Originally published in Spanish by the EZLN
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Translated by irlandesa

The Sup's Words for the "From the Underground Culture to the 
Culture of Resistance" Roundtable

Alicia Multiforum.

October 26, 1999.


I would like to thank those who were in charge of the Alicia Multiforum 
for the invitation they extended to us to participate in this 
Roundtable.

I do not have much experience in round tables, square tables are more 
our specialty, as the table most certainly must be where those who are
accompanying this act are seated:  Zack de la Rocha, Yaotl, Hermann
Bellinghausen, Nacho Pineda, a compa from the Punk Anarchy collective 
and Javier Elorriaga.

And more, it is quite likely that the participants at this round table 
that is not round are seated on a small platform.  And more, perhaps there 
is not even a table, and there are only a few chairs.  Perhaps the only 
one who has a table is me, because they have to put the TV on something 
in order to show you this video.

Good, the fact is, at this round table, those who are participating 
cannot see each others faces, something that would most certainly be happening 
if they were at a round table that were, in fact, round.  And so here we 
are, sitting around a round table that is not round, and facing you, which is
better, because from here I'm able to see a guy whose face is the best
argument for leaving the issue of round and square tables in peace, and
better that I don't tell you what that look is suggesting either (sigh).

Where was I?  Oh, yes!  That here we are, facing you, at that round 
table that I don't know who called "From Underground Culture to the Culture of
Resistance."  No, I don't have anything against whoever called this 
round table that isn't round that.  The problem is that word that is repeated:
"CULTURE." So many things fit there that, even though we are restricting
them to the limits imposed by the words "Underground" and "Resistance,"
they would not do for a round table, no matter how square it might be, 
but rather for a great intercontinental encuentro that would last for light
years, without even including the time taken up in arranging the microphone, 
greeting the raza, or in staying asleep because someone has decided 
that culture can also be boring and has set about demonstrating it.

Having said that, I am not going to talk to you about underground 
culture, nor about the culture of resistance, nor about the bridge that most
certainly joins them.  In addition to leaving the issue for those who 
are accompanying us at that table that we are calling round even knowing 
that it is square, I will avoid making myself appear ridiculous and I will be
able to conceal my encyclopedic ignorance on this subject.  As the 
greatest and well-loved Don Durito of La Lacandona would say, "There is no 
problem sufficiently great that it cannot be pondered upon."  I would add to 
those wise words that cause the action and the commitment, "nor is there a 
round table that is not square."

I know that you are all anxious to know what in the hell I'm going to 
talk about then.  More than one of you might be asking if the guitar I have 
by my side means that I'm going to play a song, one of those that are so
honorably played in the Mexico of below, which we all are.

But no, I'm not going to play any songs.  The guitar is for the surprise
appearance we're going to make tomorrow, October 27, 1999, with "Rage
Against the Machine," "Aztlán Underground" and "Tijuana NO" at the 
Sports Palace.  Well, that's if they don't censor us first, or if the law 
doesn't show up, in which case the concert will be held in the prison closest to
your hearts.

And, I'm going to be sincere with you, this entire initial litany has 
been to use up time, because the organizers made it quite clear to me that I 
was to speak for some 20 minutes, and I believe that 20 minutes are too long 
to say that I'm not going to speak to you about underground culture, nor 
about the culture of resistance, nor about the relationship between the one 
and the other.

You know?  We are guerreros.  Some very otherly guerreros, but, at the 
end of the day, some guerreros.  And we guerreros know a few things.  And 
among the few things that we know, we know about weapons.

So, better that I talk to you about weapons.  Specifically, I'm going to
talk to you about the weapon of resistance.

We, besides being guerreros, are Mexican indigenous.  We live in the
mountains of the Mexican Southeast, which is turning out to be the last
corner of this country.  We live like the majority of the indigenous in
Mexico live, that is, very badly.

Our homes have dirt floors, our walls are of sticks or mud, and our 
roofs are of laminate, cardboard or grass.  One single room serves for 
kitchen, dining room, bedroom, living room and hen-house.  Our foods are, 
basically, maize, beans, chili, and the vegetables that grow in the garden.  For
medicine we have some little popular pharmacy, poorly stocked.  Doctors? 

