Echo Of Surrender

By Pamela Ibarra

There are traitors among us.

Those who ignored the call of our ancestors and chose allegiance to white supremacy over liberation. They silenced their roots for acceptance, bowed beneath the master's boot, and called it pride. Pathetic. Loud in their delusion, proud in their betrayal. The echoes of our history mean nothing to backstabbing cowards. But our ancestors remember. So do we. And so will every soul you betrayed in your blind submission.

I don't blame you for being weak.

I don't blame you for being ignorant.

But I do blame you for being selfish—

for choosing comfort over community,

for turning your back when we needed your spine, for feeding your ego while we starved for truth. What does it feel like to be the weakest link in your lineage?

To be the fracture in the chain your ancestors forged with blood and fire.

¡Oh Patria querida! Que el cielo un soldado en cada hijo te dio ... does not apply to you. That verse was never meant for cowards!

Our revolutionaries fought with machetes and prayers. 

You? You rolled over and begged for scraps at the feet of your oppressors. You mistook submission for survival ...you are the echo of surrender.

By Pamela Ibarra