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Patria ensangrentada
Pero jamas deshecha
(Nation left to bleed
But never undone)
-"23 de septiembre",
Julia de Burgos
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Patria Ensangrentada
2006
Acrylic on Burlap
63" x 40"
This portrait of Machetero leader Filiberto Ojeda Rios was inspired by
the story of how he died, or rather how he was killed. The days after
he was killed by the FBI, I remember hearing some reports on WBAI (NYC)
on his last days. Those interviewed talked about how he was known in Hormigueros,
Puerto Rico (where he lived) as a jardinero, always tending to
the flowers in his garden. I most remember the descriptions of how when
he fell from a sniper bullet to the clavicle. Having fallen behind his
front door, he was left there to bleed by the FBI till the next day. They
described, as I later saw in photos, the blood that dripped under the
door and down the front step of his home. I got this poetic image in my
head of that blood seeping back into the ground and feeding the flowers
he had planted. I have to develop this idea more but this first simple
portrait uses red roses as a metaphor for this freedom fighter's blood
and how he was left to bleed to death by the FBI.
The portrait features the words of Puerto Rican Nationalist poet heroine
Julia de Burgos. The irony is that her words, "patria ensangrentada
pero jamas deshecha", come from her poem 23 de septiembre. That poem
was written decades ago in honor of the Grito de Lares Revolution. Knowing
that that day is sacred, the FBI strategically murdered Filiberto on that
very day. Many years later, Julia’s words about this day and how
despite the blood shed on this day the nation will live on were reenergized
on September 23, 2005, the day Filiberto died.
Back to the idea of his blood feeding the flowers, I think of another
incredible excerpt from Julia's poetry. As a devout Puerto Rican Nationalist
she could never imagine turning her loyalty from Puerto Rico to the United
States, even in death. She wrote these words while living in NY:
Si me muero no quiero que este trágico país se tragué
mis huesos
Necesitan el calor de Borinquen
Por lo meno fortalecer los gusanos de allá, no los de acá
If I die, I don’t want this tragic nation to swallow my bones
They need the warmth of Borinquen
To at least strengthen the worms over there, not the ones here.
I am glad that this response to the bloody murder of Filiberto was presented
in this way. This work was exhibited in Puerto Rico during the island's
first Social Forum at the University of Puerto Rico in Rio Piedras in
the fall of 2006. Elma Beatriz, Filiberto's partner/ widow was at the
foro and was happy with the portrait which she encouraged folks at her
presentation to go see. I'm glad she believed this image was able to do
some justice to his profound legacy.
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