In our dreams.  The school, if it is not being occupied by the 
government's soldiers, is a hall, where up to 4 different groups of students coexist 
at the same time, and who are not very numerous, because our children start
working when they're very small, between 4 and 5 years old, the women
carrying wood, grinding maize, washing clothes and taking care of their
younger brothers and sisters;  when they're between 10 and 12, the boys, 
to the mountain, taking care of the livestock, carrying wood, working the
fields, the coffee plantations or the pasture.  Our lands are poor in 
two senses:  they are poor because they are ours, who are poor as a matter 
of course.  And they are poor because they yield little in the way of 
harvest. We have only mud and rocks, the finqueros have the good lands.  The
livestock and coffee that we sell to make money, we sell to the coyotes,
who are a kind of intermediary, who pay us up to 10 times less than the
price of our products in the market.  And, so, our work, in addition to
being hard, is badly paid.

However, even though we live like most of the indigenous population in 
the country, that is, in poverty, we do not live the same as most of the
indigenous population.  Our poverty is the same as the poverty of the
others, but it is different, it is "other" poverty.  We are poor because
that is what we chose.  From the beginning of our uprising, they have
offered us everything to get us to sell ourselves, to surrender.

If we had done so, if we had surrendered, if we had sold ourselves, we
would now have good houses, good schools, hospitals, machinery for 
working the land, better prices for our products, good food.

But we chose not to sell ourselves, we chose not to surrender.  Because 
it so happens that we are indigenous and we are also guerreros.  And 
guerreros are guerreros because they are fighting for something.  And we, the
zapatistas, are fighting for good homes, good food, good health, a good
price for our work, good lands, good education, respect for the culture,
the right to information, liberty, independence, justice, democracy and
peace.  Yes, we are fighting for all of that, but for everyone, not just
for ourselves.  That is why we zapatistas are guerreros, because we want
"For everyone, everything, nothing for ourselves."

If we had surrendered, if we had sold ourselves, we would no longer have
been poor, but others would have continued to be so.

Good, but you are asking yourselves:  Where is the weapon that this
handsome, attractive, nice guerrero was going to talk to us about?  I'll
tell you now.

It happened that, when they saw that we were not surrendering, that we 
were not selling ourselves, the government began attacking us in order to 
force us to surrender and to sell ourselves.  They offered us many things, 
money, projects, aid, and, if we rejected them, they became angry and they
threatened us.  That is how we came to understand that, by refusing to
accept government aid, by resisting, then, we made the powerful angry.  
And there is nothing a zapatista guerrero likes more than making the 
powerful angry.  And so, with singular joy we dedicated ourselves to resisting, 
to saying "no," to transforming our poverty into a weapon.  The weapon of
resistance.

Almost 6 years of war have now spoken with that weapon, with it we have
resisted more than 60,000 soldiers, war tanks, bomber aircraft, 
artillery helicopters, cannons, machine guns, bullets and grenades.  With it, we 
have resisted the lie.

If you would like me to sum it up, I would tell you that we made 
ourselves soldiers like that so that one day soldiers would no longer be 
necessary, as we also remain poor, so that one day there will no longer be poverty. 

This is what we use the weapon of resistance for.

Obviously, it is not the only weapon we have, as is clear from the metal
that clothes us.  We have other arms.  For example, we have the arm of 
the word.  We also have the weapon of our culture, of our being what we are. 

We have the weapon of music, the weapon of dance.  We have the weapon of
the mountain, that old friend and compańera who fights along with us, 
with her roads, hiding places and hillsides, with her trees, with her rains,
with her suns, with her dawns, with her moons...

We also have the weapons that we carry by nature, but it is not the time 
to be going around punning, much less now, when you've all become very
serious.  And, in order to chase away your seriousness, I'm going to 
tell you a joke, no, don't believe it or be frightened, I'm not going to tell
you a joke, better that we leave that to Zedillo, who, as president, is
nothing but a bad joke.  No, better that I go on to the next issue that 
I'm going to talk to you about.

Music and Resistance.  Notably Rock, but not just rock.  Notably music
groups, but not just music groups.  I mean, not just what we see and 
listen to, but also what makes our seeing and listening possible.  Because the
raza gets down when it listens to Rage Against the Machine, to Aztlán
Underground, to Tijuana No.  Or to "Durito Against the Sup" (which is a
group that's going to be formed if Durito keeps on giving me whooping
cough).

