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  • A statue of a saint with a machete in his head in the church at Nebaj, Quiche, Guatemala
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  • A statue of a saint with a machete in his head in the church at Nebaj, Quiche, Guatemala
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  • Jimmy Randolfo Aguilar lay on a hospital bed in the emergency room of Choluteca hospital, beaten by a reportedly large group of soldiers during a demonstration against fraud in the elections, sources said he died from his injuries later that night.<br />
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In a letter shared with the photographer, emergency room staff in the same hospital were instructed to make a special report of anyone with injuries related to tear gas, baton beatings or bullet wounds likely to have been inflicted by armed forces or police. <br />
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Human rights groups are documenting many cases of people being taken from their homes by military units at night, after taking part in demonstrations. It is repeatedly claimed by victims and human rights groups that profiles of protestors adn opposition activists are provided to the authorities by their neighbours who work on government programmes like Vida Mejor (Better Life), and the presumption is that they are obliged to provide this information on their neighbours. Army then arrive at night and call opposition members out by their names and nicknames - and use force to gain entry if they don’t come out.
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  • Jesus the Indigenous Leader<br />
<br />
Jesús Pérez, Corralito, Copán<br />
<br />
"I live here in Los Altos de Corralito, where I was born, high up in the mountains. I plant corn and beans, and sometimes I earn some money working as a labourer. I have six living daughters, and two living sons. And I have five or six grandchildren. <br />
<br />
Our community has a history of struggle for land and for recognition of our indigenous identity, and my family has paid dearly for it. Blood has been spilt for our indigenous rights.<br />
<br />
My nephew was Candido Amador. He was two days older than me. The Maya Chortí communities were marginalised by the big landowners, but thank God, now we have official recognition as an indigenous people, and we have a little bit of land. We’ve been here for thousands of years, but we only got recognition in the last twenty years.<br />
<br />
My nephew gave his life for our cause. They assassinated him.<br />
<br />
He had long hair, he dressed in indigenous clothes, and had very indigenous features. They thought he was the leader and representative of the indigenous movement, so they targeted him. In fact he wasn’t the representative. The person who represented our organisation was compañera María de Jesús Interiano. She was the first elected President of the Council, while we were preparing for the first Congress. But they thought that Candido was the leader and that’s why they assassinated him. <br />
He was beaten, he was cut with a machete on his hands, his neck, his head, and he was shot three times in the chest. And they scalped him. <br />
<br />
It was the night of the 11th of April 1997. He lived in my house, so they came here to get me to identify the body. He had been thrown on the side of the road. We brought him up here to the Catholic church to say prayers, for a wake. <br />
<br />
He is buried in Rincón del Buey. One of my own sons is buried next to him. He had a fall while he was working in the town, and died of the internal injuries later. We put flowers on both the graves at the same time."
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  • Jesus Defender of Water<br />
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Jesús Salazar, Suyapa, Pespire<br />
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"I am the coordinator of COCOPDDHHEP. It’s our orgnisation for the defence of human rights and our shared resources, the water and woods here. We began organising to defend ourselves four years ago.<br />
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We need to defend the water. It’s scarce here in the south, and it’s our life. We depend on it to live.<br />
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In 2003 we began to hear these promises, that the road was going to be improved and the church would be built, if we let the mining company in. The municipal authorities, our representatives in the National Congress, they all supported it. They promoted it. But, that’s not development for us. That’s the sale of our territory to transnational companies. It’s against our will and against our interests. They can always find an ally in the communities - people who will help them. They give them some money and brainwash them, but these people bring long-term difficulties for our communities, which will affect our children and grandchildren. It will poison them and rob them of water. We need to be very clear about this - they are bringing death.<br />
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They came here with an environmental licence, which they got fraudulently, with the support of members of Congress and the mayor. But because we were already organised, there was a defence. We have 19 groups organised in the villages around here, and we have lawyers. We won’t let them in. They’ve tried. There have been confrontations and injuries. Twice those rats have come here with their machines. They even came at Christmas because they thought it’d be easier.<br />
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They came one evening when we were planting corn. There weren’t many men here. Everyone was in the fields planting. Women with babies stood in front of the excavators to stop them coming in. Then, with mobile phones, we mobilised more than 300 people to come quickly with machetes and sticks, and we stood in front of the machines and we all raised our machetes in the air. The men they sent were
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  • Walter Amaya left Lempira, Honduras, three weeks ago. He has walked until his feet were full of blisters on his journey north towards the US and has spent up to three days without eating. He was chased by the migration police and fell off the train known as La Bestia, sustaining injuries to his back and legs. Others travelling with him said they had been assaulted by the police and beaten with rifle butts. He arrived at a refuge for migrants exhausted and in need of medical care.
