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Have you heard of Carmen Aristegui?

14 Mar

Whoa! Two posts of the same category on a row! I’m on a roll, baby!

Errhem… Anyways, I don’t tend to do this, especially with such neglected category that is my HYHO posts archive, but this time it is a dire thing I must do, as I must inform the people around the world—preferably the ones who can understand English, that is—one big injustice that’s happening as of lately in Mexico.

Surely, some of you might have heard that Mexico’s not precisely the land of reporters and media. And you might have heard correctly. Mexico is more of a reporters’ cemetery than a paradise. The journalists in service of The State abound on radio and on TV, and they do receive more media coverage than the honest ones, which sadly tend to end in pits or hanging on our local bridges, luckily with their head still intact. Honest reporters in Mexico are scarce and most of them are now dead.

Most. But not all.

Who is Carmen Aristegui, you might ask. Well, she happens to be one of the very few Mexican voices who dare to raise her own to speak against the unfairness that’s slowly killing us in Mexico. She’s a well renowned reporter, with several accolades and the recognition not only by the sane side of the media, but of the Mexican people as well. In fact, when she appeared on the relatively unknown MVS Noticias, boom! Its ratings flew off the charts.

This is Aristegui’s power, and more than power, trust that we Mexicans have on her. It’s no mystery for some that she’s one of my role models and personal heroines.

You might say that I’m exaggerating, that she can’t be the all-around perfect reporter. Possibly; nobody’s perfect, that’s a fact, but so far she hasn’t made a mistake in her reports and hasn’t offended anybody unlike others. And also, if it weren’t because of her, we wouldn’t have discovered the PRI’s brothel management inside their very own party headquarters and the white house scandal, property of the First Lady herself. Thanks to her—and her team, of course, which includes Irving Huerta and Daniel Lizárraga, coordinators in the white house scandal investigation, because they’re the ones doing the dangerous stuff in the coverages, so they also do need an important mention,—we finally got the PRI cornered and with some questions to answer to the public. It was Aristegui the one who kept fighting despite the censorship that the previous big cheese in term, Felipe Calderón, imposed on her, and the one who’s still fighting to shed some light of truth on the Mexicans’ minds.

She’s been fighting for many years against the media censorship and the corruption. And she will keep fighting…despite the new censorship.

See, thing is that Aristegui was fired yesterday once she announced her partnership with MexicoLeaks, which is, like its inspirational parent, a Mexican WikiLeaks. It is a media partnership, organized by several reporting pages and groups that want to bring out public documents while protecting the identities of the denouncers. Technically, they won’t publish something that hasn’t been verified first, just like WikiLeaks, but it’s mostly for Mexican affairs, unlike the creation of Julian Assange.

Aristegui announced her affiliation, alongside that of her team, to this new portal and her involvement to the running of this project. She included MVS Noticias name too…but for not some shady reason, MVS didn’t want to be in the project. Why? Surely presidential pressure.

MVS Noticias not only denounced Aristegui for “affiliating” them to the project without their permission, but they also did fire her—her and her whole team—for, according to this, “abusing their trust”. Which, I am afraid, it’s Morse for “We were told by the big cheeses to end up with this madness”. In fact, and according to one rumor, Angélica Rivera, the Lady Cheese herself, even called Aristegui to tell her to stop this “child’s game”. How much truth it is, I am not sure. But we all Mexicans do know that her expulsion of MVS Noticias is not because of “trust” issues. Why? Well, the channel was with her the whole time; with the brothel scandal, with the white house scandal… Why the “trust” issue now? Obviously, this has “Government” written all over its face.

And indeed, this why most Mexicans are now pissed off.


Right after the news spread, people started rallying in front of the channel studios and started protesting in Aristegui’s defense. There’s now a popular hashtag going on—#EnDefensaDeAristegui—and people have showed their support for her everywhere, especially on the Internet, in where many people have started attacking MVS Noticias for this unusual move against her, and unfollowed several of its sites in protest to Aristegui’s dejection.

I am sharing the online petition to make her stay at MVS Noticias, as it now wants to reach 150,000 signatures to make it sound how much love Aristegui has received from the Mexicans.

If you’d like, I invite you to sign in favour of this honest and powerful woman not only for justice, but as a sign that maybe clarity’s finally bathing the people’s minds as of this Two Thousand century…

Who knows? Maybe the TV Media has some trustable microscopic places after all.


Thanks for reading!


