every entrance to the zocalo in oaxaca city is barricaded by the police
equipped in riot gear.
colonial walls and arches are painted in a patch work to cover all the
graffiti from the APPO occupation.
i can almost hear their words for justice echoing but it is not true all
that echos is an orchestra playing european christmas music.
thousands of pointsetias are planted in the ground for capitol comfort.
it reminds me of the blood that shed on this ground.
90 died to assure THIS `order´.
all i see are wealthy people at bourgie cafes.
buses and trucks full of police drive through the streets.
the police march through the zocalo.
five indigenous women are violently harassed by these protectors of civil
order.
the police try to take the money the women made from their artesian work.
the police grab one of the women.
someone approaches this oppressive racist-classist scene,
while two video cameras follow.
the police walk away.
an indigenous reality.
a fountain is restored, running water over the graffitied words fuera uro.
like the revolutionary actions that took place here,
the impact is still resonating, it can still be seen.
the peoples movement is alive and severely oppressed.
