Compañero Víctor Jara of Chile ¡ Parte 3.
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 12 ก.ย. 2024
- Este valioso documento audiovisual realizado en Inglaterra en 1974,con imágenes de archivo y una extensa entrevista a Joan Turner,viuda de Jara.
Un film imprescindible compartir con las viejas y nuevas generaciones que cantamos y soñamos con un país mejor.
Una realización del British Film Institute,dirigida por Martin Smith y Stanley Forman. 58 minutos año 1974.
VICTOR JARA, UNICO Y ESPECIAL.
Pobre Joan 😢 se puede notar su enorme tristeza ante el arrebato injusto y canalla de su amor 😭
LO SIENTO JOAN. NO ME IMAGINO EL DOLOR. JUSTICIA PARA VICTOR! BLESS YOU.
EL SENTIMIENTO DÉ ESPERANZA, POR UN MUNDO MEJOR ,QUÉ ENSEÑA JARA,ELEVA Y EMBELLECE NUESTRAS ALMAS!!!!
Merci inifiniment, Joan, pour votre témoignage qui nous touche beaucoup. Victor Jara vit dans nos coeurs, nos âmes. „EL PUEBLO UNIDO JAMÁS SERÁ VENCIDO”
VICTOR JARA SIEMPRE PRESENTE! JUSTICIA!
Víctor Jara no muere.....
Eso díselo a Joan Jara, creo que no estará de acuerdo contigo.
Edison, muy bien dicho “ Jara no muere” Víctor estaba en el corazón de Joan y el resto del mundo que lo ama eternamente por ser tan especia! Lo más oscuro del ser humano no destruye en ser de luz como era y sigue siendo Víctor Jara, el universo te ama para siempre❤
A Joan Jara se le puede ver en los ojos la expresión del horror que ella presencio y sufrió, es una mirada de espanto.....
Y con esa expresión envejeció. Es impresionante. Paradójicamente esa expresión retrata el profundo amor hacia Víctor.
Inmortal Victor Jara, gran defensor de la justicia y la igualdad y por esos los poderosos basofias lo mataron
También a Dean Reed lo asesinó la C.I.A. y la STASI. Pero creo que en Chile pocos lo recuerdan
Justicia para Victor Jara
No olvidar a Dean Reed, por favor
I am a victim of this , my father was in the Stadium too , he was taken too. He was Tortured too and he was a lucky one . He was taken later on after the Palace La Moneda was bombed and President Allende was Murdered. My father was taken from his bed with no shoes and only his trousers, I saw the jeep coming with the soldiers and the machine guns. My cousin was with me. And we had to go next door to get coffee. We lived next door to each other . My auntie was looking after us. Dad was asleep as he was working nights . Mum was at a parents meeting . My fathers family were printers In Pablo neruda St in Santiago. My father was starting his own businesses father was a good man. He owned half a plot of land and built his own house. As we left with the coffee . We saw the jeep, with the soldiers and the guns . We ran to Auntie's next door first, by the time, we all ran out, they had already got dad, marching him into the jeep, they kept asking were was the guns and they spoke a foreign language. It was not Spanish, and they didn't look chilean to me. They looked quite well German, American, you know what people call white. Not that im racist or anything. Tele ision is a good medium and my uncle had one. We would all go and watch it. So we had the news et etc. We already had the curfew . And i was often sent to check if soldiers we're about and to be careful as there was bombings still going on. When we saw that they had put him in the Jeep , my younger sister was upset because her father was taken, she tried to get to dad, but a soldier butted her with his rifle and she fell on the ground on her toes, her little toes where so hurt she had to have some of her toe nails removed as they had bee damaged by the pebbly street and she was only 2 and a half. I was seven . We didn't know what to do that day , I remember mother fainting when she came home. It was weeks and I know mother had a lot of friends and neighbours and i know that they all helped her. Mother and I went to the stadium one day, I didn't know it was Called Estadio de Chile. I have since found out. Its now called Victor Jara stadium which is good. My father was taken to that stadium somehow we found out. He was there 59 days of torture and abuse, often marched out in a line and soldiers pointing the guns at the line of people and one by one they would point, and dad said he thought he would die every day . But some how they would say not that one ,and they would take him back to the room where 30 or more people where stading as there was no room to lay