Have you heard of José Manuel Mireles?

15 Feb

Well, it’s been a long time ever since I wrote an entry for my blog after all the school nightmare, but it’s been literally ages ever since I published another article of my “Have you heard of…?” series… Sounds like out of a Star Wars shtick, but that’s how the life rolls, baby.

Anyways, I expect that most of you were expecting something gushy or philosophical for this St. Valentine’s Day, or even one of those snarky semi sour rants that have become quite common too as of the wake of pessimism in this new century. Well, even though I have those of spare, I decided to go back to this once-common section of my blog and make something a bit more special for this St. Guy-who-got-beheaded-by-the-Roman-Empire’s Day.
Let’s talk about José Manuel Mireles, shall we?

Jose Manuel Mireles, jefe de las autodefensas de MIchoacan
Most of you might remember a previous post of mine in where I spoke of the Mexican Autodefensa movements that occurred mostly on the state of Michoacán. I even shared a link of a video about Dr. Mireles’ manipulaed commentaries in that very article, but I never delved into his persona and participation on the Auto Defensa movements. And I feel as if I sinned, as he was quite a leading figure of the whole events.

But now, in this St. Marry-soldiers-in-the-dark-a-lot’s Day, I decided to express love by raising awareness on this man. So yeah, I will celebrate this day by giving more media love to a man who was the big thing last year, and that today’s barely touched upon for many reasons.

But let’s talk about him first.

Jose Manuel Mireles, jefe de las autodefensas de MIchoacan
José Manuel Mireles is a michoacano doctor who just happened to get tired of the constant abuses done by the local narco terrorists in Michoacán, who happen to have an interesting name in here: Los caballeros templarios. Translated, The Knights Templars.

That’s right, folks. We’re talking about actual “Templars”. Yes. Kinda like the Assassin’s Creed templars. Go figure. Move along, kids. Too much Internet for today.

Not minding the lack of subtleness of their heinous crimes, these guys spread the terror on Michoacán, until finally the local guys got tired of their madness and decided to do something about it, as I explained it in my last article. José Manuel Mireles leaded one of the several groups, that did gain some terrain after a good while of battle, thus proving the actual corruption and incompetence inside the local police squads, and when the government saw that he was doing quite well his job, well, they gave him what the Mexican government’s good at giving to innocent civilians who’re actually doing their job…

A good time of prison!

I told myself I wouldn’t turn this entry into an Assassin’s Creed running gag thing, but it’s unavoidable…! Seriously! Templars! What the hell!

And so, Dr. Mireles has been on jail ever since last year and nothing new of his has been touched as of February 2015. However, I remembered him during one of my many random Internet treks, and I decided to write about him, just to give some actual love in this St. I-am-most-possibly-a-myth’s Day, and not fall into those two obnoxious categories that happen on this day: that one of the corny and hopelessly in love romantic-o-maniac, or that one of the sour and snarky single person I am.

Somebody…stop me…all the Assassin’s Creed references…are killing me…

I tend to be this last one, but I decided to make something productive in this day and thus spread the word of Dr. Mireles’ heroic deeds and actual initiative to solve his hometown’s problems. It is a Mexican quality that’s becoming rare nowdays; or better said, that’s being suppressed mostly because of the danger that our local government represents.

Usually, as in all the HYHO entries of this merry blog, I add a link that takes to a website that gathers signatures to help this certain activist or initiative. But because I was late to the party, and because it is obvious that the Mexican government will not just listen, I decided to simply limit myself to spreading the word and add this certain link that contains Mr. Mireles’ cell address, just in case if you want to send him a letter to cheer him up a bit.

Mind you, it is in Spanish. However, the address is recognizable, so don’t worry about not knowing that to do.

I hope I can write him too, as did the blogger in the link; I might not tell something significant or transcendental, but I sure would love to give this man some kind of brohug, so he can rest assured that most Mexicans, even though in hiding, are trying to do something for this country he sure loves a lot.

And so it is.
Happy St. Excuse-to-buy-chocolate’s Day!

Thanks for reading!

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…Alright, one last one for today. Happy St. Valentine’s Day, folks!

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Have you heard of Yakirí Rubí?

24 Dec

Fast post incoming!

It is no mystery that life can be a bitch sometimes. Actually, it being a bitch is an inherent feature and essential for human life. It’s hard to acknowledge it, I know, but it contains some dose of truth. It can show how resistant you are and shows the real faces of your surroundings. In the hardest situation, it is where you can meet the real face of people, be it with a great human quality, or a low quality of humanity.

