You Can Rest Now, Victor Jara.

Robert Lashley
2 min readNov 30, 2023

Notes on the demon kissinger* being gone, and one of his most agonizing foreign policy casualties.

I cede that my opinion about the song shouldn’t be centered, but IMO, cutting the ho chi min lyrics in the 2019 all-star remixes takes away the context of this song which brings me to tears, that it is an unanswered prayer for the leader to redeem his horribly corrupted soul, as unanswered prayer as Lorca’s and the Abraham Lincon Brigade’s were to Spain. It is an unanswered prayer to the American foreign policy that killed Jara, one of the greatest humanists in the history of world music, and 250 thousand of his Chilean citizens. It is an unanswered prayer to the chic rich bombing weathermen SDS houses who cared more about bombing daddy’s store, menacing redstocking sisters, and bullying poor kids who all but didn’t have a choice to go to war than building the community to effectively change American foreign policy.

The unbearableness in its beauty exists because horror exists, because apathy exists, because the golden calf of the ego exists, that enduring gyre that has destroyed so many revolutions by turning them into grift cults of personality. It existed in the student executions of the Castro regime and the execution of Lumumba and his democratically elected society by the United States government. It existed in the Rhodesian Terror of Ian Smith and the Zimbabwean terror of Robert Mugabe. It existed in the backed halls of horror that overlooked the ruins of Bosnia, and the graves on top of graves on top of the Sudan and St Petersberg. And If you, new anti-violence revolutionary, can’t include passion for the Oigurs with your passion for the Palestinians, can’t fight for the Congo, Cambodia, or Darfur the way you fight for Gaza, can’t do anything except virtue signal, bring more heat than light, tar people who fight on your side who are processing their own horrifically slaughtered, and dump pain on people who have been processing Israel and Palestine for generations longer than your weeks, then what is unbearable exists in you.

Thank god the demon kissinger* is gone, however. Victor can rest now.

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Robert Lashley

Writer. Author. Former Jack Straw and Artist Trust Fellow. The baddest ghetto nerd on the planet.