Indigenous Women Demand Elbit Border Wall Divestment

 

Indigenous Women Demand Elbit Border Wall Divestment

May 7, 2021 04:00 PM

Pacific Time (US and Canada)

Join us in the first installation of the DIVEST BORDER PANEL SERIES as indigenous peoples and allies discuss the impacts of Integrated Fixed Towers (IFTs) and their impact on Indigenous peoples rights in the United States and globally.

Register:

https://us02web.zoom.us/webinar/register/WN_ZXGvybBqRxyvq9Cp1-d7AA

Zapatistas 'The Mountain' sets sail to Europe on May 3, 2021

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Zapatistas in the Lacandon jungle prepare for sendoff of comrades to Europe. The 'reverse invasion' of resistance and revolution has been invited to countries throughout Europe. 'Autonomy. Self Reliance. Dignity.'

Traduzione Italiano (Italiano)
Deutsch Übersetzung (German)
Перевод на русский язык (Russian)

The Ixchel Route.

April 2021.

The Mountain will come out.

By SupGaleano (Marcos)

From one of the houses of Ixchel , the mother of love and fertility, the grandmother of plants and animals, a young mother and an old mother, the rage into which the pain of the earth is transformed when it is hurt and stained, will emerge the mountain.

One of the Mayan legends tells that Ixchel spread out over the world in the shape of a rainbow. This was done in order to give the planet a lesson in plurality and inclusion, and to remind it that the color of the earth is not one, but many, and that all, without ceasing to be what they are, together illuminate the wonder of life. And she, Ixchel , the rainbow woman, embraces all colors and makes them part of her.

Zapatista Delegation Setting Sail for Europe

421st SQUADRON

By SupGaleano ((formerly Marcos)

(Zapatista Maritime Delegation)

April 2021.

Translations in Italian, Portuguese, Turkish, Russian, Greek, German, French. Original in Spanish at:

https://enlacezapatista.ezln.org.mx/2021/04/17/escuadron-421/

The calendar? An early morning in April. Geography? The mountains of the Mexican Southeast. A sudden silence overtakes the crickets, the distant barking of dogs, and the echo of marimba music. Here, in the belly of the mountains, it sounds more like a whisper than a shout. If we weren’t where we are, you might think it was the murmur of the open ocean. But it’s not the sound of waves crashing against the coast, the beach, or the cliff edge marked by a sheer drop. No, it’s something more than that. And then… a long wail and a sudden, brief tremor.