Socialist Resistance

An archive of socialistresistance.org, 2002–2022

"I want the truth! Liars!" he spat, "God damn those liars!"

Socialist Resistance no15  |  page 8

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station where two of the bombs

first to arrive. I have just interviewed a fifty two year old

and then It did for one Grandmother I spoke to who B arrived at the PP headquarters at 7 pm there were hundreds streaming from the metro and the road was already closed off. I met a woman, Marisol, who had been among the

The police moved in and demanded identification papers but backed off as hundreds more arrived. Now there were around five thousand, and rising, chanting: "We want the truth before we vote, Our Dead Your War"

continuous chant of "Liars.. Liars. Liars" followed by "Don't play with the Dead". More mobiles flashing -there were demonstrations outside the PP offices in all the big cities and spirits rose.

By the time I got home the neighbourhood of Lavapies was a cacophony of unbelievable noise and my ed two month old son was beginning to look overwhelmed. Balconies were full of protesting families. The square was a throng of clinking kitchen implements. Africans, Moroccans, Latin Americans, Spaniards, children and parents were banging their streets pots and pans. Some had soup spoons and one old man, arthritic fingers gripping an enormous ladle, pounded a plastic bin with

This might. tion wall. One lie too far: Aznar's support for Bush has cost his party its grip on power