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And no rivers and no lakes, can put the fire out.
I’m gonna raise the stakes, I’m gonna smoke you out.
and nothing was burning, nothing but I,
Denise Levertov, from Poems: 1960 - 1967; “Caedmon,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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loving yourself is freedom.
Forgiving yourself is peace
Two of my classmates were taken last night from their homes. The National Guard broke into the apartment complex where they live and went floor by floor looking for young men. They left threats for the people who protest and their "accomplices". Now my classmates are being prosecuted for exercising their right to protest two days after two students from another university in my state were killed for doing the same thing. This happened in Guayana, Venezuela.
oh god. nonononono, this is truly awful and terrifying, i wish i could do something to get you all out of Maduro’s way, oh god.
i cant do much from over here but i can try and get people to pay more attention to what’s happening in Venezuela, bc it deserves more attention and i wish ppl started doing things as fast as they did for the Manchester tragedy.
y’all ppl are dying and there’s no food and there’s a bunch of horrible, awful things happening every day, things that have been happening for years and no one has done anything to stop this hell and it hurts me to see it all happening so close to me but still being helpless to it all.
please stay safe, as safe as you can, i have you and all of the ppl who are fighting for what’s right in my thoughts, always. ♥
Freedom for Manuel Tepedino and Roger Lizardi.
This morning when I woke up, my WhatsApp inbox was flooded with messages from one of the groups I have with people from my university.
Last night at midnight, members of the National Guard and the government intelligence services broke into an apartment complex in an area of my town that’s been shaken my protests. They went in, roaming floor by floor, searching for young men to take. They went into Manuel Tepedino’s apartment, broke down the two gates that guarded his home, and called out his name. They also asked for the friends who usually stay over with him. They hit him in the ribs as they took him so he would stop yelling, and they stole his iPad and mobile phone. They did not have an arrest order.
They also took an underage boy and Roger Lizardi, a classmate of mine who was staying over at his aunt’s apartment because he had an exam at 7 this morning. Roger lives in another area of town where barricades and other obstacles have been placed to stop the National Guard from entering.
Day in and day out, I sit with Manuel and Roger in class. I see them around university. I’ve tutored them in the past.
Their illegal abdution comes two days after students from another university were shot, one fatally, by the National Guard, the police and paramilitary forces armed by the government. Augusto Puga was shot in the head and bled out for two hours before the community and students outside the building could make a hole in the fence to take him out to the hospital. They were chased by the person who killed him.
He would be alive today if those who opened fire against a group of unarmed, peaceful students had let the wounded be taken to a hospital.
A few days back they started taking students who were on their way to class, two days ago, they killed students who were protesting inside their university, last night they took them from their homes. When will they stop killing us? When will they stop trying to silence our voices?
They kicked down flower pots in the hallways, aiming them at the cars so they could cause more damage. They hit women and dragged them by their hair. They made sure at least two people wouldn’t feel safe in their home anymore.
Now my classmates are being illegally detained like they’re some sort of criminals for exercising their right to protest, and the ones who killed Augusto, who illegally broke into Manuel and Roger’s homes are out there, waiting to do the same to other people.
Being a procrastinator with a violent fear of failure is almost hilarious because like 80% of the time I’m like “I’m not even going to think about this” and then there’s like a distinct moment when everything switches and it turns to “I can’t fail oh my god I need to turn this into an A in like a day why am I like this”
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My father warned me that my mind was the most powerful tool, but he never told me that over thinking would kill my happiness. My father warned me that I should question everything, but he never told me what to do when I questioned my existence. My father warned me that I lived under his roof, but he never told me what to do when my home became the arms of a boy. My father warned me to stay home when I was sick, but he never told me what to do when I got an illness chicken noodle soup couldn’t fix. My father warned me that he would hurt any boy who broke my heart, but he never told me what to do when I broke my own. My father warned me about the men in dark alleys, but he never told me about the dangerous scenarios I put into my own head. My father warned me that school always came first, but he never told me that my mental health would suffer. My father warned me that life is precious and you shouldn’t waste it, but he never told me what to do when I thought about dying damn near every day.
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Repression. Repression. Repression.
Please take 5 minutes to read what’s going on in my country.
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To everyone who follows me and whom I’ve befriended over the 5+ years I’ve been on tumblr, It would mean a lot if you read this.
I’m a Venezuelan living in Venezuela. I’m not a poli-sci student or a political analyst nor do I claim to be, so everything I’m about to say comes from what little I understand about the situation of my country as a venezuelan citizen who still lives here.
