Words of Anarchist Prisoner Aldo Hernández
March 16, 2023
Metal against metal, heavy blows at the entrance of the building where I slept with my beloved daughter and my brother that night. I reacted to their machine guns and the imminent violence to which we would be subjected by waking up my daughter, getting her dressed, and telling her that the police were coming for me. I managed to tell her that I loved her forever and ever, to be strong and calm. I stood in front of her in the face of their weapons and arrogance.
Damn cowards, they investigated me for more than a year, followed me, placed cameras, photographed me, listened to me… they were on my heels and preferred to expose a minor to the violent raid that we experiences that early morning of December 22, 2022. Despicable beings that only did not stop me before out of fear. They clearly knew that this individual would not receive them in a good way, on the contrary, with all the courage that those of us who carry the confrontation against power and its servants, that courage that runs through our veins, that the enemies will never be able to understand. They came to me in the pure style of the fascism of the D.I.N.A or the C.N.I. I cannot forgive much less forget that they subjected my daughter to a “subtle interrogation”. I hate them a little more every second. Remember that though today my body is imprisoned, my ideas and projects continue to travel illegally through the streets of this territory with the desire to concretize in action what I have reflected with different comrades, sisters and brothers.
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