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The Center for Inmigrants Rights, 10 Años de lucha
Artista: Juan Sánchez (Nueva York, Estados Unidos, 1954)
Fecha: 1991
Dimensiones:
impresión: 18 9/16 × 22 in. (47.1 × 55.9 cm)
soporte: 20 1/16 × 24 1/16 in. (51 × 61.1 cm)
Medio: offset
Donación:
Juan Sánchez
Número de objeto: 3.2016.0967
Descripción
El cartel anuncia los Diez Años de Lucha, del Center for Immigrants Rights, (Centro para los derechos del Inmigrante) 1981-1991. Al centro se incluye una fotografía, por Martin Kenneth, de una madre con su bebé en la falda. Al fondo se observan otras fotografías de marchas y movimientos de protesta. Sobre ellas se observan dibujos de flores amarillas. En el área inferior, sobre fondo negro, se incluye un texto de "Prisons of Silence”, de Janice Mirikitani, del texto Making Face, Making Soul, que lee: You who have been raped by greed, beaten by bloodly by oppression. The voice of reason silenced by assassins of truth, while the sin eaters in the palace nodded. I see a fire tree on the horizon flaming with the light of freedom. I hear their voices chanting a new song strong and demanding "Take my hands now and we will join them. Our tongues become livid with history and demands for reparations. No, we will not forget. Our tongues are sharp like blades. We overturn furrows of secrecy. Yes, we will harvest justice and yes, the struggle continues on with our stampede of voices. We heal our tongues. We listen to ourselves. We ignite the syllables of our names. We give testimony. We soar from these walls of silence.
El cartel anuncia los Diez Años de Lucha, del Center for Immigrants Rights, (Centro para los derechos del Inmigrante) 1981-1991. Al centro se incluye una fotografía, por Martin Kenneth, de una madre con su bebé en la falda. Al fondo se observan otras fotografías de marchas y movimientos de protesta. Sobre ellas se observan dibujos de flores amarillas. En el área inferior, sobre fondo negro, se incluye un texto de "Prisons of Silence”, de Janice Mirikitani, del texto Making Face, Making Soul, que lee: You who have been raped by greed, beaten by bloodly by oppression. The voice of reason silenced by assassins of truth, while the sin eaters in the palace nodded. I see a fire tree on the horizon flaming with the light of freedom. I hear their voices chanting a new song strong and demanding "Take my hands now and we will join them. Our tongues become livid with history and demands for reparations. No, we will not forget. Our tongues are sharp like blades. We overturn furrows of secrecy. Yes, we will harvest justice and yes, the struggle continues on with our stampede of voices. We heal our tongues. We listen to ourselves. We ignite the syllables of our names. We give testimony. We soar from these walls of silence.
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