#Nunca mas

[te-de-mandarina]

(Encontré esto dando vueltas por twitter)

[notcrowleybutcouldbe]

No puedo creer que hayan ganado negacionistas de la dictadura, realmente tengo ganas de llorar

[lusidraws]

El 24 de marzo se conmemora el día nacional de la Memoria por la Verdad y la Justicia en Argentina por las víctimas de la última dictadura militar, una de las épocas más oscuras de nuestra historia.

En los años que duró esta dictadura 30 mil personas fueron desaparecidas, es por esto que decimos Nunca Más.

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On March 24, the national day of Remembrance for Truth and Justice is commemorated in Argentina for the victims of the last military dictatorship, one of the darkest times in our history.

In the years that this dictatorship lasted, 30 thousand people were disappeared, which is why we say Never Again.

[yourbestamericangirlk]

quería escribir algo emocionante e informativo sobre el 24M pero solo quiero decir: váyanse a la mierda los estadounidenses, los militares, La Libertad avanza y todo el que apoye/niegue la última dictadura en Argentina. #NuncaMas.

[manualamadrugada]

I still remember the story my dad told me, the one about my grand uncle. My grand uncle who was brave, who never backed away from a fight, who always yelled and protested and demanded for his and everyone else's rights. My grand uncle who was chased out of our country, out of his home, for standing up against the dictators. He didn't even get the chance to say goodbye, to tell his family that he was leaving, that he was safe. My family spent years looking for him, never knowing if the military had kidnapped him, if he was trapped in some dirty cell being tortured. If he was hungry, thirsty, cold, scared, alone, or even alive.

It wasn't until so many years later, when the military dictatorship was finally over, that they got answers. It was the day my great grandma was in her kitchen, cooking, just like every normal day. Until suddenly a man walked in, he was dirty, his clothes were torn and old, his face was covered in mud and he had a long and unkept beard. The man sat down on the table, as if he owned the place, and casually asked "hey, what's for lunch?". My great grandma, understandably, freaked out and started yelling and screaming that there was a thief. The man tried to calm her down, but the rest of my family stormed in and grabbed him, ready to kick him out. But they stopped when they heard the man yelling in desperation "Mom! Mom! It's me!" and that's when they noticed. Under that long unkept black hair and those tired and sunken eyes, was my grand uncle, alive.

My dad told me it was something he had never seen before, his entire family crying out of both relief that he was back, and anguish for all of the lost years. Hugging him, kissing him, asking him a thousand questions.

To the government, my great uncle never existed; and if he did, he's lying; a if he isn't, he deserved it.

My grand uncle lost years in his home and with his family, and he at least got the chance to come back. His family got the chance to have answers and closure.

Many others didn't.

I still remember the story my dad told me, the one about my grand uncle. Because I know that if forget it, it will happen again.

Never again.

[satorugojowidow]

Pablo Antonio Míguez was born in 1963 and disappeared in 1977. He was kidnapped along with his mother, Irma Beatriz Márquez Sayago. He was 14 years old. About his time in captivity “Pablo was an introverted, happy, intelligent boy. He had suffered a lot. When they were kidnapped, they took him to the clandestine center El Vesubio. They used it to get my parents to talk. They made him witness the torture and rape of his mother. And there a dilemma appeared in the military. Pablo was too small to kill, but too big to let go, he had already seen a lot.”

They then transferred Pablo to the Clandestine Detention Center that operated in what is now the former ESMA. That's when he crosses paths with journalist and survivor Lila Pastoriza. She was kidnapped between 1977 and 1978, and while they were together, Pablo told her part of his story and Pastoriza was in charge of spreading it.

“When he was at ESMA he was very skinny, with long hair, and a very sad face. By mid-1978 there are no more records of him,” says his brother Eduardo. “But they didn't break them. "They killed my parents at the end of '77. They were part of the death flights." Pablo's fate is not known, it is believed that it was the same as that of his mother. The location of the Parque de la Memoria work makes sense: it is in the Río de la Plata, where many of the victims of the last dictatorship were dumped, and where Pablo's mother was dumped, and, perhaps, he was too.

[lokidanger]

"Well there was only 8 thousand reports, not 30"

BITCH, MAYBE BECAUSE IT WAS THE POLICE WHO MADE YOU DISAPPEAR???. HAHAH, WHAT WERE YA GONNA DO??? "hey I wanna report that you stole my 14 year old son, but don't kidnap me."