I will tell you a tale, O Readers, and I beg to you to role play as the protagonist. Pretend you’re walking on the street, minding your own business, until suddenly a pair of rapists pop out from a van, kidnap you and sexually assault you. Naturally, you defend yourselves and don’t let them touch you. You beat them up, scratch them, and kick them, until the situation itself becomes so grim that it becomes clear that somebody won’t come out alive from here. The rapist got a knife on his hand and it’s raping you at the same time. The law of the jungle demands a life of one of you so the opponent can live and see a new sunrise. Wouldn’t you defend against this? I bet you would.

As expected, you defend yourself, use the knife against the aggressor and, in the act, kills him. You flee from the hotel to where they took you to—in where they, apparently, were familiar faces—and run to the closest policeman to denounce the crime. Minutes later, the brother of the fallen man appears and denounces you for killing his brother. You believe that, because everything was in self-defense and they had the guts to attack you first, they will jail the brother, right?

Oh, of course not, this is Mexico! It will be you the one paying for it. Why? Because life is a bitch.

Manifestación frente a las oficinas de la PGJDF,  a favor de la joven Yakiri quien de víctima pasó a victimaria, pues mató al sujeto que la quiso violar. FOTO: LUIS CARBAYO /CUARTOSCURO.COM

I just resumed the case of Yakirí Rubí, which is causing uproar in the social networks and it’s becoming a debate topic in many humanitarian groups which questions this: is it really a homicide case, and graver than her rape case, or is it actually a clear sign of a machismo case in Mexico?

I think you all know the answer. With the irregularities in the process against her, of course we know what’s going on. We, the Mexicans, are condemned to know the answer until there’s a real mental change in here.

I’ve been hearing of this case for a good while, and until now I decided to post it in response to a campaign to send letters to Yakirí as support. I sent her a poem, which I will post as well to reflect my indignation as a woman towards this sexist case, which is, sadly, an expected case in this country. To add salt to the injury, the media and culture rarely pay attention to the women’s violence situation. They make it think they’re in favour of them with their melodramas with female protagonists suffering in the hands of men, but it is actually a culture that foments this sexist lifestyle with their images of beaten women, with showing them as sex objects and selling an unrealistic image of the women life.

Liberen a mujer que defendió su vida durante una violación   #JUSTICIAPARAYAKI

If you would like to help Yakirí, please click on this image to redirect to a page to sign a petition, pleading justice for her.

Hits can be less severe than the depraved social acts towards the feminine sex…

Now, onto the poem:

The one in the well

Should the soil forget me,

don’t take away from me the wind.

Yet, should I feel the sky

run far away from me,

don’t steal the beautiful lights,

given to me by the shining stars.


If I forgot how to walk in peace,

don’t abandon me just like this.

Should you see my heart

beat as hard as ivory,

don’t forsake me in solitude,

and remind me the crimson

blood which should be

running fast inside of me.


Look how the fawn drinks.

Look at him follow his mother.

It’s not the perfumes or the roses

those elixirs that open

the love towards her fur

or the fact that he comes from her flesh.

Look at him, in love.

Look at him, lovingly.

Look at him, charmed at her trot

and her non blood drinking habits.

Such a good forest son,

following his good forest mother.


Should they throw me to a well,

not due to thirst of sweet water,

not needing to feel pleasure,

grow for me a long rose

and save me from this pit,

in where the salty waters

freeze my rosy veins.


With the stem, save me sweetingly.

Just don’t throw me thorns.

Call my name, don’t be afraid,

yet don’t cut from me my life

with the thorns of the stem

which should bring me to the day,

waiting behind the cherry tree,

up above the mounts,

my most glorious return.

If you’re surrounded

by thousands of fragrant roses,

is it not to give life?

The pit in here is awful.

Don’t open me more wounds.

I know how to scream, don’t torture me

as I am a child too,

your sister and cousin as well,

from the brown beloved eagle.


Cry. Cry. Cry. Drink.

Salt doesn’t taste like your wheat.

You want to drown me with salt,

from the very salt I’ve fallen to.

They wanted to give me salt,

which I never asked for or wanted,

Drink from the well with me.

No fawn ever drinks in here,

as this is pit is actually a gate

of an inferred hell.

No fawn should be down here,

neither grandchild or proper seed.