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  • Jesus the Indigenous Leader<br />
<br />
Jesús Pérez, Corralito, Copán<br />
<br />
"I live here in Los Altos de Corralito, where I was born, high up in the mountains. I plant corn and beans, and sometimes I earn some money working as a labourer. I have six living daughters, and two living sons. And I have five or six grandchildren. <br />
<br />
Our community has a history of struggle for land and for recognition of our indigenous identity, and my family has paid dearly for it. Blood has been spilt for our indigenous rights.<br />
<br />
My nephew was Candido Amador. He was two days older than me. The Maya Chortí communities were marginalised by the big landowners, but thank God, now we have official recognition as an indigenous people, and we have a little bit of land. We’ve been here for thousands of years, but we only got recognition in the last twenty years.<br />
<br />
My nephew gave his life for our cause. They assassinated him.<br />
<br />
He had long hair, he dressed in indigenous clothes, and had very indigenous features. They thought he was the leader and representative of the indigenous movement, so they targeted him. In fact he wasn’t the representative. The person who represented our organisation was compañera María de Jesús Interiano. She was the first elected President of the Council, while we were preparing for the first Congress. But they thought that Candido was the leader and that’s why they assassinated him. <br />
He was beaten, he was cut with a machete on his hands, his neck, his head, and he was shot three times in the chest. And they scalped him. <br />
<br />
It was the night of the 11th of April 1997. He lived in my house, so they came here to get me to identify the body. He had been thrown on the side of the road. We brought him up here to the Catholic church to say prayers, for a wake. <br />
<br />
He is buried in Rincón del Buey. One of my own sons is buried next to him. He had a fall while he was working in the town, and died of the internal injuries later. We put flowers on both the graves at the same time."
    Honduras_Hawkey_20180319_2750.jpg
  • Jesus the Indigenous Leader<br />
<br />
Jesús Pérez, Corralito, Copán<br />
<br />
"I live here in Los Altos de Corralito, where I was born, high up in the mountains. I plant corn and beans, and sometimes I earn some money working as a labourer. I have six living daughters, and two living sons. And I have five or six grandchildren. <br />
<br />
Our community has a history of struggle for land and for recognition of our indigenous identity, and my family has paid dearly for it. Blood has been spilt for our indigenous rights.<br />
<br />
My nephew was Candido Amador. He was two days older than me. The Maya Chortí communities were marginalised by the big landowners, but thank God, now we have official recognition as an indigenous people, and we have a little bit of land. We’ve been here for thousands of years, but we only got recognition in the last twenty years.<br />
<br />
My nephew gave his life for our cause. They assassinated him.<br />
<br />
He had long hair, he dressed in indigenous clothes, and had very indigenous features. They thought he was the leader and representative of the indigenous movement, so they targeted him. In fact he wasn’t the representative. The person who represented our organisation was compañera María de Jesús Interiano. She was the first elected President of the Council, while we were preparing for the first Congress. But they thought that Candido was the leader and that’s why they assassinated him. <br />
He was beaten, he was cut with a machete on his hands, his neck, his head, and he was shot three times in the chest. And they scalped him. <br />
<br />
It was the night of the 11th of April 1997. He lived in my house, so they came here to get me to identify the body. He had been thrown on the side of the road. We brought him up here to the Catholic church to say prayers, for a wake. <br />
<br />
He is buried in Rincón del Buey. One of my own sons is buried next to him. He had a fall while he was working in the town, and died of the internal injuries later. We put flowers on both the graves at the same time."
    Honduras_Hawkey_20180319_2730.jpg
  • Jesus the Indigenous Leader<br />
<br />
Jesús Pérez, Corralito, Copán<br />
<br />
"I live here in Los Altos de Corralito, where I was born, high up in the mountains. I plant corn and beans, and sometimes I earn some money working as a labourer. I have six living daughters, and two living sons. And I have five or six grandchildren. <br />
<br />
Our community has a history of struggle for land and for recognition of our indigenous identity, and my family has paid dearly for it. Blood has been spilt for our indigenous rights.<br />
<br />
My nephew was Candido Amador. He was two days older than me. The Maya Chortí communities were marginalised by the big landowners, but thank God, now we have official recognition as an indigenous people, and we have a little bit of land. We’ve been here for thousands of years, but we only got recognition in the last twenty years.<br />
<br />
My nephew gave his life for our cause. They assassinated him.<br />
<br />
He had long hair, he dressed in indigenous clothes, and had very indigenous features. They thought he was the leader and representative of the indigenous movement, so they targeted him. In fact he wasn’t the representative. The person who represented our organisation was compañera María de Jesús Interiano. She was the first elected President of the Council, while we were preparing for the first Congress. But they thought that Candido was the leader and that’s why they assassinated him. <br />
He was beaten, he was cut with a machete on his hands, his neck, his head, and he was shot three times in the chest. And they scalped him. <br />
<br />
It was the night of the 11th of April 1997. He lived in my house, so they came here to get me to identify the body. He had been thrown on the side of the road. We brought him up here to the Catholic church to say prayers, for a wake. <br />
<br />
He is buried in Rincón del Buey. One of my own sons is buried next to him. He had a fall while he was working in the town, and died of the internal injuries later. We put flowers on both the graves at the same time."
