He is sébado 27 of September, ten years despué s which cércel left the last prisoner returns to fill, two thousand people group around the inner central roundhouse “the cupola”.
n which it was the control of the galleries, some political expresses take seat that lived the worse nightmares on their life between these walls. Not only they are there, between the public who listening we found many faces them known, that tambié n had to pay with their pain and freedom the price that the dictatorship imposed to them.
Tod@s we have gone to the call of the neighbors of the district, to continue vindicating the use of lands of cércel social aims and to maintain a part of this historical construction like Center for the Memory. The memory that continues lacking in this “so democrético” country and in this narcotized Madrid. The speculative plans always plan in this city of backs the neighbors who inhabit it, a long time ago they decided “those that command” as serious democréticamente the future of these 200,000 square meters and by all means in this future there is no site nor for the district and its people, nor for the memory of this country, single exists space for the business and its interests.
Sébado 27 of September, thirty three years atrés assassinated under the capital punishment to five citizens of this country, the dictatorship returned to repeat what ¡ did during forty years; to assassinate. Near which it was the sixth gallery, he is Pablo Mayoral, thirty and three years despué s attends same cércel in which knew the cells punishment (that nobody has taught, nor seen) and where it passed a long time despué s of which she was to him exchanged the capital punishment, without forgetting the judgment farce and puppets which they put under to him and to undergo the brutales tortures that were applied to him in the DGS.
Thirty three years despué s qué thought Pablo from this cércel? , mirror of the political repression, picture of a state that has not judged to one single one of the repressive torturadores and of ré they moan, that passage of being dictatorship to democracy by the art of “birlibirloque”. A state that has maintained all the apparatus repressive, been born of a military coup, without making justice, annulling the highly summarized causes, repairing to the victims of the facist repression…
Cércel began to construct in 1940, with the idea to lodge the great amount of political prisoners who tapeworm the dictatorship. They constructed it with the manual labor of 1000 political prisoners submissive forced works, many left between these bricks its life. In this cércel tambié n executed among others to the Distinguished anarchists Francisco Gata and Joaquin Delgado Martinez, in 1964, to vile stick. Here they passed the last hours of its life the militants of the FRAP: Xosé Humberto Baena Alonso, José Luis Sénchez Bravo and Ramon Garci'a Sanz, before starting off for Hole of Manzanares to be shot, innocent of accusations that could not be demonstrated with any test of position. Others passed away by the beatings of the civil employees of prisons like Agustín Wheel, others arrived dead like Arregui.
He is sébado 27 of September, between rubble and twisted irons we have settled, meanwhile are taking the word old renters from these walls: Gervasio Doors, Victor Diaz Cardiel, Marcelino Camacho… is the last riot of one cércel that smells of demolition, the riot of the words, the memories, the sufferings, histories nonrecognized, truncated lives. It is a shout in cold cércel by the memory, of the memory of which no longer they are in favor, is a shout by the freedom, to maintain the memory alive that all we needed to walk towards the future.
It is a shout of solidarity of the neighbors, of the people of this district that needs equipment public, that do not erase their past with a simple demolition.
Words conclude, breathes dust in dusk in that rain threatens, people leaves to immense seat entrance, which it knew rows interminable relatives who came to the visits of the prisoners, opposite is the Center of Internamiento de Extranjeros (YOU BACK WATER), new cércel modern to continue maintaining the injustice in a so democrético world.
He is sébado 27 of September and the last riot of cércel of Carabanchel has concluded, this time without the intervention of the forces of public order, nor of the civil employees of prisons, without wounded, without died… the citizens takes leave with the song of the International, folds its red flags and tricolors, marches to a narcotized, sleepy Madrid… but that can wake up.
LQSomos. G@lileo. September of 2008
Tod@s we have gone to the call of the neighbors of the district, to continue vindicating the use of lands of cércel social aims and to maintain a part of this historical construction like Center for the Memory. The memory that continues lacking in this “so democrético” country and in this narcotized Madrid. The speculative plans always plan in this city of backs the neighbors who inhabit it, a long time ago they decided “those that command” as serious democréticamente the future of these 200,000 square meters and by all means in this future there is no site nor for the district and its people, nor for the memory of this country, single exists space for the business and its interests.
Sébado 27 of September, thirty three years atrés assassinated under the capital punishment to five citizens of this country, the dictatorship returned to repeat what ¡ did during forty years; to assassinate. Near which it was the sixth gallery, he is Pablo Mayoral, thirty and three years despué s attends same cércel in which knew the cells punishment (that nobody has taught, nor seen) and where it passed a long time despué s of which she was to him exchanged the capital punishment, without forgetting the judgment farce and puppets which they put under to him and to undergo the brutales tortures that were applied to him in the DGS.
Thirty three years despué s qué thought Pablo from this cércel? , mirror of the political repression, picture of a state that has not judged to one single one of the repressive torturadores and of ré they moan, that passage of being dictatorship to democracy by the art of “birlibirloque”. A state that has maintained all the apparatus repressive, been born of a military coup, without making justice, annulling the highly summarized causes, repairing to the victims of the facist repression…
Cércel began to construct in 1940, with the idea to lodge the great amount of political prisoners who tapeworm the dictatorship. They constructed it with the manual labor of 1000 political prisoners submissive forced works, many left between these bricks its life. In this cércel tambié n executed among others to the Distinguished anarchists Francisco Gata and Joaquin Delgado Martinez, in 1964, to vile stick. Here they passed the last hours of its life the militants of the FRAP: Xosé Humberto Baena Alonso, José Luis Sénchez Bravo and Ramon Garci'a Sanz, before starting off for Hole of Manzanares to be shot, innocent of accusations that could not be demonstrated with any test of position. Others passed away by the beatings of the civil employees of prisons like Agustín Wheel, others arrived dead like Arregui.
He is sébado 27 of September, between rubble and twisted irons we have settled, meanwhile are taking the word old renters from these walls: Gervasio Doors, Victor Diaz Cardiel, Marcelino Camacho… is the last riot of one cércel that smells of demolition, the riot of the words, the memories, the sufferings, histories nonrecognized, truncated lives. It is a shout in cold cércel by the memory, of the memory of which no longer they are in favor, is a shout by the freedom, to maintain the memory alive that all we needed to walk towards the future.
It is a shout of solidarity of the neighbors, of the people of this district that needs equipment public, that do not erase their past with a simple demolition.
Words conclude, breathes dust in dusk in that rain threatens, people leaves to immense seat entrance, which it knew rows interminable relatives who came to the visits of the prisoners, opposite is the Center of Internamiento de Extranjeros (YOU BACK WATER), new cércel modern to continue maintaining the injustice in a so democrético world.
He is sébado 27 of September and the last riot of cércel of Carabanchel has concluded, this time without the intervention of the forces of public order, nor of the civil employees of prisons, without wounded, without died… the citizens takes leave with the song of the International, folds its red flags and tricolors, marches to a narcotized, sleepy Madrid… but that can wake up.
LQSomos. G@lileo. September of 2008
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