Fearing fire, in the midst of active and merciless warfare, some returned to their homes to salvage what was left; they found dispossession, destruction and death.
They had little time to pick up the pieces of life they left behind when they fled. This is war, while some manage to flee, other families search for their disappeared; in other points they shoot, bodies are found hanging and vehicles are burned in well-known avenues.
The silence of oblivion and the defeated presence of the National Guard and the Mexican Army accompanied the inhabitants of Sarabia, in Jerez, Zacatecas; they were escorted to pick up broken mattresses and dirty rags, that was what was left of the heritage they built with their hands of earth, that was what was left of the institutions that were born with the firm purpose of fighting crime and defending integrity, independence and the sovereignty of the nation.
Sarabia is not in Ukraine, Sarabia is Mexico, and the violence of this war, bloodier, just as unjust, like all others, despicable, keeps towns and cities whipped by the fire of criminal groups that operate with absolute freedom; These attacks are not repudiated or condemned by the President’s Secretary of Foreign Relations, who assured that the best foreign policy is the internal one.
Here they don’t call war correspondents journalists who lose their lives trying to inform the world that in Mexico men and women are shot, cut off, hanged and disappeared every day in the eyes of everyone.
The barbarism that our peoples live has not deserved the repudiation or condemnation of the good and wise people; the good and wise people prefer to debate about tlayudas and applaud the baths of the recently inaugurated AIFA.
The Russian invasion of Ukraine touches more Mexican hearts than the thousands of disappeared and dead in our country; In social networks, the chains of prayer for the displaced Europeans do not stop, the profiles are dyed blue and yellow, the analysts become military strategists.
While the most productive federal legislators, without wasting time, organize tables of friendship with Russia (yes, Russia the invader), the other chamberlain deputies, the pacifists, appear to reject such an aberrant position.
But, where are the friendship tables with Michoacán, Guerrero and Zacatecas? Legislators and the Federation have left the victims in the hands of weak rulers who distribute blame and blessings, but travel armored.
Here, women have to paint and destroy to gain attention, parents of children with cancer have to take their patients to the streets and invade venues to shout: We are dying! Nothing has been enough.
The National Palace is dressed in a triple steel barricade to protect itself from women who arm themselves with paint, flowers and colored smoke to be heard. Legislators kick out parents who knock on doors asking for medicine. A few displaced people are only listened to by those who see a political opportunity, and everything else is simply denied; better let’s talk about Ukraine, let’s talk about classism, the Mayan Train and the best airports in the world.
Increasingly further away from ourselves and our strength, we ignore and make a link with more distant pains, those that glimpse a solution.
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