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imagine that you arrive at your office to your
work to the place where you
give part of your life on many
occasions with passion to get ahead
imagine that one morning you arrive and the
door is open and there are residues of
an explosion maybe soot traces of
burns in the entrance the
destroyed steel curtain some furniture with
damage with holes and dents
imagine that the amazement widens your eyes
the heartbeats increase and the poles are
flooded with sweat
the lips tremble because when reviewing
that war scene they find remnants
of an explosive device one or two
40-millimeter caliber fragmentation grenades
the steel shell the
fuse then everything begins to
clear up and after a few moments they
come to the conclusion that their office
their work was the victim of an attack a
cowardly and atrocious attack
imagine only
because I hope it doesn't happen to them and because it
was what happened to us in
September 2009, that of getting to
work jo find destroyed furniture to
be the victim of an attack and release the
air in a short time fermented that air
that indicates I am safe to
know that the reporters secretaries
photographers directors are not really
so many of the weekly riverodoce they
were not there because the attack was
around the two hours and it only
caused material damage you let loose the air
and you say this is about exercising
freedom of expression for doing your
job for being passionate about believing in
journalism for doing journalism
at that time we had more than 200
editions and in each edition at least one
or two strong investigative work
each of these reports could be
a line of investigation that nobody
followed because there were no investigations because
the government is an accomplice and is involved
with the frameworks or subordinate to the
marq who can be held responsible for this
attack in an armed society taken over
for the narco with soldiers parading
through the streets as in an eternal
November 20 and p olicías surrendered and
accomplices
I did not study journalism but I
have always been interested in the human and what happens in
cities like culiacán or xalapa
chilpancingo or laredo human beings
people have been at the center of
my texts they are my greatest input the sap
of my stories this
concern reflected a warm look at my
stories published in river 12 and the
day in the drug trafficking chronicles
i became a reporter on television at the
point of chingazos falling and getting
up and sometimes I didn't know what to ask
something to interview but I gradually
found my the path of the people
in the center their habits and public rituals the
public life the street the
collective transport the testimonies that
heroism without medals of the people from
below the neighborhoods the neighborhoods the
lost areas of the city I
lasted there about 8 years and then
I resigned to go to the Northwest newspaper,
I did it knowing that I was going to earn
about 10% that I earned on television,
but with I try because I was faced with the
opportunity to grow from doing
bland and inoffensive official journalism
of almost all the television stations in the country
the boring notes seem the same
only with new data and quotation marks
like a mold that has to be filled
every day but I don't see life beats
emotions and not even the elementary
exercise of basic description in
journalistic work
as we count so much death and so much life
in the midst of corpses perforated
with good journalism, a human one in
which people are seen, not politicians
or powerful
rivers 12 has specialized in
drug trafficking coverage
we never set out to do so there is a phrase by
ismael bojórquez founding director of the
weekly that says we founded Ríodoce to
do journalism and period because doing
journalism is investigating going further
confirmed the sayings look higher
in search of the forest and not from the tree,
but in a region where all
roads lead to drug
traffickers, there is no way to evade the subject
one writes these stories or becomes
[ __ ] is a kind of condemnation in
regions where all roads
lead long as a journalist it is not
possible to write about gardens at
sunset the wonderful women the
rivers the sale of vehicles
agriculture while in
the streets of the city people fall
dead, perforated and bleeding, in the midst
of injustice, impunity, the terror
spread by those who pull the trigger of
the ak-47s called goat horns, it is
shameful to reproduce the discourse of the
powerful that it does not happen
nothing that there is democracy and freedom and
rule of law if the authority
has no concern about applying the law if
sandra luz fernández a mother of a
family and activist who was looking for her
son édgar while selling
avon products was shot to death
in culiacán and the person responsible for his
death goes free for lack of evidence
if there is no justice and oblivion gains space
as a guide keep silence
in rio 12 we have opted not to count the
dead, the so-called executionometer, but
to tell stories I have preferred to tell
stories of life in the midst of death
giving the victims their first and last names
write about their dreams and loves and
hates and illusions
ask the children of the
disappeared and the widowed wives of
the states
I see myself searching through the rubble
after the storm after the
8.5 magnitude earthquake the rattle of the
machine guns the rain of bullets the
remains of life the spoils what remains
of what we were and we are in these
towns and cities whose facades
sidewalks and streets are stained with
blood
exercise this right to write these
stories so that people are
informed the right to freedom of
expression so that people know how to
risk their lives and what route to take continue to
evade projectiles and checkpoints and
