The Supposed War on Drugs and the Demonization of the Indigenous Peoples of the Moskitia.
March 13, 2014 by OFRANEH, my translation
English translation by Vicki Cervantes of La Voz de los de Abajo of Spanish article on Dr. Almendares' withdrawal from Human Rights Comissioner election in today's C-Libre from El Proceso Digital
Less than a year into the U.S. federal government's foray into *finally* recognizing gay people as human (less so trans people), we're falling over ourselves to use the homophobia and transphobia of other countries (much of it fomented and/or exacerbated through a variety of previous and/or ongoing imperialist interventions) as an excuse for more imperialist intervention. Because saving brown women from brown men is no longer enough for white men (and women--to paraphrase Spivak).
In the past couple weeks there has been more troubling news (and/or reporting) on Honduras than I have time to elaborate on. Just a few lowlights here:
So the internet chatter over the past few days (which I mostly miss because I got off the Facebook) has been about Honduran singer Polache. It appears he was competing in an international singing contest in Viña del Mar, Chile. He performed in the "folklore" category, singing his song "I Speak Spanish" (in Spanish). Young Polache (née Paul Hughes) had his shirt off, his tattoos exposed, and an array of similarly shirtless, tattooed backup dancers. The screen in the back showed images of stereotypical "gang members" as he performed.
What does it mean that my favorite beer is called Imperial?
...because I can't find a way to write about these things in prose.
The cell phone signals in the prisons were blocked two weeks ago, to keep us safe
Since then she hasn't been able to talk to her boyfriend
She is irritable, her brothers tell me
She misses him
And that's why (they say) the broom handle broke when she hit little Juan's back
86 per 100,000
Marvin often screams in his sleep
Sometimes he breaks things and doesn't remember in the morning
Tonight his brother Josué sobs loudly
On January 12th, day six of our solidarity brigade, it rained in the morning.
The students ate breakfast, waited just a bit for the rain to slow down, and then set out on their first day of blood collection for their study on the prevalence of sickle-cell anemia in Ciriboya.
Some of them shared their videos with me. Here, a nursing student and a med student talk about their work, and their excitement to be beginning their study that day:
Click image below to download pdf of the poster and click HERE for the conference website.
Days before the inauguration, La Prensa gushed that the stadium was gleaming in anticipation of the event, featuring a picture photoshopped beyond credulity, trees and field neon green, with the unlit Tigo ad on the hill positively glowing.