This is also the anniversary of the OTHER 9/11-Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger's murder of democracy and hope in Chile.
On this day, the democratically elected socialist government of Salvador Allende was overthrown. Thousands would be imprisoned, tortured, killed. And the greatest cultural figure of Chile, Victor Jara, would be arrested and beaten to death in the Estadio Chile(a football stadium where thousands of people were detained and which is now named in Victor's memory).
They killed him, Nixon, Kissinger and the generals, for writing songs like this:
Levántate y mira la montaña,
de donde viene el viento, el sol y el agua.
Tú, que manejas el curso de los ríos,
tú, que sembraste el vuelo de tu alma.
Levántate y mírate las manos.
Para crecer estréchala a tu hermano,
juntos iremos unidos en la sangre.
Hoy es el tiempo que puede ser mañana.
Líbranos de aquél que nos domina en la miseria.
Tráenos tu reino de justicia e igualdad.
Sopla como el viento la flor de la quebrada.
Limpia como el fuego el cañón de mi fusil.
Hágase por fin tu voluntad aquí en la tierra.
Danos tu fuerza y tu valor al combatir.
Sopla como el viento la flor de la quebrada.
Limpia como el fuego el cañón de mi fusil.
Levántate y mírate las manos.
Para crecer estréchala a tu hermano,
juntos iremos unidos en la sangre,
ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amén. Amén. Amén.
(Translation)
Stand up, look at the mountains
Source of the wind, the sun, the water
You, who change the course of rivers,
Who, with the seed, sow the flight of your soul,
Stand up, look at your hands,
Give to your hand to your brother so you can grow.
We'll go together, united by blood,
Today is the day
We can make the future.
Deliver us from the master
who keeps us in misery.
The kingdom of justice and equality come.
Blow, like the wind blows
the wild flowers of the mountain pass.
Clean the barrel of my gun like fire
They will be done at last on earth
Give us your strength and courage to struggle.
Blow, like the wind blows
the wild flowers of the mountain pas
Clean the barrel of my gun like fire
Stand up, look at your hands,
Give to your hand to your brother so you can grow.
We'll go together, united by blood,
Now and in the hour of our death.
Amen.