On the day of the Honduran journalist

By: Carlos Zelaya Herrera

"I do not agree with what you say, but I will defend with my life your right to express it".Voltaire (1694-1778).French philosopher.

For those fallen in the exercise of journalism

and whose inquisitor voices and looks observe us from the back of a tombstone off, more quiet because they cry out because the hateful impunity is over that does not let us rest quietly.

I did not know some, others were not even my friends and some more, perhaps most of them, lent their knowledge to hide the truth.

Things that I do not share but much less will I share the brutality of the system that silence the dissonant voices of this sad reality called Honduras.

I love journalism because it is an instrument to educate and tell the truth, no matter the cost but always the truth.

I reflect grateful to journalists like David Romero, Johnny Lagos, Esdras Amado López, at the time;With radio progress and a few means to whose work I joined through the Internet to break the media siege imposed in the country by the corporate press than before telling the truth, he preferred to associate with the darkest and darkest and harmful power groups to theinterests of the homeland and our people.

I remember days, after the assonated coup of that infamous day, in which we reproduced in writing the transmissions of Radio Globo on the brutal police-military repression and the death squads against the people in resistance in resistance.

I always watched the internet visits indicator and how relieved I felt knowing that the world was finding out about the reality we suffered since that date;There were occasions that Il indicator of balloon visits showed that more than half a million people in the world listened to the radio at that time.

Today, we continue to raise that flag of dignity and selfless attachment to the truth;If I fear something in this life, it is to lie because it is at that time that I believe in Jesus and in the way we see sin, if it is nothing more than in lies, truth, theft, crime and lackof sensitivity towards others.

26 years after exercising this profession I can say that I have never benefited from it, that I would never use my position to build a base of political support that contribute to materialize personal, individualistic ambitions and therefore arrival bordering on selfishness in selfishness.

That if some of this exercise changed my life was the coup d'etat of June 28, 2009;That day I signed in my consciousness my adhesion to the rupture of the media siege and the eternal attachment to the civil and political freedoms of my people.

I hug my classmates HN because they have the courage to open and sustain that trench of the free game of ideas, of critical thinking at a time in history and in geographical point where to tell the truth is an act of revolution, something soWell described by the great thinker George Orwell.

To the fallen communicators, to the brave who always say the truth and never twist the neck to deny it, manipulate or misrepresent facts, details, contexts and junctures, go the samples of my sincere respect and appreciation for keeping my forehead high and the faceTo receive the always fresh wind of freedom, justice and law.