Tag: dirty war
‘There can be no revolution without song’
Tribute to Victor Jara:
Drawing on the long tradition of the guitar-wielding troubadour, Chilean folksinger Victor Jara saw the ‘guitar as gun’, firing-off ‘bullets of song’ at oppressive military regimes and in support of popular struggles. Jara would play his songs about the plight of landless peasants and factory workers in shanty towns, community centers and street demonstrations.
When Salvador Allende was elected in 1970, Jara and others joined him on stage under a banner which read: ‘There can be no revolution without song.’ After the military coup led by Augustus Pinochet on 11 September 1973, all music by these artists was declared subversive and possession of such recordings led to arrest.
More on Jara:
You can see the devotion of Victor Jara to his political ideals most strongly in his support of the presidency of Salvador Allende in 1973. Allende was a part of the Popular Unity party (a subsection of the Communist Party of Chile) and Victor Jara, along with other Chileans singers, gave concerts in favor of Allende and his political goals. Allende was a progressive candidate who had a great love for the people of the small towns of Chile. The Popular Unity party had plans to increase education, and to supply increased housing and free socialized medical care. One of the concerts representative of this campaign for Allende was the concert given in the Stadium of Chile, where many political artists sang in favor of Allende. In the end, the Allende campaign was a success, and he was elected president of Chile, after some political compromise and maneuvering. However, there was much opposition to the election of Allende and the military organized a coup to overthrow the newly placed president. In the resulting coup, Allende was killed and the military seized control of the government. On the day of this tragedy, Victor Jara was at his job in the State Technical University, which was surrounded by the military, who took Victor Jara prisoner for five horrible days. During these days, he was forced to live in cold and dirty prisons without proper food or water, but other prisoners there with him testify that during these sufferings, he was only concerned with the welfare of his fellow prisoners.
Finally, the military brought Victor Jara and other political prisoners to the Stadium of Chile, the place where the concert for Allende has previously been held. There the military men tortured and killed many people. They broke Victor Jara’s hands (Note: many stories indicate that Victor Jara’s hands were cut off, but Joan Jara’s book about Victor indicates that when she saw him after his death, his hands were broken, so that is the version being used in this essay) so that he couldn’t play his guitar, and then taunted him to try and sing and play his songs. Even under these horrible tortures, Victor Jara magnificently sang a portion of the song of the Popular Unity party. After this, he received many brutal blows, and finally was brutally killed with a machine gun and carried to a mass grave.
Finally here’s Jara singing… Cuando Voy Al Trabajo… (Translation below, thanks to Davinca)
When I go to work / I think of you. / In the streets of my quarter / I think of you. /When I look into the faces / through the fogged window / without knowing who they are / where they go / I think of you / I think of you, my life, / think of you, of you, of you / companion of my days / and of the future, / of the bitter hours / and of the joyful (hours) / and having the luck of being allowed to live / cooperating at the beginning of a history / which end is unknown.
When the work is done / and the evening comes / the shadows get longer / over the ridge / and on the return home from (production) work, / disputing (arguing) with friends, / discussing questions / about time and fortune (fate) / I think of you / I think of you, my life / think of you, of you, of you / companion of my days / and of the future, / of the bitter hours / and of the joyful (hours) / and having the luck of being allowed to live / cooperating at the beginning of a history / whose end is unknown. / When I come home, / you are here / and we are connecting (combining) our dreams (visions). / cooperating at the beginning of a history / whose end is unknown.
SS Officer Hisham Tawfiq
Lt. Col. Hisham Tawfiq of Nasr City’s State Security Bureau.
His name first popped up in front of me in 2005, when it turned out it was him who kidnapped my two cousins for a week. My cousins were (and still are) religious, but apolitical. Hisham took them to Lazoughly, where he subjected them to electric shocks and severe beatings, while telling them: “I know you are not terrorists.. But I just want to be sure.”
His name appeared once again in the bogus case fabricated by State Security police last December: The Foreigners’ Jihadi Organization in Al-Azhar, that included one American, 11 Europeans, and a bunch of Egyptians and Arabs. And as always, the Westerners got deported, then released by their govts, because of how BS the evidence was… while the Egyptians and the Arabs were not heard of again.
And today, I read Hisham Tawfiq‘s name again. This time was among those State Security officers, who led the raids against the Muslim Brotherhood leaders currently on trial in a kangaroo military tribunal.
And it seems the safes that Hisham confiscated from the MB activists’ houses have become empty of their contents. So where did the money and the expensive items go?