Reflection on Honduras by Jesús de la Torre:
What is resistance? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself for a long time. As a student of migrations, I have seen first-hand how many people face the injustice of a migration system that divides, expels, imprisons, and kills. Faced with so much pain, so much suffering, some of us ask ourselves, how could this happen? Why? However, some other people, a special few for me, wonder: and me, how can I change it? These are the ones who resist, those who even in despair, never extinguish the flame that they can do something to change the situation. And that something happens not only because of oneself but because of the community. Today was a testimony of that.
Sisters Pat and Carol, telling their story in a house where even the animals found peace, have shown us the resilience of those who put intelligence, faith, and heart at the service of justice. In Chile, during the bloody dictatorship of Pinochet, they accompanied young people, workers and many others in a resistance that, in deafening silence, led the country to democracy. They organized secretly by word of mouth and, in a moment of outburst, bang! Hundreds of posters flying, messages for freedom resounding, and a society vibrating.
The same vibration brought by the strings of the guitars of the boys and girls of Macuelizo. Between Christmas carols interpreted by the children themselves and Christmas candies, there was an air full of conviction. Conviction on the part of the young people, who have found in art, music, and education a place full of joy and hope. But also conviction on the part of parents and authorities that there is a possibility to break the vicious circle of work in the coffee plantations where children should have only come to play.
But let us not be deceived. Resistance exists because there is a struggle against inequality, suffering, and injustice. If only someday people, no matter where they come from, would not have to resist! If only they did not have to fight for their dreams to be as valuable as those of any other human being. I pray that, someday, neither you nor I would be accomplices, but humble walkers with these communities towards the common good.