Where was I?  Ah yes!  That the raza gets down when it listens to a good
music group, and then one feels ones bones and muscles being controlled 
by nothing other than the heart and one starts moving, shaking, jumping, a
little step here and another little step there, getting together, a 
"prexta pa la orquestra" (I already know that everyone is thinking: son of a 
bitch, the Sup is talking like a pachuco from the Tin Tan or Piporro films, 
but, whatever, raza) well, they dance then, and they don't think about those 
who are making it possible for that group to be listened to, and that we 
have a place and a reason to dance.  For example, the other day I was listening 
to some cuts from a group that plays heavy heavy (since it so happens that 
I am "educating my ear," because before the war I was just into folk 
dances and polkas, ajua) and  just zapatistas and it happens that I took a look 
at the introduction to the cassette or to the compact disc, and I read that
there are tons of people involved, in addition to those who play it, and 
I believe the musicians do recognize the work of all these people, but 
those of us who are listening or dancing just don't.  For example, here we are 
in the self-named "Alicia MultiForum" and here is Zack, Yaotl, Pineda, the
compa from Punk Anarchy, Elorriaga, and this video that you are being
forced to watch and listen to, because what you wanted was to listen to
Zack and Yaotl, and not talking exactly, but partying with a song.  
Good, I said here we are in this place, and whoever organized this round table 
that is square, whoever or whatever is responsible for the sound being heard
well or badly, whoever takes care of this building, whoever keeps it 
going, whoever opened this space so that you and we could meet, whoever then. 
There it is.  We don't have any idea.  No way, their place is to in the
background.  But, then, I'm proposing to you, for all those people who 
are back there, that we give them a round of applause that can be heard even 
in the back, and don't leave them out, because, if not, neither round 
table, nor square, nor concert, nor maiz palomas naranjas dridas que jais de la
guirinais.  Applaud, then.

(Applause continues)

(If the applause takes a while, push "stop" on the video, because, if 
not, I'm going to continue and no one can fight me).

All done now?  Good, then the subject was, what is Music and Resistance. 

But, as I already explained before, as far as music goes I'm just
do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si, and I still get it wrong, but we are a bit smart
about resistance.  The fact is that zapatismo and rock bring and carry
something, because, if not, what are Zack and Yaotl and I doing here
(because I'm also a rocker, but an "old-fashioned" one), sitting at a 
round table which, as everyone has seen, is square.

Good.  If we say that zapatismo "rebounded" in rock groups and in that 
way produced its "other" and "different" effect, I believe we would be being
unfair.  We are talking about groups with a long tradition of social
commitment and professional independence.  What happened?  Who knows. 
Perhaps many round tables are necessary, even though they be square, in
order to look at the issue of rock and zapatismo.

Perhaps what happened is there was a meeting.  There were words that 
met, but, above all, there were, and are, feelings that met.  If there are 
songs from these groups that could easily appear to be communiques, and if 
there are communiques that could be lines to songs, it is not by virtue of who 
is writing them, no, it is because they are saying the same thing, they are
reflecting the same thing, that underground "other," which, by being
"different," organizes itself in order to resist, in order to exist.

Because it is not just the zapatistas who are guerreros of resistance. 
There are many groups (and there are several gathered together here) who
have also made a weapon of resistance, and they are using it.  And there
are all, there are indigenous, there are workers, there are women, there
are homosexuals, there are lesbians, there are students, there are young
people.  Above all there are young people, men and women, who name their
own identities:  "punk," "ska," "goth," "metal," "trasher," "rapper,"
"hip-hopper" and "etceteras."  If we look at what they all have in 
common, we will see that they have nothing in common, that they are all
"different." They are "others."  And that is exactly what we have in
common, that we are "other," and "different."  Not only that, we also 
have in common that we are fighting in order to continue being "other" and
"different," and that is what we are resisting for.  And we are "other" 
and "different" to the powerful, or we are not like they want us to be, but
rather just as we are. 

And what we are - far from wanting to impose its being on the "other" or
"different" - seeks its own space, and, at the same time, a space of
meeting.  The "punks" don't go around on a campaign demanding that all
young people be "punks," nor do the "ska," or the "goths," or the 
"metal," or the "trashers," or the rappers, or, certainly, the indigenous. 
Nonetheless.  The Power does indeed want us to be how they want us to 
be, want us to dress according to the style the Power dictates, want us to 
talk the way he says, want us to eat what he sells, want us to consider
beautiful and lovely what he considers beautiful and lovely, even want 
us to love and hate the way he establishes that love and hate should be.  
And not just that, the Power also wants us to do all this on our knees and 
in silence, without going around jumping, without shouts, without 
indigenous uprisings, well-mannered.  That is why the Power has armies and police, 
to force those who are "other" and "different" to be the same and 
identical.

But the "other" and "different" are not looking for everyone to be like
they are.  As if each one is saying that everyone has his own way or his
own thing ( I don't know how that's said now) and, in order for this to 
be possible, it is not enough to just be, you also must always respect the
other.  The "everyone doing his own thing" is double:  it is affirmation 
of difference, and it is respect for the other difference.  When we say we 
are fighting for respect for our "different" and "other" selves, that 
includes fighting for respect for those who are also "other" and "different," who
are not like ourselves.  And it is here where this entire resistance
movement - called "underground" or "subterranean," because it takes 
place among those of below and underneath institutional movements - meets
zapatismo. 

