Victor stood and kept on singing
until they shot his body down.
You can kill a man, but not a song
when it’s sung the whole world round.
If you can live for freedom,
If you can work for freedom,
If you can die for freedom –
I can, too.Reblogged this on Electrica in the Desert
Had the events of 11 September 2001, in New York, Washington and Pennsylvania not occurred, the anniversary of the overthrow of the democratically elected government of Chile, and subsequent atrocities, still wouldn’t receive much attention in the US media.
When Joan Jara went to identify the body of her husband, Victor, she found it riddled with 44 bullets and dumped among a pile of corpses in the Santiago morgue. The poet’s wrists and neck were broken and twisted. Where his belly ought to have been was a gory, gaping void.
The memory of that grim scene soon after the Chilean coup – on 11 September 1973 – is still painful for Jara, but it is not the only cause of her grief. The prime suspect in the killing…
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