They threw me in scared,

they confounded with salt the wheat.


You, my brother, my pal,

don’t forsake me any longer.

My lips are dry,

they wouldn’t tolerate the drops

of water or blood that I’ve drunk,

according to the gossipy gulls.


I’m stepping over cold stone,

surrounded by muddy water.

My mouth doesn’t accept this liquid,

but the one leaking

from my tired eyes,

allergic to the thorns.


You speak with this spleen.

This shame, so null.

A fawn looks for a father.

And yet only finds himself with mules.


You don’t drink from this reflection,

offered to you by the swift current.

That’s why you don’t drink this sweet

water. You just eat thorns.

A salty storm

longed to throw me to the emptiness.

A storm I tamed,

I did not let it tame my verve.

I saw a spiral on my way to the well,

and now for a life rose I ask for

to walk outside and become a child

and sister of the fawn.

Just because you smelled my fragrance

from my torn dress,

confounding faraway salt

with the wheat and olive,

you think of me as an any stone,

lacking thousands of whispers.


Should the soil forget me,

don’t take away from me the wind.

Yet, should I feel the sky

run far away from me,

don’t steal the beautiful lights,

given to me by the shining stars.

Let me scream for help.

Let me fiercely roar.

Should you move the soil…

Should you steal the air…

Should you not give me my reflection

in the mountain rivers…

You, heed to me, it is not my rose bloom

an edible one to chew.

It is no perfume to men.

It is no essence of the beasts.

The well has frozen my hands,

yet not my powerful head.

I shall break the storms,

I shall return to the heavens,

with such might I shall do,

that I won’t lose their sight again.


Thanks a bunch for reading!


Have you heard of Presumed Guilty and Leaving Fear Behind?

11 Dec

I’ve forgotten when was the last time I watched a movie in the theater. I seriously don’t remember when was it. And certainly I am not in the mood to return to the cinema. I am a tad disappointed with it. Or better said, with Hollywood—I am disappointed with it. Its huge movies, its huge special effects, its epic sceneries… Yup, believe it or not, I no longer like them that much. I find now my little pleasures with indie movies, foreign movies, who know that they mustn’t impress to win movie—actually, you could say they’re rather aware they won’t even win that much—, because they’re doing it for the art. I am not saying I don’t like all Hollywood movies, I am just saying that they no longer seem movies for me, but rather they’re merchandise, as in The Hunger Games franchise, which, according to this, got a message and stuff, but which seems to me as a marketing tool and a movie with rather shallow ends (and I know I am getting in trouble for commenting that I don’t think The Hunger Games are cool, but I would like to explain this in the future if it is no problem, because the topic in question right now it’s a completely different one; I just beg you: don’t kill me for the moment, please?).

…Is that a no?

          But I won’t be unfair and a generalizing person: it’s the same gist with the cinema around the world, which also seek to get money over making art. Mexico’s one of them, with films such as Nosotros los Nobles, Salvando al Soldado Pérez, the remake of Hasta el Viento Tiene Miedo…and other comercial jewels that don’t exactly offer lots of artistic or humanistic intentions. It’s proper of this century that there’s a loss of aesthetic tastes and the indoctrination of entertaining pleasures which don’t seek precisely to bring some benefit for the spirit or to bring a critical analysis of society.

          However, everytime there’s art house films or, overall, a very worthwhile film, be it from Hollywood or Mexican or Iranian or French or British or Brazilian, etcetera, I try to watch it to support the industry. A tiny action to do, of course, but I believe this is better than nothing, huh? Even better if said films truly want to help people—films that want to give to the public not just entertainment or life splendor caught with a reel—. Wouldn’t be the same thing, of course, but that’s why there are documentaries that can home these activism intentions. I tend to be open to a well-intentioned documentary with a critical analysis for sake of everybody.

          However, that’s just me. It will always be different with the targets of the criticism.


          I would like to talk today about two curious cases, both from documentaries. First, we have Presunto Culpable (Spanish for Presumed Guilty), whose director, Roberto Hernández, has been already a target of numerous death threats and has received numerous lawsuits against him for showing the faces of the people in his film and which are, according to him, actual retaliations in disguise for showing the awful justice system in Mexico. Presunto Culpable deals with a, precisely, presumed guilty inmate who, with the progression of the film, reveals to be innocent of the charges against him with the exposition of proof of his innocence and which exhibits the corruption and negligence of this system, with names and faces shown along the way, of course.

