sexta-feira, 13 de março de 2009

*Bloodshed by Stages*

*Bloodshed by Stages*

“*The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors.” (Chief* Seattle of the Suquamish and the Duwamish, in 1855)

The present manifest is addressed to RPM-Kinross Chief Executive Officers and their mining agent representatives.

Let us remind you that you have already mutilated or buried down three vital creeks in Paracatu and now we understand you are getting ready to bury down the three most important affluents of the Santa Rita river as well – in order to build a new, larger tailings dam.

THIS IS A WARNING LETTER, be aware that the Santa Rita River is family to us. Do not touch it! Do not disturb Little Rita, as we put it! This is “family matters” to the great family of Paracatu. We shall not tolerate any of you to annihilate another brother or sister of ours - sentencing us to die of thirst.

Do not damp your trash into our waters because this will cause another bloodshed. Whatever happens to the Santa Rita River shall happen to people, because everything is connected.

What good is blood stained gold?

We request you to withdraw the instalation license application for the new Machadinho Valley tailings dam. We demand a joint discussion for alternative technical solutions and construction site.

If an agreement is not to be reached, the mining activities will have to be ceased for once and for good.

We repeat it, THIS IS A WARNING LETTER, and it is addressed to you in the same spirit of Chief Seattle’s letter, as reproduced below.

Paracatu, march 13, 2009
The Alerta Paracatu team

*Chief Seattle of the Suquamish and the Duwamish upon the sale of his land, in 1855 (Chief Seattle's Letter)*

"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.

If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep
it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth.

All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.

When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us.

As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you.”

Sergio Ulhoa Dani
Reserva do Acangaú, zona rural
Caixa postal 123
38.600-000 Paracatu MG
(+55 38) 9913-4457
(+55 38) 9966-7754