For you, my truth

I don't even want to write anymore, because every time I start doing it, to investigate, to gather information, videos and images, anguish oppresses my chest, violence hits me and I cry.

I cry because I don't understand, I can't believe the evil of people who destroy everything.

I don't understand the lack of values ​​that pushes them to destroy busts of soldiers who gave their lives so that they would remain chilean.

The ignorance of the schoolchildren who, with their faces covered and with colored scarves (alluding to various causes that they defend from poorly informed extremism) force people to get out of their cars and dance if they want to cross the street ... that did the nazis with the jews, have you not read books?? haven't you  seen documentaries? And I don't blame your school, I hold you responsible for spending hours on the computer and on social media, but not reading or educating you ... I don't even ask you to go to the library, it's all there, in your cell phone screen.

My mom told me yesterday: "Lindha, if you run into something like that, get down, get down and dance." I answered no.

She values ​​their physical integrity, because there are people who have been hit. She also values ​​her car, which has cost her so much, because others have been broken.

I value my integrity, my values ​​and my dignity.

I do not dance like monkeys, as if I were a puppet or a jew who fears for his life before the nazis. I do not.

And about the assholes with handkerchiefs alluding to other causes ... bitch you're a slit face!* The purple is for violence against women and you believe yourself with the right to violate me! The green is for abortion, "my body, my decision"... and do you believe you have the right to act on my body and my decision?!

I DO NOT!

I do not want to see news, I do not want to get into my whatsapp or my facebook, because all I see is hatred and violence born of ignorance.

But today I do it. Today I see news and I promise to continue doing it for you, because I do not want that when you go to school a history teacher whom you admire (who is 15 years old today and is dedicated to breaking history) indoctrinates and tells you about his fight. I want to tell you what happened, what I lived, what the “la derecah” and “militares y carabineros” have silenced by fear, by political/social repression and by DD.HH.. I want to tell you what journalists, my colleagues, have misinformed with the power of words ... Today and always, you will have my version, my truth. And the teacher who tells you that it is a lie, ask him how old he was in 2019, ask him if he read the constitution, the one he wanted so much to change ...

I am 32, I have a broad vision of reality, much more than a 15 years old, I have worked with the constitution many times, I have friends here and there, with different opinions and realities, they do not tell me stories. We are neither fachos nor cuicos, that nobody ever tells you that. Your grandparents are the first university students in your family, I am only the second generation. We are neither rich nor cuicos nor fachos.

I didn't want to have a blog like that, it was never the idea... But here you will have my truth, here you will have my experience, my eyes, my ears, my heart.

I love you my son/daughter

* You are not yet born ... you are not even in my plans, how do I explain that I have not even met your dad 😅 I can only tell you that I want you to have this.

*I apologize immediately for my english, I stopped writing in this language 17 years ago.

* “puta que eres cara de raja!”.