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03:02:15 09/27/10
El Telar Triqui The Triqui Weaving
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Scroll Down for English Video Taller Manovuelta - Oaxaca Septiembre 2010 EL TELAR TRIQUI El tejer de las mujeres se hace cada vez mas constante, las abuelas, las hijas, las nietas tejen con sus hilos, con sus manos, con la palabra, tejen la resistencia, abriendo caminos con la digna rabia, camino andado tantas veces por ellas mismas, caminos que ahora se confunden con el rojo de sus huipiles por tanta sangre derramada, los huipiles son bordados y trabajados por manos de mujeres triquis, mujeres que junto con su pueblo han sido reprimidas, vejadas, hasta llegar al olvido de la mayor?a que vivimos en los suburbios de la ciudad enga?ados y enga?adas pensando que somos due?os y due?as de nuestras vidas, recibiendo lo que no necesitamos, sobreviviendo con lo que no queremos y olvidando nuestras necesidades. Olvido el mejor amigo de los que lo propagandizan, de los que reprimen y llenan de sangre los caminos dignos de San Juan Copala, los que averg?enzan a la tierra con cada acto de despojo, con violaciones, con asesinatos, ellxs y ellxs lxs que odian que el pueblo Triqui una vez mas se ponga frente a ellos para exigir justicia, para luchar por lo que les corresponde. Ellas las del huipil rojo, las de las trenzas, las del chamaco en el pecho, ellas las tejedoras, ellas, las mujeres Triquis se ponen de pie para exigir alimento para hijxs, esposos, madres, para los suyos, alimento necesidad b?sica para sobrevivir, y justicia para vivir. La necesaria b?squeda del sustento convierte a los matorrales en el mejor amigo para las mujeres Triquis, cuando el viento y el sol las descubren la b?squeda suele convertirse en una actividad peligrosa sujeta a violaci?n y muerte, como el muy presente 7 de septiembre de 2010 cuando Natalia Cruz Bautista y Francisca de Jes?s Garc?a mujeres Triquis que intentaban ir por alimento para sus hijos e hijas, fueron interceptadas de manera agresiva por paramilitares y una de ellas violada y la otra herida de bala en el hombro, ?se meten con nosotras por que saben que ya no tenemos miedo? nos dicen a un grupo de mujeres que fuimos en busca de unas entrevistas y regresamos con inmenso aprendizaje. Un grupo de mujeres con vestidos rojos resiste no solo en las calles, en sus caminos, en su comunidad, sino tambi?n en el z?calo de la ciudad de Oaxaca, ellas unas cuantas pero con la fuerza suficiente para organizarse y protegerse entre ellas, con la fortaleza y convicci?n que un desalojo ya es poco para tanta balacera en San Juan Copala, balacera a la que lxs ninxs han estado acostumbradxs desde hace meses, balacera que ha asesinado a compa?eros, compa?eras, esposas, esposos, hijas, hijos, costumbre que ha costado vidas, pero que ahora las mujeres triquis con todo su dolor, con toda su rabia luchan de manera pacifica, contundente y con fortaleza para romper el cerco medi?tico y paramilitar que obstruye el acceso de alimentos, de salud y educaci?n a San Juan Copala, las mujeres Triquis conocidas por sus huipiles rojos, y condenadas por generaciones a las vejaciones hoy est?n exigiendo su derecho a la libre autodeterminacion de los pueblos. En el Z?calo de Oaxaca las mujeres pasan y pasan visten de diferentes formas, algunas con lentes negros para cubrir los ojos del sol, unas desconcertadas observan a las mujeres Triquis en su andar, otras asombradas miran a lxs ninxs que juegan en las cercan?as del campamento de las mujeres Triquis, otras solo pasan sin observar, sin poner atenci?n a las demandas, sin mirarlas a ellas siquiera, distra?das y enga?adas por los amos del capital, por la cosm?tica que atenta contra su ser, por la moda que despoja los huipiles, otras indignadas convierten la lucha de las Triquis en las suyas, algunas con miedo de estar alg?n d?a en el lugar de ellas solo saludan y sujetan a sus hijxs de la mano. ?luchamos por que somos mujeres? dice una de ellas, mujeres que ya no est?n de acuerdo a seguir sometidas, mujeres que ahora son las proveedoras del alimento arriesgando as? su propia vida. Mujeres y hombres Triquis que a travez de los anos su lucha ha sido criminalizada, por los criminales que despojan, violan y asesinan a los indios e indias de sus tierras. Mujeres que hoy se levantan y salen de su comunidad no para huir, sino para dar a conocer su palabra y su resistencia, como pueblos indios, como pueblo Triqui, como madres, hijas, como mujeres. Por que en donde sea que sus pies las anden ellas seguir?n siendo Triquis, por que el rojo de sus hupiles es una inspiraci?n y una constante resistencia. Por que la justicia llegara para David Garc?a Reyes, Paulino Ram?rez Reyes, Antonio Cruz Garc?a, Rigoberto Ram?rez Gonz?lez, Teresa Bautista, Felicitas Martinez, Virginia, Daniela, Cleriberta Castro, Bety Carino, Natalia Cruz Bautista y Francisca de Jes?s Gracia, Jiry Jaakkola, Timoteo Alejandro, Antonio Ram?rez L?pez y Antonio Cruz Garc?a, Rigoberto Ram?rez Gonz?lez y Pedro Santos Castro, Celestino