1er día de la Primavera 2016
por: Armando Segovia, Armando Serrano Prieto y las memorias
de un niño indocumentado en México (C. 1971-1986).
… No todo lo que brilla es ORO,
pero yo sí soy feliz con mi piel de Bronce,
misma que en otros Horizontes, se le ve como sí fuese de COBRE¹.
“Quitting is for Amateurs!!!” According to my favorite talking head on the Television Screen… love you too Carmen. love you too. | Uso justo de todos los medios para establecer de una vez por todas cuáles van a ser las “llamadas” sombras de nuestros pasados que tienen que aparecer, tanto aquellas que fueron reales, como aquellas que han sido inventadas para tapar El Sol con un DEDO.
The Context
My arguments against the violations of the Mexican government against my individual civil rights are, regardless of my nationality, and for the moment, a sum of only two. The first one originates following my refusal to pay a bribe during the recuperation of my Mexican citizenship. The second one involves a trash truck at one of the Mexican International border crossing bridge which caters to industrial and commercial sector that comes from and not into the U.S. border. I am talking about Mexican Customs here.
This is the tail end of an e-mail message that catapulted me into seeking a Talents and Competences visa from the French Consulate in Los Angeles, California following a series of “stonewalls” along the border.
… keep in mind that this investigation started just before the New York Times —or the El Paso Times— for that matter were willing to put SERIOUS reflectors that would show the world what was happening in Ciudad Juárez. By the time i contacted Dr. Staudt, a political science professor at the University of Texas in El Paso, i had already logged an incident of gentrification on the Mexican side involving the razing of a community known by the locals and in the pages of El Diario de La Federación as LOMAS DEL POLEO… some of the locals used to call that area, which happens to be situated on a plateau: La Palestina de Juárez. [Ciudad Juárez is sunk into a valley or a depression, Lomas de Poleo stretches West, away from the once rated “most violent city on earth” and into the Santa Teresa Industrial and Intermodal port of entry².
Fair use of FREE TRADE AGREEMENTS y uso justo de todos los medios, incluida la propaganda empresarial. Vía: Union Pacific http ://www .up .com /aboutup /community /community_ties /santa_teresa.htm
The Context involving a community grass-roots collective known as:
R E S I Ƨ T E.
… so, before i get to the RESIƧTE context, i need to patch this space with the rest of the very brief communication that i held with one of my Alma Mater professors.
In 1998, i finished my time in the U.S. Army. I wanted to be close to the people that i grew up with, and as luck would have it, most of those friends were still working at the maquiladoras in Ciudad Juárez, and so i chose El Paso Texas as the place to cash in my final U.S. Army travel pay. At that time i did not know yet, that i was going to be a disabled veteran. I got out of the army mid point into full retirement and with no job. I left the U.S. Army simply because i stopped supporting U.S. exceptionalism. That’s all. I did my time and that is more than the Donald Trumps and the silver spoons in politics ever did for the flag they so much love to defend.
All was well until the Twin Towers, The Pentagon and the United Airlines flight incidents happened. Yes these incidents were a terrorist act, but more than that, those incidents also allowed the Industrial-Military [and now it seems that even the Academic] complex to make a quick buck. So national security was vamped-up and terror threats began popping everywhere. This in turn changed —yet again— the landscapes of the international border crossing bridges. In the El Paso—Ciudad Juárez Borderplex [as the local chamber of commerce likes to call it] the vehicular crossing times extended from 10-15 minutes during non-peak periods to 3 to 4 hours on a steady basis. During holiday shopping season, those times could easily double. So i did the most sensible thing to mitigate that situation. I learned how to ride a motorcycle. Times again where reduced in accordance to the asshole to the new Border Protection Agent, at the gate. Time lapse could be 2 seconds, 20 minutes or [i’m not kidding] 2 hours if your wheels looked suspicious.
With a motorcycle came a new group of friends —hobbyist’s, you might say— and during the coverage of one of these gatherings i met what i thought at the time was the equivalent of an National Public Radio in Ciudad Juárez: Orbita 106.7 FM. This in turn [after a year or two] connected me with a local group of urban artists that where protesting not only the infamous Muertas de Juárez, right there in the middle of Felipe Calderon’s drug war, but also the ongoing gentrification and land grabs on both sides of the border.
And so this is how I met Gerardo Belmont and La Maldita Vecindad y los Hijos del Quinto Patio. [FAST-FORWARD to 2011 and this is the link to Televisa, Bernardo Gómez and the SIX-YEAR strategy of that political clique to RETURN the back then former 70-year ruling party into power… their strategy, i would argue was to dazzle the masses —i do believe— with media and spectacle, disguised as cultural events] Bernardo would need allies and Belmont in Ciudad Juárez [seems to have been the chosen one].
This is no improvisation, this are just notes that are being actualized: La nota se va a ir desarrollando durante el día durante la noche, ahorita son las 18:36 CET.
Golden nuggets desde Monterrey:
- Ortega A. M., en ¡
Ya me calló otra vez… ¡Ya me cayó el veinte! ; “Palabras de oro”. Vía: El Horizonte… la verdad como es. http ://elhorizonte .mx /opinion /arturo-ortega-moran /ya-me-cayo-el-veinte /12068 /palabras-de-oro - Community Ties. Vía Union Pacific Rail Road magazine. http ://www .up .com /aboutup /community /community_ties /santa_teresa .htm