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>From: JSalloum@aol.com
>Reply-To: JSalloum@aol.com
>To: nettime-l@bbs.thing.net
>Subject: from Chiapas
>Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 14:57:48 EDT
>
>thought you'd appreciate this.
>j
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>From: Velcrow Ripper
> Reply-to: scaredsacred@tao.ca
> Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 15:16:04 -0500 (EST)
>
> hiya folks...sorry for the bulk mailing, but
> internet can be a bit tough down here
> sometimes...it{s velcrow here, with a few thoughts
> on the journey i am on in mexico. for the last
> two weeks i have been a member of the "Zapatista
> Caravan for peace, justice and dignity",
> travelling from the jungles of chiapas to the
> urban chaos of mexico city, with Marcos and 24 of
> the commandantes, in a bid for peace, and freedom
> for the indigenous people of chiapas, of mexico,
> and the world. And for all of us, as marcos says:
> todos somos indios del mundo.
>
> The caravan has been an incredibly moving
> experience...it{s an example of boldness and
> determination, in the face of impossible odds...a
> sense of hope and possibility...graffitti at UNAM
> (the university in mexico city which has been the
> cente of a radical stike, now over, for the last
> year) reads "YOU DONT HAVE TO ASK ANYONE TO BE
> FREE. The Zapatistas."
>
> The Zapatistas have created autonomous
> communities, called "Aguas Calientes" throughout
> chiapas, and the caravan was in one huge mobile
> autonomous zone, where Zapatismo was upheld above
> and beyond the laws of the state. when we arrived
> at UNAM the students had created another mobile
> "Aguas Calientes" for us in the heart of the
> campus, a tent city, with a kitchen, underground
> radio station, and events every day. In the
> course of the caravan we drove for hundreds and
> hundreds of miles past thousands and thousands of
> ordinary mexicans at the side of the road,
> clapping, waving, holding their hands to their
> hearts, crying, offering us food and drink,
> chanting "no estan solos"- youre not alone. The
> people were with us. often my eyes would mist
> over, at one sacred moment after another, such as
> the sight of an old indigenous woman, grinning
> from ear to ear, sunburst smile, catching my
> eyes, thanking us for coming down, a look that
> went straight to my heart,filled with hope, with
> faith, with a belief that somehow in this corrupt
> and selfish world, the audacity, the sincerity,
> the brilliance of the Zapatistas, and this crazy
> move, riding into the gaping jaws of the beast,
> armed only with words, would herald the beginning
> of a real change...
>
> On the way we stopped at Nurio where a national
> indigenous council was held, gathering support,
> and expanding the concrete demands beyond the
> mayans of chiapas, to include all the indegnous of
> mexico...not content to have their demands met for
> their own county, the vision ofthe zapatistas
> extends throughout this cuontry...and in fact,
> beyond borders.
>
> Everyday the caravan swelled as new buses joined
> in, from a thousand in san cristobal to well over
> five thousand by the time we reached mexico city.
>
> one day we pulled into a small town,under the last
> vestiges of a blue blue sky. the roads were lined
> with supporters. as the zapatistas took the stage
> the sky clouded over, and the first drops of rain
> fell.
>
> by the time marcos spoke, the storm was boiling,
> ligthening flahsed, and as rained p oured down.
> the people laughed, danced, drank in the poetic
> words, which built in intensity as the storm
> itself peaked...
>
> they told us it had not rained in that town in six
> months. in fact the name of the town is "place of
> little rain". The streetst turned to rivers, and
> we splashed through, back to the buses.
>
> here{s a poem I wrote that was inspired by that
> day...
>
>
> ZAPATA VIVE!
>
> Empty sky
> Storm forms
> Lightening flashes
> Etch images
> Of truth
>
> Reveal the rot
> Challenge the chains
> Woven by generation
> After generation
> After generation
> Of Men
>
> People Eaters
> Planet Eaters
> Conciously unconcious
>
> The storm is boiling
> It will not be stopped
> With a mop and a bucket
>
> It will not be stopped
> By all the walls of dollars
> Erected by the fearful power brokers
> And their pets
> The bent and broken governments of the world
>
> It will not be stopped
> By the numbed and numbered
> Sucking soothers
> Of vacant experience
> Desperate oblivion
>
> It will not be stopped
>
> It will only grow
>
> As you and you and you
> Choose the pain and joy
> Of concioussness
>
> Choose to dance in the cold driving rain
> Drenched and trembling with awe
> Swept into a hundred streams
> Coursing into a thousand rivers
> Towards the ocean of collective awakening
>
>
> The floodwaters are rising
> Swan dive in
> Laughing and shouting
>
> or be submerged
>
> The floodwaters are rising
>
> Its a good thing.
>
>
> Velcrow Ripper, Mexico, Mar 15/2001
>
>
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> From moment to moment"
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