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Independence for Whom? Shee-Lilly#6
Either EVERYONE matters, or no one does.
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For this episode of Shee-Lilly, Cindy and Dakotah compare and contrast the U.S. revolution, Bolivarian Revolution and Cuban Revolution and which ones helped, or hurt, regular people.
Both Cindy and Dakotah have extensive experience, real and intellectual, about these subjects and this is one of the best discussions you can hear on the topic.
Cindy and Dakotah obviously care about workers and oppressed people around the world and, following in the legacy of revolutionary leaders, wish to free all oppressed peoples and build a world where citizens can be connected to their “leaders” in positive and constructive ways: Indeed BECOME the leaders we have been waiting for!
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United Fruit Company by Pablo Neruda
When the trumpet sounded, it was
all prepared on the earth,
the Jehovah parcelled out the earth
to Coca-Cola, Inc., Anaconda,
Ford Motors, and other entities:
The Fruit Company, Inc.
reserved for itself the most succulent,
the central coast of my own land,
the delicate waist of America.
It rechristened its territories
as the ‘Banana Republics’
and over the sleeping dead,
over the restless heroes
who brought about the greatness,
the liberty and the flags,
it established the comic opera:
abolished the independencies,
presented crowns of Caesar,
unsheathed envy, attracted
the dictatorship of the flies,
Trujillo flies, Tacho flies,
Carias flies, Martines flies,
Ubico flies, damp flies
of modest blood and marmalade,
drunken flies who zoom
over the ordinary graves,
circus flies, wise flies
well trained in tyranny.
Among the blood-thirsty flies
the Fruit Company lands its ships,
taking off the coffee and the fruit;
the treasure of our submerged
territories flow as though
on plates into the ships.
Meanwhile Indians are falling
into the sugared chasms
of the harbours, wrapped
for burial in the midst of the dawn:
a body rolls, a thing
that has no name, a fallen cipher,
a cluster of dead fruit
thrown down on the dump.
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