          The second case in question is Leaving Fear Behind, by Dhondup Wangchen. Just as the first example, this documentary shows the abuses done by the Chinese government to the Tibetans through several interviews done to them, in where they express their opinion towards the Beijing Olympic Games (which were being held in that year), towards several politic topics, towards the Tibetan identity and towards the Dalai Lama. Wangchen, alongside his companion, were arrested shortly after the wrap up of the filming of this 25 minute documentary, yet the interviews were taken out from the country and arrived safely in the foreign countries. Wangchen’s wife has asked for help as now his husband is not receiving medical attention in the terrible conditions he’s kept in prison.

          Both cases end in a similar note: both directors became enemies of the government in charge. Hernández’s case ended in a relatively good tone, in where he didn’t get any more charges against him because… Well, the movie was exhibited already years ago. How can you make the people unsee it? Quite impossible, if you ask me.

What has been seen cannot be unseen, sadly. Were that to be the case, I would immediately cleanse my mind from all the TV junk I absorbed in my puberty. All that awkward anime stuff I watched would be the first thing to go away, for example!

What has been seen cannot be unseen, sadly. Were that to be the case, I would immediately cleanse my mind from all the TV junk I absorbed in my puberty. All that awkward anime stuff I watched would be the first thing to go away, for example!

They didn’t bother him any longer… Ok, maybe later when he recorded some interesting videos in his cellphone, but that’s so far the last I’ve heard of him.

Wangchen, on the other hand, is still behind bars. Who would have said that his 25 minute documentary, which only recorded frustrated people, would be a bitter soup for the Chinese authorities. I, honestly, didn’t know of his case until two days ago, when they sent me a plea to sign to release him, which I will post in the end. And, after investigating his situation and watching his film, his case reminded me of that of Hernández’s, as he became rather famous again last months in a reopening of his film case (it was shown in 2011, and although it received lawsuits in that time, they opened it again in these months).

          As for me, I will just give my comment and point out how censorship is becoming one of the favourite toys of the leaders around the globe today. Censorship is becoming one of the landmark concepts of these 2000s, yet it is at the same time a sign that the people always had the power in all this time and that a change is nigh if the people get together and decide for it. Censorship’s a crack on the wall that shows the monster, but whose tentacles can grasp you if you’re not careful.

See the devilish imp shape? It cracks me up everytime I think about it! Hah! Get it…? No…? Oh, ok…

          Both of these censorship cases are rather complex and I would rather not give an opinion this easily without regretting it later. However, I would like to mention the right of freedom of expression, especially if it is for sake of a group. Hernández wanted to show the failures of our system to let there be no longer an excuse of negligence and to claim for a better system. Wangchen, as he himself mentions it in his film, wants to portray the frustration of his people and to reveal to the world the injustices in the Tibet. Both directors don’t seek to harm, but to help. And that’s, in my opinion, what matters, what must be appreciated, what must be taken into consideration.

          It just cringes me to think that there are people who don’t think this way and who would not like a cleaner world in their surroundings, and this is only achieved by oppression and censorship. Curious thing: they would live better if they could just look through the simplicity eye and if they could really meet the people they’re in charge of. If they could just know them, they would fall in love with them and would even do all means necessary to protect them. And they would see that these films help them, even their children.

If you want to sign up to demand the freedom of Wangchen, please click here. It will take you right away to the Amnesty International’s petition page.

          Thanks a bunch for reading! Also, if you want to watch both films, here ya go!

*All the images redirect to their original site; the ones not doing it are screenshots taken by me.


Have you heard of Mario González?

16 Nov

Life isn’t fair many times. Especially if you’re fighting to make it fair. There are odds that, possibly, that fight will end up against you. Still, human beings struggle for their goals and tend to never give up, depending on the strength of their spirit. This was the case of Alberto Patishtán, of whom I’ve spoken many times in the past, and it seems it is now the case of a new political prisoner who was just recently incarcerated for no reason at all.

His name is Mario González.

I will summarize it because it’s a recent event and I don’t have lots of info outside of what I’ve readed and understood. It all began in October 2nd, in this very year. Or better said, a little before than that: he was a known activist that would protest in front of the UNAM (Mexico’s Autonomous National University) and would, naturally, anger the rector and the people receiving pressure from the student marches that erupted in the past year. Anyways, returning on the October day… He was, alongside other youngsters, on a bus, on its way around Mexico’s City downtown. Suddenly, a bunch of cops raided in, beat everybody up inside with the excuse of an “inspection”, and arrested many of the passengers, accusing them of “disrupting peace” as they were the usual “f***ing anarchist thrashers” from these days; the ones attending the recent raids and marches against the government.

