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  •  Vamos Todos

    Tuesday, Apr. 17, 2012

    Vamos Todos
    (Lyrics by Michael Martinez)
     
     
    Desde ya ofrezco a Dios mi sangre... ( Mons. Romero voice)
     
    Actual Audio of his Assassination on March 24, 1980
     
    Words from his Homily on March 23, 1980:
    Quisiera hacer un llamamiento de manera especial.
    La iglesia, defensora de los derechos, no puede quedarse callada
    ante tanta abominación.
    Queremos que el gobierno tome en serio que de nada sirven las reformas si van selladas con tanta sangre.
    En nombre de Dios pues,
    y en nombre de este sufrido pueblo,
    cuyos lamentos suben hacia el cielo cada ves mas tumultuosos,
    les suplico, les ruego, les ordeno:
    En nombre de Dios, ¡cese la represión!
     
    Verse 1
     
    Vamos todos al banquete,
    a la mesa de la creación,
    cada cual con su taburete,
    tiene un puesto y una misión.
    Esta canción
     trae la liberación. 
    Esta es una homilía
    por Mi comandante,
    un jesuita,
    Rutilio Grande.
    Martyred for the sake his love
    so grande.
    Que Dios me mande
     y me despierte
    la consciencia.
    Dame la paciencia
    para que traduzque
    y que todos comprendan:
    the language of love
    que todos entiendan.
    Fighting the injustice with our blood,
    so your Will be done on earth as above.
    Heavens not a fantasía.
    La liberación tampoco es una teología.
    Es el pueblo que lucha y camina
    hacia el Reino de Dios;
     llegaremos un día.
     
    Chorus
     
    Vamos todos hacia el banquete
    a la mesa de la creación,
    cada cual con su taburete,
    tiene un puesto y una misión.
     
    Hoy me levanto muy temprano,
    ya me espera la comunidad,
    voy subiendo alegre la cuesta,
    voy en busca de tu amistad.
     
    Verse 2
     
    Hay que celebrar
    al mismo tiempo de luchar.
    No basta rezar.
    Nos falta mucho más
     para conseguir la paz.
    Aunque ya vino,
    Jesús Cristo
    a salvarnos.
    El vino y el pan nos
    une hacia cielo
    y la tierra con sus manos
    alzadas.
    Danos
    nuestro Pan de cada
    día.
    Dios invita a
    compartir comida
    pero casi nadie viene
    de lunes a viernes;
    solo los domingo.
    Los pobres si no
    tienen nada.
    Los ricos quieren todo
    se lo llevan con espadas.
     Ni nos miran en la cara.
     You ask why I bust this?
    I claim Social Justice.
     
    Chorus
     
    Vamos todos hacia el banquete,
    a la mesa de la creación,
    cada cual con su taburete,
    tiene un puesto y una misión.
     
    Hoy me levanto muy temprano,
    ya me espera la comunidad,
    voy subiendo alegre la cuesta,
    voy en busca de tu amistad.
     
    Verse 3
     
    Hoy me levanto muy temprano,
    ya me espera la comunidad,
    y todos mis hermanos.
    Voy subiendo alegre
    la cuesta.
    Voy en busca de tu amistad
    aunque me cuesta:
    mi vida,
    mi sangre,
    mi amor,
    mi hambre,
    mi familia,
    mi dinero,
     enfermedades.
    Esto le llaman
     Solidaridad.
    Trabajando juntos
    para la Paz
    en el mundo.
    Esta cruz la cargamos juntos
    con todos los difuntos.
    Un día llegaremos a un punto
    donde todos tendrán lujos en casa abierta.
     Un plato para todos en nuestra mesa.
    Sombra de árbol pa’ tu cabeza.
    Libro abierto, tu vida, mi puerta.
    La amistad no cuestiona tu credo.
    Un mundo nuevo donde todos amemos
     
    Si me matan, resucitaré en el pueblo Salvadoreño.
     
    Come to the banquet
    the table is set
    by the creation of a nation común por la fé.
    Everybody has a chair and place to meet,
    but first we need a plate so the world can eat.
    ‘Cuz we starving out here,
    should I repeat?
    God invited us ALL,
    not just the ELITE.
    But the sick and the poor and the tax collectors.
    We could have a feast if the world would let us.
    In the belly of the beast,
    we become the meat
    to the gluttons, to the greedy, to the Pharisees.
    In a world of wars
    where the poor increase,
    and the score gets lower
    should we claim defeat?
    ‘Cuz we can’t even afford
    a peace accord.
    So we’ve come to the Banquet
    to meet the Lord.
     
    Les ordeno:
    En nombre de Dios, ¡cese la represión! (Applause)
     

     

  •  Going Global

    Tuesday, Apr. 10, 2012

    By Thomas Haskin

    Published on: The Ram

    There is nothing like going somewhere new in order to remember — or to realize— just how little you know. This is a daily occurrence for me here in El Salvador. For the last two months, I’ve been studying with a Santa Clara Universityrun program known as La Casa de la Solidaridad. A program aimed at Jesuit university students, Casa seeks to immerse its participants in la realidad — the reality — of this tiny Central American country.

    The question then is, of course, what exactly is that reality? Or, how might a gringo college kid here for four months come to access any part of it? While I am still in the process of discerning those answers, I have an
    idea about how our program strives to do that over the course of a semester. I am also learning about its limitations.

    I spend two full days per week in the urban community of San Ramon, visiting a preschool classroom in the mornings, making home visits with social workers and community leaders in the afternoons and seeking to provide a context for the lives these children lead. We learn of fatherless homes, families affected by alcoholism and domestic abuse, un- and under-employment, water-borne illnesses and poor infrastructure. The list, unfortunately, goes on.

    Though we are stationed in the prosperous and relatively safe neighborhood of Antiguo Cuscatlan, Casa emphasizes taking us out of the comfort of our houses (that we share with Salvadoran students) and showing us other parts of the country.

    Therefore, we additionally spent a week in the rural part of the country bordering Honduras, where much of the violence occurred during El Salvador’s horrific civil war in the 1980s. (A war in large part financed by the United States — another
    topic unto itself.) We heard stories and visited sites from those years, learning about how such a history still has major ramifications for the country and its people to this day.

    I recount this to underscore, that unlike when I studied in London last summer with Fordham’s program, here I am constantly interacting with Salvadorans, hearing their stories and traveling through the country, encountering Salvadoran “reality” as much as one can in two months.

    Yet I know there is still so much more. What about the hundreds of Salvadorans eating lunch in the air-conditioned food court of the brand-new mall complex near where I stay? Subway, Burger King, Pizza Hut — is this the Salvadoran dream,
    what people do here when they have “made it,” when they have enough money that they do not have to worry about what those families in San Ramon confront on a daily basis? Then again, is this any different than the United States? What
    effect has the United States had on creating this culture?

    So, I ask, what about this reality? What is El Salvador — the war-torn families living in homes made of sheet metal with no running water, or the people who live behind armored gates and have personal drivers? Of course, the reality of El Salvador today is both and everything in between. We should recognize though that the former is altogether more common than the latter.

    That said, what this demonstrates is just how hard it is to understand “reality” outside of our own context. For me to understand the world as a gringo who was raised in the United States is hard enough, to desire an
    experience of anything else requires even more effort. Now that I am here in El Salvador, I am repeatedly reminded of just how many experiences of this world exist in the year 2012. With seven billion people on this planet, it’s tough to get a
    grasp on anything beyond one’s own reality — but I think getting an education demands that we try.
     

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