God, it's been decades since the last dictatorship and Y'ALL KEEP BEING DUMB AS SHIT. Son dos dedos de frente LPM, usen la cabeza, pero la de arriba negacionistas de mierda.

EVEN THEN, Y'ALL SHOULD WORRY THAT THERE WAS EVEN VICTIMS OF THE DICTATORSHIP. Man, your priorities are fucked up.

I've known victims, I've known a montonero. He told me everything, to this day he can't even handle someone being ONE minute late because in HIS words "You were one minute late to a reunion and you were gone".

My grandparents always made a point to never forget our DNI's because "the police could just take you".

Idk about y'all, but no matter how many they were, that's enough of an impact.

[entresoliloquios]

Roberto Jorge Santoro (Buenos Aires, 1939) poeta, editor, periodista, cantante. Fue detenido el 1ro de junio de 1977 y aún permanece desaparecido. NUNCA MÁS

[sublecturas]

Nunca más

[moon-simmers]

March 24: National Day of Memory for truth and justice

Today is the day in Argentina to commemorate the victims of the last military dictatorship, self-styled "National Reorganization Process", which usurped the government of the Argentine national state between March 24, 1976 and December 10, 1983. The date highlights the importance of democratic continuity, which in 2023 will be 40 years old.

April 1977, when 14 women gathered for the first time in front of the Casa Rosada to demand information about their sons and daughters who had been kidnapped. They are remembered to this day as the Mothers and Grandmothers of Plaza de Mayo.

In times of cloth diapers, the mothers kept the ones their now disappeared children had worn and decided that they would wear them on their heads to recognize themselves in the crowd, becoming their national symbol.

With the restoration of democracy, in December 1983, President Raúl Alfonsín issued the Decree that would later trigger the well-known "THE JUNTAS TRIAL"

This was the first condemnation of State terrorism in Argentina, at the level of the Nuremberg trials, setting a precedent in the continent in view of the horrors experienced.

This is a recent history in the country, our FATHERS, MEN OF 60 YEARS OF AGE went through it, their generation includes the thousands of people who are with us and carry the physical and mental torture of what they suffered.

There are many movies that deal with the themes of these dates:

La noche de los lapices (1986)

La historia oficial (1985) (With an Oscar)

Buenos Aires viceversa (1996)

Argentina 1985 (2022) (With an Oscar nomination)

For those who are here and those who are no longer here, we ask for memory, truth and justice.

[badxriri]

No olvidamos, no perdonamos y no nos reconciliamos.

[lusidraws]

Concep art para el videojuego The Lost Land of Bahia Blanca sobre la dictadura militar en mi ciudad

[revolutionnaire-farouche]

I know this is a blog dedicated to Les Mis, but as Victor Hugo once said: "So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this."

Yesterday here in Argentina, as every year, we kept in our memory the victims of the last argentinian dictatorship, wrongfully called "Dirty War" in english speaking countries. There was not a war, dirty nor clean, and it's just a term to minimize the fact that, with the help of the US, the dictators participated in the killing/disappearance of 30.000 people.

They tortured, raped, stole the babies and killed anyone who they consider went against them, often also taking their friends and family. Some of the victims bodies were never recovered, and the culprits refuse to reveal some of their whereabouts.

This is part of the Plan Condor perpetuated by the US, that funded coups all over Latin America, with the excuse of "get rid of the communist threat". They taught the heads of the military of different countries how to chase, torture and kill political opponents, and the US was the first country to recognize these dictators as legitimate, as well as approving a loan to them the same day which left Argentina with a huge illegitimate debt.

A country without memory of its history is condemned to repeat it.

Nunca más.

[theginkosakata]

[casualword]

For Argentina today, March 24 is the day of Remembrance for truth and justice. Today we march for the 30,000 brothers and sisters who were disappeared by the military dictatorship.

Thousands of people were kidnapped, tortured and disappeared in clandestine detention centers. Hundreds of newborn babies were kidnapped and sold to families sympathetic to the dictatorship, and to this day they are still being searched for.

This 24th is especially sad because we have a government of deniers that supports the genocidaires, this government gives voice and entity to the horrible people who support the dictatorial regime because we must not forget that it was a civil-military dictatorship. And today, as in the 70s, mothers and grandmothers take to the streets to remember their children, look for their grandchildren and shout for justice.

WE ARE NOT AFRAID AND WE ARE GOING TO GO OUT TO THE STREETS TO SCREAM NEVER AGAIN. THEY ARE 30,000 AND THEY WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED.