Mirtha Luz Pérez Robledo, In Self-Defense, In Defense of Remembrance
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| NadiaVera [Mexico's Disappeared Emojis] |
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| Forget Me Not [Mexico's Disappeared Emojis] |
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| Rubén Espinosa [Mexico's Disappeared Emojis] |
[...] country-hell, country of cops. Long river of cries, wide painful sea, angel's republic, lost homeland. Country of mine, ours, everyone's and none's [...] Efraín Huerta
From this country that is held [together] by misery, injustice, impunity, corruption and crime pillars,
From this country in which most of the society rises as a hostile court to judge everything through it's prejudice and double standard-tarnished glass,
From this country where "the most powerful gentleman is Mr. Money",
From this country where the same argument is delivered to all the violent death investigations,
For this country in which victims are victimised over again whilst criminals are protected,
From this country where judges leave citizens defenseless through deliberate omission [just as easy as] they leave criminals walk free by arguing they didn't have the right trials or that they "ignored they were breaking the law"
From this country where Attorney General Offices exhibit an unfair system, incapable of developing strong cases and the lack of attendance of a growing number of files, piling up one after the other,
From this country whose sole political interest of the government, has not allowed it to be observant of the scaling of violence and becomes a null authority or an accomplice capable of blocking any judicial investigation,
From this country where opening your eyes every day and discovering you're here, is more than a miracle,
From this country of crossfires, of litigation defenses [not against but] for the rights of the delinquency,
From this country in which free expression and mobility is just a created illusion,
For this country where negligence and incapable institutions prevail,
From this country where most of the media are "fishes in a pond that lost their guts in a bank full of spare change"
From this country where they pursue, harass and threaten you,
From this country where institutional violence comes after criminal violence,
From this place where one is erased, by taking hope away [from us],
From this country where the only safe place is a book,
From this country where our words do nothing against it's bullets,
From this country where my voice has the [sole] intention to leave [my body], and be taken away by the wind, resonating beyond borders, denouncing that aside the pain produced by the murder of my daughter Nadia Dominique Vera Pérez, there's some other pain that comes from the following knowledge:
With one spin of the Earth around the Sun, that is, one year after the massacre,
There is no clear motive.
There isn't [any kind of] authority that wants to make a serious, fair, apolitical, impersonal investigation, no money asked; a clear, diligent, exhaustive, effective and scientific investigation.
The people behind filtering the case file information haven't been punished.
Those who took the victim's belongings haven't been investigated.
Friends, family and neighbours that wanted to declare and provide more information to the case, haven't been allowed to do so.
No weapon has been searched fro the committed crime.
At the crime scene, the chain of command was broken, the place, nor the objects were dutifully protected, no authority banned the crime scene to be altered.
The protocols to those interrogated from the State of Veracruz Government were not abided, they were [even] given a preferential treatment, thus diminishing the importance of 5 people being murdered.
Either Nadia Vera's activism nor Rubén Espinosa's journalism in Jalapa, haven't been contemplated as motives, that made these two, completely vulnerable.
The Government of Veracruz has not been investigated, (whose state police forces dressed as civilians, beat, detained and stole from Nadia Vera; they put her in a van and threatened her for her political activism; they broke into their house and snooped around; and with these actions then forced her to flee towards [Mexico City] DF).
There has been no psychological or judicial attention to any of their family members.
There is no way to make understand these people that there is no money that can repair the damage caused to our family, there is no money that can bring our Nadia back, our Rubén; there is no money that can cure the deepest wound of our hearts.
There is no work from the job that is supposed to be developed by the so-called authorities, either by negligence or because they have been incapable of doing it so due to miserable or political interests.
Yet, even if all the wrongs were made rights, with the apprehensions or even the lives of the intellectual or material authors of the crime, not even beyond ten generations, there is a way to restitute the generous and invaluable presence of our Nadia, of our Rubén, [both] unique and irreplaceable.
My country as a poppy field / watered by the purple sap of the young.
"Let's get real, let's do what's impossible".
Mirtha Luz Pérez Robledo, mother.
July 2016.
[Published by Foto reporteros mx]
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