"Ollin Alexis now takes on a name and face for the brutality of those who don't know how to govern without intimidating, repressing, raping, imprisoning, assassinating."
By Subcomandante Marcos
The Other Mexico City
June 9, 2006
Zapatista Army of National Liberation.
June 7, 2006
To the family of Ollin Alexis Benhumea Hernández:
We learned of it in the mid-morning. We knew then that, after more than a month in the determined trench of strength that Alexis fought from, the assassination begun on the morning of May 4 had come to its completion.
The Benhumea Hernández family mourns their son and brother.
Photo: D.R. 2006 Erwin Slim
The Mexican government assassinated a young man. Ollin Alexis, his name; of the last names Benhumea Hernández. It took more than thirty days to kill his life. It was a work of death, with which the government kills, this young compañero died in the pre-dawn hours.
When the system collects its cruel bill with the life of a youth like Ollin Alexis, the death seems like an absurd interruption, like something senseless and out of place in the middle of the road, blocking it irredeemably.
Two decades of life cut short, taken by a grenade… from a weapon… from a police officer… from a government… from a system.
Barely an hour beforehand, among those up there above where they fight with each other to make the booty of our Homeland theirs, one had promised the mortal fate of Alexis to all the young people of Mexico… along with better salaries and alibis for the assassins.
Another forgot to offer the enthusiastic applause that he gave when the streets of Atenco ran with fresh blood and Alexis agonized without being able to receive the medical attention that would have saved his life.
Another ratified the complicit silence.
And up there, above, they barely battle some stupidities and say that they debate ideas.
Photo: D.R. 2006 Erwin Slim
“After all is said and done,” they think there on high, “who cares about a youth below and to the left?”
And we respond:
It matters to us.
His death matters and his life matters.
And, carefully, in pain, from his death we make a note in the long list of things to be done that we will have to collect on someday. From his life and from his political position we add that decision that we have taken on.
The Mexican government killed Ollin Alexis. It began to kill him in the morning of May 4 and ended up assassinating him on June 7 of the same year.
It assassinated him because it was afraid, because his solidarity and presence in San Salvador Atenco, on May 4, 2006, put their legality, institutions, foreign investiments, “Law and Order,” good manners, peace, tranquility, and stability at risk. Ollin Alexis Benhumea Hernández, UNAM student, was a threat and that’s why they eliminated him. His youth was a threat. Today the stock markets and flow of investments and the presidential campaigns and the governments of Fox and of the State of Mexico and of the town of Texcoco and the PAN and the PRI and the PRD can rest easy because Ollin Alexis is dead. Those who assassinated him receive decorations, awards, congratulations.
“Order! An Iron Fist!” bark those who own everything and the hunting dogs obey them.
They were afraid of this and so they killed this: 20 years of fresh existence, a university student with two simultaneous professional majors (economy and mathematics), an artist with ten years of study in dance, with a passion for history and for the commitment of those from below, another youth of La Otra.
There is the photo of Ollin Alexis on Zapatista lands; on his feet, uplifted, behind Comandante Gustavo (in one of the preparation meetings of La Otra?), caring, looking, learning with us.
Unknown to many, Ollin Alexis now takes on a name and face for the brutality of those who don’t know how to govern without intimidating, repressing, raping, imprisoning, assassinating.
This is what this government offers: a killing death for the youth.
And now we are learning to conjugate his name in death, when we wanted and want to name him in life.
A young woman, co-disciple of Alex and of all of us who are in the big school of La Otra, wrote him a few days ago with the hope that he would recover and return to the struggle in a world where life is unjust. “It will stop being like this because of us,” she wrote in her letter.
It’s true that Alexis already could not read these lines, but it is also true that the commitment of many men and women is reflected in those lines:
That Alexis does not lie alone in the night, that he doesn’t confront the darkness of the earth alone.
That the collective voice that, with him, we are building to break the silence, creates the lightning bolt that, like a tree of light, rises up, grows, advances.
What can we say to you who knew him all his life, who are pained by his death like no one else?
What will we miss? We will miss it but never like you.
Alexis is no longer with you but we, La Otra, that we are, will be.
According to our way of looking at things, Alexis is not alone, and also, above, you are not alone.
That’s why I ask you to accept the embrace that, collectively, the Zapatistas offer you, that you receive the salute of our silence as it is, which is shared pain and rage.
With that indignation we will raise our heads together toward those above that kill us with the killing death, with disrespect and a void. On our feet we defy them and we say:
What can you do, damn you, against the air?
What can you do, damn you, against
all that blooms and surges and falls silent and looks
and you are waiting for me to judge you?
(Pablo Neruda, General Song)
With life, with dignity, with memory, we rise up, defy them. They will not have nor peace nor tranquility.
Vale. Health and rage that brings tomorrows,
From the Other Mexico City,
Subcomandante Insurgente Marcos
Mexico, June of 2006.