luxury trucks is a task that is barely
possible in impossible conditions to
do journalism in the at the mouth of the wolf with
the enemy at home the narco as a neighbor
as the father of the kids who go
to school with our children with their uncle or
nephew or cousin involved in
the drug business
is an explosive combination between
some crazy intelligence and prudence of
informative approval ethics
responsibility and professionalism
something like driving a car
pressing the brake and the accelerator at the
same time
investigating a story, for example, must
have the background that one
knows that pizza floor has
context information and knows who is in charge the
city and with whom you deal with the
police knowing if the capo can be called
by his nickname or by his name one
thing or another can be the difference
between life and
death what we are talking about
and learning to locate which part of the
history is not going to be published to continue
writing
that part of history that censorship
will not be cancelled, but rather suspended, stored
in old data, that censorship is an exercise of
survival, not of political control, it is
an intelligent act of self-cutting
that can keep us alive to
continue telling these links of
tragedy
now I remember a good friend of mine she
had been a journalist she had two children
and married a soldier with whom I had a
certain closeness she was my friend one of
those who leave an eternal notch in
your heart
karina sold expensive products, perfumes and
jewelry and had several
drug dealers and their wives as clients she
often told me to take care of myself that there were many
low cost scumbags in the streets those
who found it easy and even pleasant to
kill told me a lot my love
if I find out that they are going to kill you I will
notify you so that you leave the city
of the state of the country at that moment with
your passport in hand you go to the
airport yes I found out she told me if I know
they want to kill you
and they killed her and her husband
many valuable people have died and not
necessarily because they were journalists
but because of their pr eoccupation in the face of
insecurity and violence for
brave media and good journalism
this is the price for freedom of
expression for seeking a better society,
one that is informed and that has
honest governments this is the price and it
is a very high one that there is no end or
numbers we have regressed so much in
this that we take care of what is published there is a
lot of information we hide it to
continue writing
this is a past that hurts that they sculpt
my wounds just by remembering their
fidelity to good journalism their
closeness to their closeness to riverodoce your
friendship with me but also a present,
a valuable ongoing struggle in which
many of us are engaged despite
snares like the one in which a former
soldier from the ministerial police went to
my house, your house, to
threaten me to take photos of the house of
I don't know about my car,
I had published about his excesses,
the abuses, the death threats to a
journalist from Los Mochis, a few months later he was
murdered swum after being caught in the middle of
the struggle between two criminal groups
of the sinaloa cartel in 2008
when that happened i wasn't happy but i was
able to release the enervated cloudy
terrified insomniac air for feeling in danger
of death
one feels like a sleepwalker an
acrobat of journalism
juggling not to remain silent to
remain silent and one shouts at the
rallies the protests will not silence us
in reality they already did so they
already entered the newsroom and they
half or totally silenced us like in
tamaulipas or in sinaloa or in chihuahua they
already rule and We are not the ones who
type on the computers
when making the notes,
they are the ones who choose the letters, the
words, the paragraphs and photos of
our stories. I
remember that there was an accident in
Culiacán and it could have been just
another car mishap,
but in that accident there was one person
dead and another who would have been
paraplegic
a camaro-type sports car
crashed with about 10 vehicles
parked in a city park
those who came in the camaro had
ingested alcohol at least they were
speeding and also collided
with those who were driving along one of the
streets in a south near a park
in this vehicle a left-handed nissan type and
a young married couple he was killed there
pressed and she came out alive but due to
serious injuries when I investigated I found out
who was in the sports vehicle and
I found out who was the owner who had
gone to rescue them
but his friends and that they were
the ones in charge who it crashed they
did nothing for the injured I published
the story and followed up on it in two or
three publications plus the woman a
young woman who was not over 30 died
after a long agony and they
told me through an envoy that I should
stop investigate because if they didn't they were going
to kill me
and I'd stop writing it's frustrating you
feel impotent annoyed
but I had gotten there and I
couldn't do more
in mexico c it is increasingly difficult to do
journalism these are convulsive violent times
and galloping decadence and
a frightening decomposition that does not
allow a dignified life and if the country
does not have conditions for a dignified life
- to do journalism
at the end of last year I published my most
recent long book journalism it was
time to get the stories out because the
book was supposed to and the printing but just
when I wanted to put an end to it,
new cases of journalists
murdered or disappeared or threatened came up
I thought there is no way to put an
end to a death that does not stop the
unpunished cases to the new scythe of
fatal censorship
this is a book with stories that
have no end it was difficult to close it and
deliver it to the editor even now it still hurts me to