Hern?ndez, H?ctor Antonio Ram?rez y El?as Fern?ndez menor de edad (9 a?os). ENGLISH----- The Triqui Weaving The weaving of women has become more constant, grandmothers, daughters, granddaughters weave with their threads, with their hands, with their words, weaving resistance, opening roads with their worthy rage, moving forward for themselves as they have done so many times before, roads that can now be easily confused by the red on their huipiles (traditional indigenous dress) because of all of the bloodshed in their community, the huipiles (traditional indigenous dress) are embroidered and worked by the hands of the Triqui women, women that alongside their people have been repressed, humiliated, until reaching a point where the majority that live in the outskirts of the city have been misled and deceived thinking that we are masters and mistresses of our lives, receiving what we do not need, surviving with what we do not want and forgetting our needs. I choose to forget those that propagandize, those that repress and fill the dignified roads of San Juan Copala with blood, those that shame the land with each act of displacement, with violations, with murders, those that hate that the Triqui people will once again rise up and demand justice, fighting for what is theirs. The women of the red huipil (traditional indigenous dress), the women with their braids, the women with their baby by their breast, the weavers, the triqui women stand up to demand food for their children, husbands, mothers, for their people, food, which is necessary to survive and justice to live. The bushes become the Triqui women?s best friend because the necessary search for livelihood is a dangerous activity subjected to rape and murder, like on September 7th, when Natalia Cruz Bautista and Francisca de Jes?s Garc?a, both Triqui women, intended to go in search for food for their children were intercepted by paramilitaries aggressively and one of them was raped while the other was shot in the shoulder. ?They mess with us because they know that we are no longer afraid,? said a group of Triqui women to us who went in search of interviews and returned with immense learning. A group of women with red dress resist not only in the streets, in their journeys, in their communities, but also in the zocalo (city center) in the city of Oaxaca, there is only a few of them but they have enough strength to organize and protect each other, with the conviction that a forced removal from the zocalo (city center) is a small thing to endure because they have been enduring constant gun fire in San Juan Copala, gun fire that for months the children have become accustomed to, gun fire that has murdered comrades, wives, husbands, daughters, sons, a custom that has cost lives, but now the Triqui women with all their pain, with all their rage fight peacefully, in order to break the media blockade and paramilitary obstructing access to food, health services, and education to San Juan Copala, the Triqui women are known for their red huipiles (traditional indigenous dresses) and condemned for generations to abuse, today stand up to demand their right to self determination. In the zocalo (city center) of Oaxaca women that are dress differently walk by, some with black sunglasses to cover their eyes from the sun, some are bewildered and observe the triqui women, others are amazed and watch the children playing near the encampment of the triqui women, others walk by without observing, without paying attention to the demands, without even acknowledging them, distracted and deceived by the masters of capital, by cosmetics that threatens their being, by the fashion that strips them from the huipiles (traditional indigenous dresses), others become angry and make the Triquis struggle their own, some that fear that one day they will be in the same place as the Triqui women only greet them and hold their children by the hand. ?we fight because we are women?, said one of them, women who are no longer willing to remain subdued, women that are now the providers of food risk their own lives. For years the struggle of Triqui women and men has been criminalized, by the criminals that rape and murder the Indians from their land. Women that rise up now and come out from their communities not to run away, but to let their word and their resistance be known, like indians, like Triqui people, like mothers, daughters, like women. Wherever their feet takes them they will always be Triquis, because the red in their hupiles (traditional indigenous dresses) is an inspiration and constant resistance. Justice will come for David Garc?a Reyes, Paulino Ram?rez Reyes, Antonio Cruz Garc?a, Rigoberto Ram?rez Gonz?lez, Teresa Bautista, Felicitas Martinez, Virginia, Daniela, Cleriberta Castro, Bety Carino, Natalia Cruz Bautista y Francisca de Jes?s Gracia, Jiry Jaakkola, Timoteo Alejandro, Antonio Ram?rez L?pez y Antonio Cruz Garc?a, Rigoberto Ram?rez Gonz?lez y Pedro Santos Castro, Celestino Hern?ndez, H?ctor Antonio Ram?rez y El?as Fern?ndez who is a minor (9 years of age).
