Lost dignity, if it existed

Lost dignity, if it existed

Translated from:

Periodico semanario EL LIBERTARIO

by José Ángel Quintero Weir

One thing is dignity, another one, very far is pragmatism.

generally the left and the right define their borders with the ability to move within them, the limits of dignity does not add anything to the formula to make politics, or it becomes an element with a price, and object which value, they say, depends of politics alone, from there life as we know it loses all value, meaning, all dignity.

I was never a close friend of Sabino Romero, I am sure his closest friends and family talked bad about me, It was for linguistic and cultural reasons that we had differences, I mean, Sabino was a YUKPA-KARIBE and all my family was ARAWAKA. Even thou, we all, came to understand that Sabino was the leader of the fight in favor of their stolen land, their aboriginal territories in the actual context in Venezuela. But for them, for those who resist, those conservationist it was not about their land more than their existence, and for that, it is possible that we are now in the presentation of a mutual disrespectful event, in which the mobster boss of the mining companies in the state of Zulia(Arias Cardenas) who wants to dominate all aboriginal lands and whose minion, a cultural tool of his mob(Luisbi Portillo) whom we must recognize that got some deep connections with the aboriginal communities of the mining area of the Maracaibo Lake, connection that, in a greater part, we were responsible.

why does this happens? whats the motive?

As we can easily answer it, the process in which it was taken it kind of complex, cause in this case, the one involve in it, Luisbi Portillo, never understood his roots nor his culture, meaning, that he never learn anything from them, in fact, he never learn from Sabino, who, about two months ago before his vil death rejected any kind of corruption from the government, offered by the ministries of the aboriginals or from aboriginal personalities like Fruto Viva, whom, had the decency of quitting his purpose before the magnitude of Sabino death.

As it is, Luis Portillo is not Sabino, he never understood Sabino, he thought he was the one directing Sabino and his family, and never though otherwise. In fact, after 25 years in the range he never wanted to learn the aboriginal language, cause, by his account, he wanted everyone around to learn from him, not the contrary. Today, we see with pain how he is capable of subdue his back so the mobster boss of the Zulia's mines gives him a medal named after Sabino, as a symbolic representation of what Sabino could have been.

It is painful, sadness, but Sabino lives, and the fight for the Independence of the aboriginal lands continues.