down. He told me a girl was raped in front of him, she fought that hard again a group of soldiers they broke her legs and killed her . Dad said I reminded him of her when I was about 17 , in those 59 days me and mother we tried to go and see dad at the stadium but all we saw was lines of dead bodies outside the stadium covered in blankets. Parcels for the people inside where in the turn styles full up to the top. The amount of people who must have been Inside because every turn stile held cigarettes. Food clothing etc etc . But the people who where been held didn't get anything but violence, death and torture. It was pointless. We where disheartened but by a big Miracle father was released, after a few weeks. I think the church Helped because mum was very religious and she prayed a lot and so do I. Father was smuggled the same day out of the Country to Argentina. Mum followed a week later . Me and my sister live with our grand Parents. Its seven months before we join our mum and dad in Argentina. We moved around a lot in Argentina in Buenos Aires. Dad still didn't feel that we where safe . So he Applied to Three countries who was taking Chilean Refugees, England was one of those countries and well here we are to tell the tale in English so that all the world can understand. Until I watched this Documentary I was not aware that Victor Jara was married to an English person Joan Alison Turner. My father loved Victor Jara , I knew about him and that he too had been murdered, he was tortured and his hand had been stamped on so he could not play his guitar .
I have listened to his music ever since .
Pinochet stole my life in Chile . I don't know where we would be us Chileans now if we had been allowed to develop naturally . Like we have helped you with our labour, our intelligence, our country . So you must allow other cultures to develop.
But hey here I am travelled around the globe and seen how other countries live in democracy. We could have done it . If we had the freedom to allow Allende the freedom to govern .
My father was from Spanish decent and my mother was from English decent. We are survivers of this coup attack . My father has now passed away he died I Brazil and I attended his funeral , I was the only one who could afford it at the time. I was his only blood relative there. He didn't get to live in his beloved Chile before he passed. God rest his soul . He was never the same after he came out of that stadium. We couldn't go back for a long time . One the price of a ticket . I returned for the first time in 2004 with my daughter i travelled from Spain.
I am a British Citizen and I would love to go back and see the Mountains again and my uncles and Auties , my cousins.
I tried to go again to visit but it was the Lock down . I was advised by my relatives it wasn't a good idea to go. My younger sister also visited for the first time since she left. In 2017 .
I also did a project in uni 2017 about Chile and Victor Jara and Music . I wanted to go with my sister and again I wasn't able to go , she visited from Spain . I would have to go from Gatwick.
So thats my story .
I hope to return to my beloved Chile one day 💓 Cecilia Matilde King
Меня очень поразило ваш рассказ.
ESPANTO
"This was the day we were waiting for". These words are almost a confession. The communist goverment, to which Jara was a virtual spokesman and lead propagandist, after three years of rampage, murder and theft, was about to end. You should not expect that being an accomplice to it would go unnoticed. I do not support (nor condone) that Jara was assassinated, but I think that playing the victim does not suit well. I am sympathetic to your suffering, but you must also think about of the suffering of all the people who suffered expoliation, torture and death under communist rule.
What torture are you talking about, there was no political police until the military dictatorship arrived. There are hundreds of proven cases. Please seriousness and rigor when writing!
@@SuperPeliculero You are wrong. There were hundreds of farms and other properties stormed and expoliated by force by communist activists; when I say "by force" I mean at gunpoint, with knives, sickles, forks or whatever; owners were evicted from their homes in the middle of the night just with their clothes on, beaten and sometimes raped. If this is not torture, what is it then.