20 abril 2014

Lembrando que nada começou ontem

Há 100 anos, o massacre
de Ludlow, Colorado, EUA




Comrade, after battle, rescuing
body of slain miner
Photo shows events relating to the Ludlow Massacre, during which a tent camp of striking miners at Ludlow Colorado was attacked by the Colorado National Guard on April 20, 1914. (Source: Flickr Commons project, 2010)
«Après plusieurs mois de grève sur ce site du Colorado appartenant 
à Rockefeller, la garde nationale et des nervis payés par les patrons de 
la mine attaquent le camp retranché des mineurs. Une des plus violentes luttes entre les travailleurs et le capital dans l’histoire des États-Unis.
C’était un matin d’avril, un lendemain de Pâques, cette fête que célébraient nombre des immigrés grecs de Ludlow (Colorado). Trois membres de la garde nationale étaient venus ordonner la libération d’un homme prétendument retenu contre son gré. Louis Tikas, le responsable du camp, s’était alors rendu à la gare, distante d’un kilomètre, afin de rencontrer le commandant du détachement. Pendant leur rencontre, deux compagnies installèrent des canons sur une crête dominant le camp de mineurs. Tikas sentit le coup fourré et retourna auprès des siens. Le feu fut déclenché peu après.
La bataille dura toute la journée. Des gardes sans uniforme, payés par les patrons de la mine, vinrent renforcer les miliciens du lieutenant Karl Linderfelt. Alors que le soleil se couchait, le passage d’un train permit à un certain nombre de mineurs de prendre la fuite. Quelques minutes plus tard, la soldatesque s’empara du camp. Louis Tikas fut arrêté en compagnie de deux autres mineurs. Son corps fut retrouvé le long de la ligne de chemin de fer. Il avait été abattu dans le dos. Sa dépouille resta trois jours de suite à la vue de tous, passagers des trains qui circulaient et résidents. Il fallait faire un exemple. Avec le leader syndicaliste, deux femmes, douze enfants, cinq mineurs et syndicalistes et un garde furent tués ce 20 avril 1914 à Ludlow, terme, selon Howard Zinn, de l’une 
des « plus amères et violentes luttes entre les travailleurs et le capital dans l’histoire de ce pays ».
Ludlow Massacre
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
It was early springtime when the strike was on,
They drove us miners out of doors,
Out from the houses that the Company owned,
We moved into tents up at old Ludlow.

I was worried bad about my children,
Soldiers guarding the railroad bridge,
Every once in a while a bullet would fly,
Kick up gravel under my feet.

We were so afraid you would kill our children,
We dug us a cave that was seven foot deep,
Carried our young ones and pregnant women
Down inside the cave to sleep.

That very night your soldiers waited,
Until all us miners were asleep,
You snuck around our little tent town,
Soaked our tents with your kerosene.

You struck a match and in the blaze that started,
You pulled the triggers of your gatling guns,
I made a run for the children but the fire wall stopped me.
Thirteen children died from your guns.

I carried my blanket to a wire fence corner,
Watched the fire till the blaze died down,
I helped some people drag their belongings,
While your bullets killed us all around.

I never will forget the look on the faces
Of the men and women that awful day,
When we stood around to preach their funerals,
And lay the corpses of the dead away.

We told the Colorado Governor to call the President,
Tell him to call off his National Guard,
But the National Guard belonged to the Governor,
So he didn't try so very hard.

Our women from Trinidad they hauled some potatoes,
Up to Walsenburg in a little cart,
They sold their potatoes and brought some guns back,
And they put a gun in every hand.

The state soldiers jumped us in a wire fence corners,
They did not know we had these guns,
And the Red-neck Miners mowed down these troopers,
You should have seen those poor boys run.

We took some cement and walled that cave up,
Where you killed these thirteen children inside,
I said, "God bless the Mine Workers' Union,"
And then I hung my head and cried
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