ayer hizo 34 años de la segunda muerte masiva de norteamericanos despues del 911, en el ultimo medio siglo. el 18 de noviembre de 1978, 918 norteamericanos optaron por tomarse un koolaid con cianuro de potasio y largarse de este mundo en un monte de guyana. jim jones, su guia espiritual, los sedujo en un proyecto agricola y fundaron un pueblecito lejos de la corrupta y brutal sociedad capitalista, sembrando y comiendo platano y lechuga con pescado, cuidados por un peloton de delincuentes con ak47, los custodios del pastor jones. si se repasa el grado de educacion y la conducta social de esta microbrigada socialista se comprende todo. casi 300 eran niños y los adultos subsistian enajenados en droga, ignorancia y dependencia religiosa. el 85% eran minorias etnicas: negros e hispanos. los blancos, white trash. entonces se escaparon algunos para denunciar algunas irregularidades, como violaciones sexuales y tortura. una comitiva de periodistas y camarografos con un congresista a la cabeza se persono en jonestown -que asi se llamaba el campamento- y cuando llego todo estaba muy bonito: girnaldas, banda de musica, coro infantil y mujeres con bandejas de frutas. terminada la visita salio un grupito que se quiso ir con los visitantes. jim jones lo tuvo que aceptar. en el terraplen que usaban como pista de aterrizaje los secuaces de jones ametrallaron a todos los salientes, incluyendo la prensa y el politico, al subir a la avioneta. algunos sobrevivientes, a traves de la jungla llegaron a la civilizacion, dieron parte del hecho y cuando las autoridades volaron al sitio desde el aire vieron a todo el personal de jonestown apareado como durmiendo, junto a su lider. el suicidio colectivo paso a guinness, novela, juego de video, pelicula y docudrama por tv, como todo escandalo del american way of life. ahora, lo de jonestown lo entiendo; lo de castrotown no. los hermanos castro, otros guias espirituales, llevan a millones de personas -no cientos- profesionales, artistas, soldados, obreros, intelectuales y deportistas, a un proyecto agricola parecido, incluso con intercambio mercantil entre ellos. tambien separado de la maldad exterior e igualmente con vigias armados. y todos los dias alli adentro se disparan matarratas a sorbos, como mi hermano que murio al cumplir los 50. parece que hay cierto grado de morbo en esa relacion pastor-oveja entre los seres humanos. pero lo mas triste es que los turistas van a castrotown a disfrutar de la danza del koolaid cubano. recibidos con girnaldas, banda de musica, coro infantil y mujeres con bandejas de frutas. pero jim jones fue mas cinico, sobre su silla puso ese famoso letrero:
aquellos que no recuerden la historia estan condenados a repetirla.
©varela
yesterday was 34 years of american's second mass death since 911, in the lat haf century. on november 18, 1978, 918 americans opted to make a koolaid with potassium cyanide and get the hell of this world on a mount of guyana. jim jones, his spiritual guide, seduced them in a agricultural project and founded a village away from the corrupt and brutal capitalist society, sowing and eating banana and lettuce with fish, cared for by a platoon of offenders with ak47, the custodians of pastor jones. if we reviewed on the degree of education and the social behavior of this socialist brigade, we understand everything. nearly 300 were children and adults subsisted disposed in drugs, ignorance and religious dependency. 85% were ethnic minorities: blacks and hispanics. whites, white trash. some of then escaped to denounce certain irregularities, such as rape and torture. a convoy of journalists and cameramen with a congressman arrived in jonestown -as was called the camp- and when they get there everything was pretty good: folk, music band, children's choir and women with trays of fruits. after the visit came out a little group that wanted to go with the visitors. jim jones had to accept. on the embankment used as runway henchmen of jones strafed at all outgoing people, including the press and the politician, when boarding the plane. the survivors, through the jungle came to civilization, gave part of the fact and when authorities flew to the site from the air they sawa all personnel of jonestown paired as sleeping, along with their leader. the collective suicide went to guinness, novel, video game, film and docudrama on tv, as all scandal of the american way of life. now, i understand jonestown; castrotown don't. the castro brothers, another spirituals guides, led to millions of people -not hundreds- professionals, artists, soldiers, workers, intellectuals and athletes, to an agricultural project, even with market ex-change among them. also separate from foreign evil and also with armed sentries. and every day inside there they soar sips of rat poison, as my brother who died on reaching 50. it seems that theres is some degree of curiosity in that sheep-shepherd relationship between human beings. but the most sad is that tourists go to castrotown to enjoy the cuban koolaid dance. they are received with folk, music band, children's choir and women with trays of fruits. but jim jones was more cynical, over his chair put that famous sign: those who do not remember history are doomed to repeat it.©varela
