[On the day the State of Georgia murdered Troy Davis, and the first Black President kept silent and did nothing, protests occurred all over the world. Even in a remote village in Nepal, the word was heard about this outrageous criminal act of state violence. A young Nepali Maoist, Uday Magar from Thewang in Rolpa, the village where the Nepali people’s war began, is among those who advocate for the continuation of the Nepalese revolution. He wrote a statement on the lynching of Troy Davis in the United States. We thank the blog Winter Has Its End for bringing this to our attention. — Frontlines ed.]
by Uday Magar
We are shocked by this brutal act of America. We can prove that it is America who is guilty of murdering our friend, TROY DAVIS.
The question is: who is going to punish the murderer? The answer is: US.
A part of America is occupied by machines that reject love and justice. Even after it was proven that TROY DAVIS is an innocent man, he was inhumanly murdered. It’s crystal clear that America cruelly kills every hope that is likely to oppose it. It mercilessy murders the minds that show signs of opposition to its plans.
We are one with the big part of America that favours a society free of domination and discrimination in the name of race,color, caste, and class.
We are one Troy Davis who has bee murdered. We are all Troy Davis, and we will not die silently, but instead struggle strongly to establish the only nation in our imagination – A NATION OF WORKERS
[This is the latest dispatch from Nepal by the eyewitness journalists of the Winter Has Its End blog. This stirring account brings special insights into the revolutionary cultural spirit and Maoist political education at the juncture of defiant revolutionary struggle against those who would defeat the revolution from within. — Frontlines ed.]
by Liam Wright
“She sang, ‘We cannot surrender. We cannot become traitors; we cannot kill our own dreams. We cannot give our arms to the enemy. We cannot betray the revolution.’”
Defiantly opposing plans to disarm and surrender the revolution. photo credit: Eric Ribellarsi
I lifted my eyes as I wiped a streak of sweat from my face. The place was packed. About a thousand people crammed into a theater meant to hold nine hundred. The center aisle was filled with people perched on impromptu seats all the way to the back row. Some stood peering through the entryway. Up top, the balcony was filled to the brim as well. And… it was hot.
We had traveled overnight out of the mountains, on an eleven hour bus ride to get to Butwal, a small city in the sweltering lowland Terai region of Nepal. This city is an historic spot. It is the place where the renowned Nepalese warriors, known as Gorkhas, defeated the British East India Company in 1816, maintaining Nepalese independence.
It seems only appropriate that we would come here, a place where Nepal had fought so decisively for sovereignty long ago, to see a performance organized by a section of the Maoist’s who want to fight to continue their revolution now. The performance, Samana or Resistance, we were told was, “both a call to the people and a warning to our leaders.” Continue reading →