What is this
. It turns "students into activists rather than learners" Well it's up to them what they want to be after they learn the complete history about what yall did. I cannot believe they get away with things like this. In Gujarat they've changed the syllabus to show the "positive" side to having Hitler in Germany. They're trying to harbour fascism and kill any resistance.
Mi ciudad, en su furia, en tiempos de llamas. Tegucigalpa, 2015. .
Looking through the archive I found the moment Wicho and I climbed on wire fencing to break away from the melee. From the vantage point we were witnessing the unthinkable: a police retreat! The anti-government protestors had pushed the security forces back against the presidential palace. For a wild second it seemed like the crowd was going to tear through the barricades. All those months of passive indignation and justified rage against criminals in banana republic regalia turned tangible: the presidential palace was going to be stormed. After all, Tegucigalpa is known for its routine coups (a common pun: Tegucigolpe (as in Golpe de Estado). Popular fury boiled into the atmosphere; this time it was undeniable.. Bandana masked civilian, balaclava wrapped policeman, all of us felt it alike.
. .But somehow they rallied. They pushed back exponentially and ratcheted their cruelty. The president's guard shot their grenades and pummeled the protestors they managed to snatch through their shield phalanx. They meant to punish those who forced a stumble. The expired Taiwanese tear gas pouring down made our maskless and helmetless asses get caught by the avalanching police line. The air was heavy with rocks, metal and clubs. I caught a gas shell on the foot, Wicho damn near dragged me out the fray. The protestors scattered into a stampede away from the palace. The vengeful crash of black shields and black camo let loose in chase. We hid in a parking lot, blinded, breathless and hobbling. We heard straggler protestors arrested amid howls of klaxons. .
After that night the criminalization of protests began eventually making any kind of public protest an act of terrorism. I don't know if Honduran society— browbeaten as it is now—can muster another such push against the mobster authoritarians. But, goddamn, for that one fleeting manic instance it felt like the people would not be contained.