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10:08:59 10/31/06
2pac - Changes
[LESS INFO] 49 VIEWS | ADDED 10:08:59 10/31/06
Le clip magnifique de Changes, la chanson de 2pac sortie deux ans après sa mort! Tout en images d'archives (clips, films, interviews...) :'-)
(Come on, come on)
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, or should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor, and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts, so I'm looking for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he's a hero
Givin back to the kids, who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
first ship them dope, let them deal to brothers
give them guns, step back and watch them kill each other
It's time to fight back, that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark, now Huey's dead
I got love for my brothers
but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other
we gotta start makin changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed be
how can you tell them take a brother if he's close to me
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things change, and that's the way it is
come on, come on
that's just the way it is
things will never be the same
that's just the way it is, ahh yeah
X2
I see no changes
all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate, makes disgrace the racist
we under, I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
take the evil out the people, they'll be actin right
cuz both black and white are smokin crack tonight
and the only time we chill is when we kill each other
it's takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
and I know it's seems Heaven since
we aint ready, to see a black president
it aint a secret of a sealed up fact
penetentiarys packed, and it's filled with blacks
but some things will never change
tried to show another way, but ya stayin in the dope game
now tell me what's a mother to do?
being real don't appeal to the brother in you
- yeah -
You gotta operate the easy way
- I made a G today -
but you made it in a sleezy way
sellin crack to the kids
- I gotta get paid -
well hey, well that's the way it is
chorus
talking ...
we gotta make a change
it's time for us as a people to start making some changes
lets change the way we eat
lets change the way live
lets change the way we treat each other
see our old way wasn't working
so it's on us to do what we gotta do
to survive
and still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?
there's war on the streets
and the war in the Middle East
instead of war on poverty
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
and I aint never did a crime I aint have to do
but now I'm back from the locks givin back to you
don't let them jack you up
back you up
crack you up
and pimp smack you up
you gotta learn to hold your own
they get jealous when see you with your mobile phone
but tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this
when they try to rush I bust this
that's the sound of my tool
you say it aint cool
but momma didn't raise no fool
and as long as I stay black
I gotta stay strapped
and I never get to lay back
cuz I always gotta worry bout the payback
some punk that I ruffed up way back
comin back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, that's the way it is
chorus
some things will never change
Author: PLUH
Tags: 2pac Tupac changes hommage rap
Posted: 31 October 2006
Rating: 4.9
Votes: 323
117 Views
10:08:59 10/31/06
2pac - Changes
[LESS INFO] 117 VIEWS | ADDED 10:08:59 10/31/06
Le clip magnifique de Changes, la chanson de 2pac sortie deux ans après sa mort! Tout en images d'archives (clips, films, interviews...) :'-)
(Come on, come on)
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, or should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor, and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts, so I'm looking for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he's a hero
Givin back to the kids, who the hell cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
first ship them dope, let them deal to brothers
give them guns, step back and watch them kill each other
It's time to fight back, that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark, now Huey's dead
I got love for my brothers
but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other
we gotta start makin changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed be
how can you tell them take a brother if he's close to me
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things change, and that's the way it is
come on, come on
that's just the way it is
things will never be the same
that's just the way it is, ahh yeah
X2
I see no changes
all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate, makes disgrace the racist
we under, I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
take the evil out the people, they'll be actin right
cuz both black and white are smokin crack tonight
and the only time we chill is when we kill each other
it's takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
and I know it's seems Heaven since
we aint ready, to see a black president
it aint a secret of a sealed up fact
penetentiarys packed, and it's filled with blacks
but some things will never change
tried to show another way, but ya stayin in the dope game
now tell me what's a mother to do?
being real don't appeal to the brother in you
- yeah -
You gotta operate the easy way
- I made a G today -
but you made it in a sleezy way
sellin crack to the kids
- I gotta get paid -
well hey, well that's the way it is
chorus
talking ...
we gotta make a change
it's time for us as a people to start making some changes
lets change the way we eat
lets change the way live
lets change the way we treat each other
see our old way wasn't working
so it's on us to do what we gotta do
to survive
and still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?
there's war on the streets
and the war in the Middle East
instead of war on poverty
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
and I aint never did a crime I aint have to do
but now I'm back from the locks givin back to you
don't let them jack you up
back you up
crack you up
and pimp smack you up
you gotta learn to hold your own
they get jealous when see you with your mobile phone
but tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this
when they try to rush I bust this
that's the sound of my tool
you say it aint cool
but momma didn't raise no fool
and as long as I stay black
I gotta stay strapped
and I never get to lay back
cuz I always gotta worry bout the payback
some punk that I ruffed up way back
comin back after all these years
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, that's the way it is
chorus
some things will never change
Author: PLUH
Tags: 2pac Tupac changes hommage rap
Posted: 31 October 2006
Rating: 4.9
Votes: 323