Nearing the end of March, the Supreme Court took over the functions of the Congress, following orders of the President, Nicolás Maduro (This measure was withdrawn over national and international backlash). This came after a year of tension between the Congress (mainly composed of opposition leaders) and every other branch of our government, which aligns with the President. Up until then, every major decision the Congress took had been overturned by the Supreme Court, so this final decision came as no surprise to many of us.
However, this time was different. Maybe it was the audacity of the Supreme Court to take away from us the last big political win we had had democratically, or how the quality of life in our country has exponentially deteriorated over the last year, or a bunch of different thngs; but people took the streets.
They called for a peaceful march to show the world the discontent we feel towards this government and how it’s stripped us of basic human rights (several of our cities are on the top ten of the most unsafe cities in the world, and there are severe food and medicine shortages).
During this march the protesters were met with ruthless repression. The National guard fired plastic bullets at the peaceful march, as well as expired tear gas that they didn’t bother to shoot at the air, but directly at protestors. Parapolicial, government sympathizing groups opened fired against the protesters and a 17 year old boy was killed.
In the following days, the headquarters of Justice First, a strong opposition party was bombed, putting many people at risk. This came after Henrique Capriles, one of the main opposition leaders in the country, was banned from serving in any government position for 15 years. (News article here)
The protests extended to other cities in the country, mainly in the Andes region. An university student from Táchira, a state in this region, was killed by the same parapolicial armed groups during a demonstration.
This fueled the protests and there were non-stop demonstrations all over the country, but mainly in Caracas, all through April. The same disgusting repression was evident in every single demonstration.
They all start peaceful, then the National Guard intervenes and they shoot plastic bullets at demonstrators, they incessantly fire expired tear gas at them. They even went so far as to throwing the tear gas from helicopters, impacting elementary schools and children hospitals. This has forced demonstrators, in several occasions, to go into the Guaire, a heavily polluted river in Caracas. They then have to make the choice between possibly suffocating or contracting lepstospirosis, mange or any other disease you may get from a river that acts as the city’s main sewer.
As I said before, the National Guard fires these tear gas canisters (see image below) directly at protesters with clear intention to hurt them. They have impacted people in the head, on limbs and most recently, they impacted a 20 year old man in the chest. The collision ruptured his heart and he died. The authorities tried to cover this up by saying he was killed by the impact of a caught bolt pistol.
In my city, a professor called Irma Bello went out during the 19th of April demonstrations, where the National Guard aimed their water cannon directly at her. The stream of water hit her straight on and knocked her face-first on the floor. While she was there, they continued moving her around with the stream, while preventing people from helping her. She’s 50 years old and was exercising her right to peacefully protest. She was sent to the hospital with a bloody lip, shattered teeth, a swollen eye, a dislocated shoulder and a concussion that left her suffering from severe headaches.
In recent days, the President has called for a Congress to review the Constitution, which would inevitably lead to him and his people further perpetuating themselves in power. The government has also decided that our country must exist the Organization of American States over strong criticism by Luis Almagro (its secretary) on what’s happening in my country.
I’ve lost count of the amount of people who have been killed and imprisoned during the last month. I’m disgusted and offended by the government calling our people terrorists and murderers for arming themselves with molotov cocktails and throwing the tear gas back at them when they got tired of being the victims of the repression. When they decided to hit back.
Even more so, I’m hurt that I can’t exercise my right to protest without fear of being severely injured or worse.
I am tired of public employees being dragged to marches or bullied into not protesting because they’re afraid of losing their jobs and never working again.
I’m scared of the disorganization that reigns in the opposition movement and the apathy of the international community regarding our situation. I see the news articles but I don’t see the sanctions, I don’t see the frozen bank accounts, despite everyone and their mother knowing that our president and his entire executive train are using my country to launder money from the drug trade.
I’m tired of feeling like I have no future in my country and that my parents worked so hard to get somewhere in life just to have that stripped away. They can’t speak up, they can’t complain because then they’d be traitors and they’d be fired and we’d be eating from the trashcans as so many people are right now.
I’m tired of people with chronic diseases, such as hypertension, schyzophrenia, epilepsy and so on and so forth, having to travel all around the country to find their medicines. I’m tired of severely mentally ill people in psych wards not receiving their treatment and being malnourished. I’m tired of people with cancer that’s just starting not being able to have a second chance at life.
You get ill in Venezuela and you’re potentially signing a death sentence. You complain as a public employee in Venezuela and you’re fired. You have something slightly nice in Venezuela and odds are you’ll be killed so another person can have it.
I’m aware that some of you might not know that Venezuela is a tiny country at the north of South America, but to me, it’s my world. I was born here, I was raised here and I’ve never left. I’ve never known any other reality. I want this to end.
Anti-Maduro protests in Caracas, Venezuela
Meanwhile, this has been happening in Caracas, Venezuela (and other cities in the country) for the last month.