“On behalf of the women, children, men, elders and other Zapatistas, I declare that the name of this land, which they now call Europe, will henceforth be called: SLUMIL K’AJXEMK’OP, which means “Insubmissive Land”. And this is how it will be known by locals and strangers alike as long as there is someone here who will not give up, who will not sell out and who will not give in.”
The obstacles of the supreme government and its ignorant, foolish and racist bureaucracy are outrageous. You might think that it is only bureaucracy, that you have the bad luck to run into someone who thinks he has power because he is behind a window, a desk, an office. But no, it is also something else, and it could be synthesized as follows: racism
From the mountains of southeast Mexico to the Europe(s) below and to the left, the Zapatistas intend not only to carry the seeds of their stories, but to return home with new ones. In the spirit of the brave EZLN delegation and the seeds that they sow, this is an account of the seeds being sown in Chiapas — seeds of biodiversity, seeds of knowledge, seeds of food sovereignty, and seeds of solidarity.