RCF’s press release on the death of Marquez

April 21, 2014

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In spite of this, to oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life. Neither floods nor plagues, famines nor cataclysms, nor even the eternal wars of century upon century, have been able to subdue the persistent advantage of life over death…Faced with this awesome reality that must have seemed a mere utopia through all of human time, we, the inventors of tales, who will believe anything, feel entitled to believe that it is not yet too late to engage in the creation of the opposite utopia. A new and sweeping utopia of life, where no one will be able to decide for others how they die, where love will prove true and happiness be possible, and where the races condemned to one hundred years of solitude will have, at last and forever, a second opportunity on earth.

-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

It was one of these days.

It was a day ripe with the fragrance of guavas and charged with the solitude of lives in oppression. It was a day of many hundred deaths foretold; and lives of millions of people continue to tell the tale of displacement and destitution. It was the autumn of all dictators ruling under the banner of democracy and development.

The day he died was when the people of India, having been told that they have no other option but voting, were coaxed to vote for a mass murderer to elect him as Prime Minister. It was the day when there was a surge in the profit margin of Reliance, the corporate giant, who among others runs the Indian parliamentary democracy. It was the day when 3 were killed in one more bomb blast in the history of imperialist extraction and devastation in US occupied Iraq. It was the day when US federal court approved plans to sell assets of Iran, apprehended to be the next chapter in the book of US imperialist attacks.

Such was the day when he died.

One of those voices who spoke against imperialism and oppression of people, Marquez was a writer who wrote about the dehumanizing character of imperialist occupation and exploitation. He chronicled the stories of those people who were robbed of histories, cultures and memories by giant corporations and empires to plunder their resources and labour for profit. He wrote about the loneliness of people deprived of food, social justice, liberty, happiness, love and dreams and their struggles of resistance. He wrote about social prejudices that shape consensus in an unjust society where encounter killings, murders, displacement and massacres are orchestrated in the name of ‘collective conscience’.

When a pen writes, a voice sings, a brush paints the dream of a just and free society.
The magic of Garcia Marquez’s words have not died. With many more words to be written and magic left to unravel, it is powerfully alive. It lives in all those struggles for justice and freedom. It lives in the resistance of the oppressed people of India who are fighting against patriarchal, feudal and imperialist oppression of the Indian state. It lives in the organized struggles of the people of Africa and Latin America against exploitative ruling classes. It sings the joy of liberation with the people of oppressed nationalities who are fighting for their freedom.

It is dreams that make magic real. Only the struggle of the oppressed of the world will ensure his memory immortal. And his words…

Salute those words!

Revolutionary Cultural Front, JNU, New Delhi