Just like with Patishtán, they were held against their will for many hours, charged them, they had no right to have a lawyer and were forced to pay their bail to walk outside the prison despite commiting no crime.

Everything seems fine so far, right? I mean, they paid, they were just in prison for some hours, the judge let them go…

Well, yeah. Except that, minutes later, they decided they were “socially dangerous” and returned to prison in the very same morning they were about to walk outside. This time, though, they would have to pay sentence, despite having paid already the bail. Naturally, this enraged Mario and he’s now doing a hunger strike, protesting for his freedom.

He’s been this way since October, and he’s, according to this, getting worse everyday. His case reminded me of several Palestinian political prisoners, specifically Samer Issawi’s hunger strike, yet I believe that several of these men have survived their strike and even walked out in success. Mario Gonzalez might not run with the same luck. Why? Well, it’s really embarrassing to remind to the other people about the horribly corrupt State which is destroying my country, Mexico… They’re not really fond of the “anarchist thrashers”.

I couldn’t find English articles for all of you to read, but I hope that they can appear soon so you can understand a bit his case. I want to share this story so it can be readed by many people around the world and help pressure the terribly corrupt State from here which is slowly killing us all.

No more hunger strikers in the world!

Have you heard of Alberto Patishtán?

22 Sep

Blame my weak childhood memory from the beginning of this 2000s, but you could say that we began this century with not a huge knowledge or interest in the struggle of several political prisoners around the world, perhaps due to many distractions. And in the beginning of this new 10s, mostly due to the expansion of info-sharing and (in my opinion) due to Chelsea Manning’s case, we’re finally closer to the fights of the freedom of other people who also got unjustly behind the bars. It wasn’t until recently when I discovered about Mumia Abu Jamal’s case, for example, and his interesting little articles written from prison. And there are many who got behind bars just because they weren’t of the like of the governments. But I would like to mention one in particular who recently got a brief spotlight in Mexico, as they just reopened his case with hopes of finally clearing his name after thousands of proofs of his innocence.

His name is Alberto Patishtán.

A tzotzil teacher who wasn’t even in the wrong place or in the wrong time when a crime in his town happened. He was, actually, in his respective place in his respective time. Thing is, they didn’t care.

You can read an article of his whole case in here:

But just to resume the whole story… One guy got shot in the south of the country, and the sole survivor of the whole ordeal pointed Patishtán as the responsible one out of pressure. And Patishtán got jailed without a warrant, without a lawyer and without a translator, despite the huge amount of witnesses and proof that he was in his school while the whole crime happened. The teacher received a maximum of 60 years as a punishment and, according to this, was severely tortured in the prison and neglected when his health deteriorated—and which keeps deteriorating—and needed a surgery.

The proof and the witnesses indicate he’s innocent, and that he’s kept in there for not being precisely the government’s favourite person in the world. Amnesty International has pointed out the serious flaws in his trial and many social movements claim for his freedom, as… Well, frankly, he’s not the sole case of unfair treatment and imprisoning. But it’s enough that, in the world, we don’t have lots of justice towards minorities, rural people, etc., and even worse when the very prisoner’s having health issues that needs to be treated. Issues neglected by the authorities who couldn’t care about this man.

And as I said, his case was reopened recently to check the new proof and give a new verdict. As you can guess, the authorities said “There’s not enough proof”. And he’s still jailed, mistreated and forgotten by the people who should be the first ones to remember him. And just to add some salt and lemon to the wound, around the same time, they released in another state a drug lord from the north, who was a proven killer, by the same sentence: “There’s not enough proof”. And days later, everybody said immediately that was the worst decision. Ever. This irony’s so awful, it’s not even funny.

I am sharing this story to the world, so everybody can pressure the authorities, reopen once more the case, accept the evidence of his innocence, and finally make real justice towards this man. I will thank you if you can read his case, share and sign to help this man gain freedom, specially because his health’s not the best nowdays, as he has spent so far 13 years in prison in not the very best conditions of all.

We’re living a massive awakening in this century. Let’s wake up everybody so the unfairness can disappear once for all.

To read the English documents referring to Patishtán’s case, click on the image and check them out.