    Honduras_Hawkey_20180319_2710.jpg
  • Jesus the Indigenous Leader<br />
<br />
Jesús Pérez, Corralito, Copán<br />
<br />
"I live here in Los Altos de Corralito, where I was born, high up in the mountains. I plant corn and beans, and sometimes I earn some money working as a labourer. I have six living daughters, and two living sons. And I have five or six grandchildren. <br />
<br />
Our community has a history of struggle for land and for recognition of our indigenous identity, and my family has paid dearly for it. Blood has been spilt for our indigenous rights.<br />
<br />
My nephew was Candido Amador. He was two days older than me. The Maya Chortí communities were marginalised by the big landowners, but thank God, now we have official recognition as an indigenous people, and we have a little bit of land. We’ve been here for thousands of years, but we only got recognition in the last twenty years.<br />
<br />
My nephew gave his life for our cause. They assassinated him.<br />
<br />
He had long hair, he dressed in indigenous clothes, and had very indigenous features. They thought he was the leader and representative of the indigenous movement, so they targeted him. In fact he wasn’t the representative. The person who represented our organisation was compañera María de Jesús Interiano. She was the first elected President of the Council, while we were preparing for the first Congress. But they thought that Candido was the leader and that’s why they assassinated him. <br />
He was beaten, he was cut with a machete on his hands, his neck, his head, and he was shot three times in the chest. And they scalped him. <br />
<br />
It was the night of the 11th of April 1997. He lived in my house, so they came here to get me to identify the body. He had been thrown on the side of the road. We brought him up here to the Catholic church to say prayers, for a wake. <br />
<br />
He is buried in Rincón del Buey. One of my own sons is buried next to him. He had a fall while he was working in the town, and died of the internal injuries later. We put flowers on both the graves at the same time."
    Honduras_Hawkey_20180319_2692.jpg
  • Silvia Maria Alvarez Rosales<br />
Tenquiscapa<br />
<br />
I have migrated to the US seven times. The last time was a very bad experience.<br />
<br />
At the beginning it was fun, going through Mexico. But, as soon as I got across the river into the US, it was bad. It is dangerous, you can lose everything including your life.<br />
<br />
My feet were tired, I’d been walking three days and nights, I had injuries on my feet, my socks were stuck to my feet, I couldn’t bear it any more. That night, we were walking through forest, there were thorns, the thorns would get stuck in my skin, scratch and injure me. We could see lights way off in the distance. It was evening time, I saw a woman who’d given birth, both the woman and the baby were dead. I got scared, the guide got hold of me and covered my mouth to stop me screaming. The smuggler wasn’t bad, he left me on a road where I’d get picked up by the migration. <br />
<br />
Migration passed by a few times before picking me up. Eventually they woke me up, I could hardly stand up, they treated my wounds. I asked for political asylum, and I was left in prison for seven months before being deported. My family thought I was dead, there aren’t any international calls. When I got back here, I got off the bus, and my father saw me and he fell down on the ground and couldn’t stop crying. <br />
<br />
The LWF has helped me set up my own salon, they’ve helped me a lot, to buy my equipment, they’ve given me training. Now I have a job, I have no need to leave again.<br />
<br />
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LWF’s program for returned and deported migrants is supported by ELCA.
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  • Silvia Maria Alvarez Rosales<br />
Tenquiscapa<br />
<br />
I have migrated to the US seven times. The last time was a very bad experience.<br />
<br />
At the beginning it was fun, going through Mexico. But, as soon as I got across the river into the US, it was bad. It is dangerous, you can lose everything including your life.<br />
<br />
My feet were tired, I’d been walking three days and nights, I had injuries on my feet, my socks were stuck to my feet, I couldn’t bear it any more. That night, we were walking through forest, there were thorns, the thorns would get stuck in my skin, scratch and injure me. We could see lights way off in the distance. It was evening time, I saw a woman who’d given birth, both the woman and the baby were dead. I got scared, the guide got hold of me and covered my mouth to stop me screaming. The smuggler wasn’t bad, he left me on a road where I’d get picked up by the migration. <br />
<br />
Migration passed by a few times before picking me up. Eventually they woke me up, I could hardly stand up, they treated my wounds. I asked for political asylum, and I was left in prison for seven months before being deported. My family thought I was dead, there aren’t any international calls. When I got back here, I got off the bus, and my father saw me and he fell down on the ground and couldn’t stop crying. <br />
<br />
The LWF has helped me set up my own salon, they’ve helped me a lot, to buy my equipment, they’ve given me training. Now I have a job, I have no need to leave again.<br />
<br />
<br />
LWF’s program for returned and deported migrants is supported by ELCA.
    Honduras_Hawkey_migrants_20190122_50...jpg
  • Ma Joaquina García Molina has worked for 11 years in the little clinic of the village of Estanzuelas, here she is doing an inventory of the medicines. Medical care in the village is paid for by the fairtrade premium at CABRIPEL. About 300 people benefit from this service, everyone in the village and people come from other communities too. "People come with injuries and illnesses and we treat them all" says Ma "I've done several training courses in first aid and in primary health care". Cooperativa Agropecuaria Brisas del Pelón Ltda, CABRIPEL, is a certified organic and Fairtrade coffee-producing cooperative with 50 members based in Estanzuelas, Marcala, La Paz, Honduras.
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