem, Pedraza is so detestable as Moyano and organized labor is as corrupt as the military neoliberalism. Bourgeois democracy lash from the margins, without getting involved to keep their self-supposed moral superiority without realizing that, from the mud, a skinny Southern got the perception of truth and justice in our society to configure the 24 March as the parties agree to all of us in the quest for more memory, more truth, more justice.
think, then, in a paragraph of the document Youth Platense for Victoria prepared for this 24: "... From the Victoria Youth Platense to celebrate the achievements, which are many and great. We also know that what remains is even greater. The disappearance of Jorge Julio Lopez and Luciano Crease, the killing of Mariano Ferreyra, work in black, the hard core of poverty and unemployment, and difficulties in access to housing are wounds that run deep in the popular cause. A comprehensive concept of human rights and the belief in the possibility of transformation to a more inclusive Argentina, just and sovereign, are engine change from the Youth deemed indispensable for future conquests. "
When we arrive at the square, we get a giant inflatable NK, that from up there looks to Avenida de Mayo to enter coming. Kirchner showed that the flags (ideal) is not left in the input threshold power. So he did and fought in the mud for this time can give birth this conception of human rights and is committed to reviewing the past to understand and unravel this, to project into the future a country with Memory, Truth, Justice, more egalitarian more inclusive, more opportunities. Therefore, we must also raise flags Lopez, Wrinkle and Ferreyra. Because we are the only ones capable of giving the real battles for those causes, and not just settle for trench rhetoric and moral superiority. Because, moreover, is in our genes Peronist the formation of a political hegemony (in terms of Gramsci) that contains and meets the demands of all sectors of society. Without exception.
