Today’s photos come with some beautiful text. Oscar B. Castillo wrote the following words and took the series of pictures you will find at this link.
A chronicle of the freedom fighting in Kashmir.
Kashmir: I found myself in the middle of that disputed, controversial piece of ground. It is another one of those magic places where the daily landscape should be defined by it’s natural beauty, but instead is carved by blood and fire. I was lost in my first face to face contact with the Muslim world. A virtually unknown world where I was born and a misunderstood world in my adoptive home.
In between the Temples and Mosques, I tried to understand the conflict with its invasion of half million Indian soldiers, its 10,000 missing persons, 90,000 murders, and its normalization of sexual violence. I tried to wrap my head around its innocent blood, its guilty blood, and its undefined blood. In most cases the beautiful landscape is the only objective witness to this excess in violence.
In Kashmir freedom sounds great but is far away, peace is a “never”, and war is “not always”. Sometimes without war but never with peace. There are always periods of tension, conflicts, aftermaths of conflict, truces, the signing of treaties, conventions and agreements, but there is never peace, much less justice. Justice must go far beyond the punishment of criminals and it must aim to guarantee the respect of human rights and life. It must be a justice that tells the thousands of orphans that their experience will not be repeated indefinitely and they won´t have to be the next vendetta martyrs of a endless fight.
Real justice for all, not that mid-night “justice” where the suspect is surprised in the middle of a dream, and blindfolded and handcuffed is taken to an unknown destiny. Not that “justice” that opens fire over its people demonstrating for food and work, for respect and the right to self determination. Not that “justice” that sometimes smiles but takes any opportunity to beat, shoot and put those in jail that ask for independence.