And this meeting is a meeting between guerreros and guerreras, among 
those who make resistance a weapon, and who fight with it in order to be what
they are, in order to exist.

Or, when zapatistas say "we want a world where many worlds fit," they 
are not discovering anything new, they are simply saying what the "other" 
and "different" who walk the worlds of below have already said.

We zapatistas say "I am as I am and you are as you are, we are building 
a world where I can be, without having to cease being me, where you can 
be, without having to stop being you, and where neither I nor you force 
another to be like me or like you.  Or, as when the zapatistas say "a world 
where many worlds fit," they are saying, more or less, "everyone does his own
thing."

And, before you start putting on airs, I'll go on to another subject on 
the same subject.

Because it so happens then that, because we are different, we are the 
same. We are the same persecuted, the same despised, the same beaten, the same
imprisoned, the same disappeared, the same assassinated.  And it is not
ours who are persecuting, despising, beating, imprisoning, assassinating
us.  It is not even the "others" from below.  It is the Power and their
names.  And our crimes are not stealing, beating, assassinating, 
insulting. Nor is our crime being "other" and "different."  No, our crime is in 
being so, and in being proud of being so.  Our crime - which in the Power's 
penal code merits the death penalty - is the struggle we are making to 
continue being "other" and "different."  If we were "other" and "different"
shamefully, in hiding, guiltily, betrayed by ourselves, trying to be, or  to
appear to be, what the Power wants us to be or to appear to be, then 
they would give us an indulgent and pitying little pat, and they would tell 
us that "they are things of youth, you will get over it with age."  For the
Power, the medicine against rebellion is time, "since it will go away 
with age."

Lie, what the Power is not saying is what is behind "that age" that it
assumes will cure and do away with youthful rebellion.  Hours, months,
years of blows, of insults, of jails, of deaths, of rapes, of 
persecutions, of neglect, a machinery working to "cure us" if we stop being what we 
are and if we turn ourselves into servile beings, or which will eliminate us 
if we insist on being what we are, without regard to calendar, birthdays or
the date on the birth certificate. 

And so, then, we are all transgressors of the law.  Because there is a 
law in this system that kills and silences those who are "other" and
"different."  And, by living, by shouting, by talking, that is, by being
rebels, we are transgressing that law, and we are, automatically,
criminals.

And these criminals that we are, we live in a rebel reality, where
resistance is bridge for us to meet, recognizing our difference and our
equality.  And rock is also like a bridge over which those realities 
walk in order to meet.

In what way is rock mirror and crystal for this very "other" and
"different" reality?  The truth is, I do not know and I do not 
understand. I look at and listen to groups like Rage Against the Machine and Tijuana 
NO (to mention just those who are participating in tomorrow's concert, but
knowing that there are many others, and that all of them are good - as
musicians and as human beings), and I ask myself why do they do what 
they do, say what they say, and play what they play.  I believe it would be
better for them to tell us what goes on with them.  Perhaps it so 
happens that they are also asking themselves why we zapatistas are doing what we
are doing, saying what we are saying and playing what we are playing
(although, when it comes to rock, we are fairly useless.  "Useless.":  
How about that?  A good name for a group or for a song.  "Useless," like 
that, with no qualifiers, so that everyone fits, men, women, and those who are
neither men nor women, but who are).

And, the reason for this video is to answer why we zapatistas are doing
what we are doing, saying what we are saying and playing what we are
playing, but, since I've gone over the 20 minutes I had, it will remain
open.  At best, what I said earlier might help in finding the answer.

Sale, then, raza, banda, compas, chompiras, valedores, neros, gueyes, 
or, as that international philosopher who is now dressing as a pirate, 
Durito, says, "everyone doing his own thing."

Then, Elorriaga's thing shall follow, who will, in his turn, tell us 
whose thing is to follow, Bellinghausen's, Zack's, Yaotl's, Pineda's, the 
compa from Punk Anarchy's, or I don't know whose thing then, because, because
they might have put me in the middle (which would be in verrrry bad 
taste), or left me to the end, so that the raza would already be asleep and
wouldn't have to hear the outrageous things I'm saying here.

Vale.  Salud and (like it says on the cover of that fanzine that has the
good taste to call itself "ZUPterraneo"), and with such a thing, 
"something doesn't smell right," which means something like "there are things and 
then there are things."  Salud!

>From the mountains of the Mexican Southeast

The Sup, tuning up his guitar for the "special appearance."

Mexico, "other" and "different," October of 1999.