have put an end to it
that is diluted and stained with blood and
pain
on the national scene those who used to
only what used to only happen in
some regions of sinaloa tamaulipas
michoacán or veracruz the journalist h does
his work on a dream of many
quicksand edges and various
snares on one side the drug traffickers who
rule the newsroom on the other side the
politicians and rulers
many of them promoted and sponsored
by criminals who are intolerant if
they have no political culture or culture of
media and that usually respond with
threats and repression to the media and
uncomfortable journalists
unfortunately many of the owners
of the media are
businessmen linked to the government or
involved in criminal operations such
as money laundering
all of them respond by quashing
freedom of expression they dictate what what
should be published and what they do not
take away from uncomfortable reporters to
replace them with docile and
corrupt ones and get involved in
various businesses associated with
government figures to become untouchable in
this environment journalists and
brave and dignified journalism are more
fragile and vulnerable
In addition, there is a society that does not cover ha
that does not accompany courageous journalism
in mexico
this condition occurs above all in
media from different regions that is why
doing journalism in these conditions is
an act of resistance to exercise
freedom of expression in the face of many
threats many journalists have a
drug spy in the newsrooms
are either threatened by criminals
inside and outside the government and they seem to
type the stories with an
automatic rifle pointing them
in many cases for these
brave journalists who risk it
self-censorship is no longer an act of
political and government control but an
exercise in resistance and survival
so we move we are these many threatening edges on
the other side of the five
blacks of the ak-47s in a scenario
in which during 2016
a journalist was murdered every month and in the six-year term
of javier duarte in veracruz there were
19 communicators killed violently
and another as many are missing
this 2017 in March there were 3
reporters murdered in mexico
among them my partner and friend
miroslava breach bildu
who was shot eight times when she was
leaving her house in a message left by
the murderers she said by long tongue
and yes that's what all
brave journalists in this country are doing
this journalism of acrobats we have
long tongues that they kill us all if the
sentence for doing this journalism is
death it
is inevitable to feel that one dies
even a little when there are this type
of murders of mine as we called
miroslava she was a correspondent for the day
in chihuahua like me in culiacán
feel their death nearby one says fail in
chihuahua
but
not really here centimeters away
from these fingers that write from those eyes
that read newspapers of those stories
that without journalists we would not know
if they die and we die
too entire society suffers amputations of
ears and eyes and hands that criticize,
denounce, investigate and publish in the
The media
is not just another journalist, it
is a society of wounds in the death
of each journalist, that is the
automatic cheap death around the
corner, which in many regions has become
normalized, is assumed as something everyday
and normal, or resist dodging bullets.
knowing how to take two steps back and
bring lyrics and stories and
investigations to bear or abandon everything and
flee or seek asylum in the United States and other
European countries as Alejandro
Hernández Pacheco did, the
television reporter in Torreon Coahuila who had
to seek asylum in USA where he started
as a garbage collector or waiter or
cleaning Americans' patios and gardens
and now he is once again a
cameraman for a television station in that
country,
there are some 250 journalists who have
requested asylum from the US government in recent years
because in Mexico the
hiding places because life is all
they have left because they have dignity and
family and writing is like breathing and not or
doing it is another way of dying
you cannot be a journalist of silence
because then you are not a journalist it is
important to know what you cannot
publish or when to stop so as not to
lose your life but never remain
silent
locate that part of the story keep
writing hide it huáscar saving it
postponing not canceling it is also a
way of resisting to survive we are
talking about a citizen exercise of a
social right of a human right
of freedom of expression to exercise it
through the blogs of the
social networks of banners and shouts in the
streets of silence that injure ears and
throats is not a matter for
journalists but for all citizens
and we must defend it and the best way
to do it is by exercising it, it is a
citizen's right a human right and it
is worth it in such dark and
convulsive times raise the
written and spoken word that many want to
take away from us to impose silence
for me
d to stop writing is to die is to stop
walking, to feel, to experience
life, silence is a form of complicity
and death and I am neither an accomplice nor
am I dead,
thank you very much
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convulsive::adjective | Spocien Dictionary

convulsive

adjective

/kən'vəlsɪv/

affected by involuntary jerky muscular contractions; resembling a spasm

Type	Words
Synonyms	spasmodic, spastic
Derivation	convulse

convulsive motions.

convulsive::adjective | Spocien Dictionary

convulsive

adjective

/kən'vəlsɪv/

resembling a convulsion in being sudden and violent

Type	Words
Derivation	convulse

a convulsive rage.

convulsive laughter.

How to pronounce convulsive in Spanish?

convulsive::adjective | Spocien Dictionary

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