Category Archives: Honduras

Tegucigalpa, City of Fury

photo: Glen Hartjes

photo: Glen Hartjes

Tegucigalpa, City of Furyespañol

By Allan McDonald

Translation: Machetera

Sunrise.

I’ve gone through my memories with a firm step and stopped at history’s corner, under the olive-green traffic light, so that the rush of military tanks might pass.  And so, I’ve remembered my childhood of lost lights, when I played in that garden of dissected flowers, under the incandescent light of God’s eyes, and I’ve begun to see my plastic dolls, that came in the Corn Flakes cereal boxes in that unfashionable time, when playing with little soldiers was the joy of life.  Today, seeing them for real is life’s anguish, the horror of their dreadful devastating eyes, their breasts encased in metal shells, like mythological animals of a Neolithic era already passed over by end times’ paleontologists.

The city of Tegucigalpa is a concentration camp, a city mined by hatred, a large village tangled in the boots that destroy the greening of hope with every step, teaching that it must never grow again.  Still, the flower of resistance sprouts from the asphalt of their twisted steps.

On every sidewalk, every street, every alley, the force of struggle against this metal monster is on stampede, shining in the shirts of the misery of this Honduras; hatred and utopia reside in every weapon, the body of crime in every green shirt, tears of love in every eye in order to rescue the country from the fake orangutans from a phosphorescent forest of inglorious political fireflies.

The traffic light turns red; now it’s time to detain the rotten iron caravans and to stop the dinosaurs from history’s rubbish heap; now it’s time to switch on that dignified red light that will put an end to the fury unleashed by this metallic stable that smashes the hope which according to them exists because they are convinced that the whole country can be summed up in an M-16.

My plastic dolls have fallen in the garden, lost among the piles of leaves and winter’s dry swirling litter.  I run to where my father is, so that he might help me.  They are my only toys, and the old man, who is reading a novela by Honoré de Balzac, whispers in my ear, slowly, like a secret from a state without a president: “Leave them there, because the plastic may melt with the morning sun.”

Sunrise.

Allan McDonald and Machetera are members of Tlaxcala, the network of translators for linguistic diversity. This translation may be reprinted as long as the content remains unaltered, and the source, author, and translator are cited.

Armando Valladares and the “Axle of Evil”

AxleReadyToPullGolly, look at the time.  It’s mid-September already and everybody’s handing out prizes.

The blocked Cuban blogger and her frightful husband Reinaldo Escobar are handing out NED Polish funded laptops in their first annual Eeyore Awards (don’t apply unless you’re a Cuban who only writes about Cuba as a dark and gloomy place); M.H. Lagarde and his illustrious jury are handing out smashed Juanes cds and U.S. Interests Section shortwave radios (batteries not included) for the best homophobic comments and unsigned death and torture threats, (among other things), so now it’s Machetera’s turn.

But before describing the prize, let’s announce September’s prizewinner, because really you just cannot make these things up, and Armando Valladares has been waiting awhile.

Not long after Machetera and Revolter published their exposé about just exactly what Otto Reich and his protegé, Robert Carmona-Borjas, have been working on in Honduras over the last couple of years, Machetera received the first of a chain of ongoing spams from Valladares.  The spams were sent from the same people who were for awhile emailing Machetera several times a day asking her if she would like to download some kind of Michael Jackson clipart, proving a) the spammer chosen by Valladares is relatively agnostic about his clients and b) Valladares is equally agnostic about the reprehensible practice of spamming.

Valladares, in case you do not know, is the mad (and I mean mad) Cuban bomber who faked paralysis in order to gain worldwide sympathy for his release from prison in Cuba.  But don’t take Machetera’s word for it.  Look what Fidel told Ignacio Ramonet about him, in the book so beautifully translated by Andrew Hurley: Continue reading

Thought crime gestapo on the march in Mexico, Colombia and Honduras

See the man in the center of this picture?

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Note his weapon.  Yes, a purse.  His name is Miguel Angel Beltran Villegas.  He’s a Colombian sociologist and historian.  Just a little over three months ago, Felipe Calderon, acting on orders from his sith lord Alvaro Uribe, sent his immigration goons to UNAM where Beltran was a visiting scholar, to grab him and deport him to Colombia where he was thrown in a maximum security prison with truly violent offenders.  (Just like the U.S. has done with the Cuban Five.)

Then, Uribe’s judges lied about it, claiming Beltran was apprehended in Colombia, not Mexico.  What idiots.  Do we have photos?  Why yes, we do.  Here are the photos of this dangerous sociologist/historian being carted away by Mexican police. Continue reading

The high price of U.S. puppetry

Remember Manuel Noriega, our man in Panama?  Until he wasn’t?  Somebody else down south has similar reasons to worry.  Atilio Boron explains why.

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by Atilio Boron

Translation: David Brookbank for ALAI (Latin America in Movement)

August 26, 2009

The UNASUR summit in Bariloche, Argentina will have to face two grave problems weighing heavily on Latin America: the military coup in Honduras and the militarization of the region as a result of the installation of not one but seven U.S. military bases in Colombia.

Regarding the first problem, UNASUR ought to demand consistency from Barack Obama in his statements of support for a new era of inter-American relations.  As has been pointed out on numerous occasions, the coup is a trial balloon intended to test the reactions of the peoples and governments of the region.  And that it happened in Honduras is precisely because that is the country most intensely subjected to the ideological influence and political dominance of Washington. Continue reading

Pedro Magdiel Muñoz Salvador’s via dolorosa

This is another part of Dick Emanuelsson’s piece on Israeli commandos working as military advisers in Honduras.

The Magdiel Case

By Dick Emanuelsson

Translation: Machetera

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A photo published on page 62 of the La Tribuna newspaper published in Tegucigalpa shows a soldier dressed in olive green camouflage and a military helmet, dragging Magdiel.

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One important detail is that the firearm he is carrying in his right hand is similar to an M16 but smaller.  This kind of firearm is only used by members of the Armed Forces, specifically the Army.

Relatives in Tegucigalpa were able to easily identify Magdiel when they saw the photo in La Tribuna of his capture, by his clothing and his face.  At the same time the news was coming out on the radio about the dead man found in El Paraíso and through the descriptions they knew immediately that it had to do with a member of their family. Continue reading

Israeli commandos in Honduras

UPDATE: Machetera was provided with a transcript of this interview for translation and had difficulties downloading the audio.  A Tlaxcala colleague who was able to listen to the audio provided a missing piece and a correction, indicated in green, below.  Regarding the proof, please see this story published last spring in La Jornada (don’t worry, it’s in English, thanks to yours truly) and then ask yourself what the chances are that Andrés Pavón and Dick Emanuelsson are making the whole thing up.

Interview with René Andrés Pavón, President of the Honduran Human Rights Commission (CODEH)

Israeli Commandos with Experience in Palestine and Colombia are Training the Honduran Armed Forces

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Translation: Machetera

There are paramilitary structures that are working in coordination with the armed forces, says the undisputed leader of the human rights struggle in Honduras, Andrés Pavón, in regard to the latest casualty of the dictatorship of the Honduran putschists.

It’s not that strange.  The main professors of state terrorism come from the Zionist state in order to teach their methods of death, intelligence and terror, and they know how to sustain a state against a population that is fighting for its constitutional rights or recognition.  Or, as in Honduras’s case, for the re-establishment of democracy.  The interview with Andrés Pavon follows and can also be heard here. Continue reading

Waiting for a new Honduras

If Machetera weren’t so lazy, or if perhaps she had a bit more of the self-promotional instinct, she’d be a little more prompt in publishing the translations she does for Tlaxcala.  (And then you could find them here because you’d need a virtual Rosetta Stone to find them there – redesign on the way!)

Anyway, last Sunday, Tlaxcala published her English translation of a piece by Tlaxcala‘s newest member, the immensely talented Honduran cartoonist Allan McDonald. McDonald also produced a wicked cartoon of Otto Reich that Machetera inserted here (scroll down a bit).

His piece, dedicated to his little girl, Abril, is about Ramon Custodio, the man who was once a voice for the dispossessed in Honduras but not any longer.  And while Machetera was slacking on the posting, another translation materialized.  Machetera is not saying hers is better.  Just different.  So here you go. If you prefer to read it in French, Tlaxcala has it here.

auteur_1562Honduras: The Rubber Man

for Abril

By Allan McDonald

Translation: Machetera

Long ago, when life was not fashionable and the world was a pathway of brownish stones, in the years of the olive green jeep, of scrabbling for candy, of the Alliance for Progress, that came disguised as powdered milk for the poor children at my school, it was the fabulous ‘80’s, when I came out of my house to fly kites against the wind unleashed by the sky and listened to the old people talking about a man named Custodio, a man of steel, forged in the heroism of openly accusing the military and being a defender, a handkerchief for the tears of wounded democracy in that green era. Continue reading