La Redota - Una Historia de Artigas Page #6

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They took it over.

Took it away from us.

Me and my family...

no one ever gave us anything.

Everything l have l earned working.

As long as inheritance exists,

it's going to be the same.

They'll inherit the land to their

children, and grand children.

We want freedom.

We must learn from

our natives.

They are teaching us how to live

in harmony with the meadow

for thousands of years.

Inheritance is immoral,

and unfair!

Inheritance delays

the advance of History!

We need to protect the

port of Maldonado!

All we produce and sell

goes trough it!

So, l broke my back working

all my life

for the sake of my children, and you

want to take my land away when l die!

Right! They need to

start all over again!

And what will be of my land?

Lt'll go to people like him!

Who's going to rule the

other provinces?

GoId... gold... gold!

GoId and siIver, that's what

we came here to find.

That was our EI Dorado,

the one we Iooted for.

And in exchange we gave them

the bIood of their own chiIdren.

The same land they have

is the one we should have...

more divided!

GoId... goId and more goId!

It's shining bIinded us,

and we didn't see it.

Without king, without a king,

who's going to rule overthem?

To defend our land!

As Artigas had toId me...

it was them.

The reaI weaIth of this Iand is...

this peopIe!

This mix! This chaos!

A muItitude of ideas, of contrasts!

Confused desires!

Dreams!

We all deserve to have

a piece of land.

Each one will do whatever he wants

with the inheritance.

I'm not going to work the land!

These ones over here are the ones

who will work the land!

Like this, they will work!

- Only one says he doesn't want

to work! - Yeah, yeah

- Who of us doesn't want to work?

- We do want to work!

But, how to get together aII

those dreams?

How to harmonize this chaos,

aII these desires?

Without the use offorce...

without the gaIlows?

Without bIoodshed?

How to do it without kiIIing

ourseIves in the process?

Here, we have the monarchy.

The House of Bourbon,

the one we served,

the one we fought for.

And we did it because we thought

it was the best system.

We didn't know any other.

Up to here there was only one

religion allowed.

And we thought all the rest

to be infidels.

And we thought that

would never change.

Up to here we believed

in a central government,

strong and almighty.

Here we have the woman.

Used by the man, only

allowed to speak whispering.

And we thought that

to be the truth.

Up to here we held the firm belief

that Europe and the settlers

knew betterthan our

aboriginal peoples

and so, had right over their lives.

Here we have the unfair world,

where one people work for others

who believe themselves superior.

And we thought it would never change.

Up to here, the world

as we know it!

Here lies the border!

But beyond that,

we know nothing!

HIS BOOKS:

And that's the world

we have to reinvent!

That's the world

we have to conquer!

Where the most unhappywill be

the most privileged!

And nobody is more

than anybody else!

La Redota!

No one is more than other!

Long live the Motherland!

REDOTA:

(Portuguese) General!

Aweapon, please!

Mercy!

Aweapon, please!

By God!

You go, Guzmn...

This Spaniard is a spy.

Sent by the Crown to kill Artigas.

His name is Caldern.

L have the proof there.

Months later, the artiguists and

BuenosAires forces...

laid siege to Montevideo

once again.

Spain, defeated, left that region

of South America for ever.

For a couple of years, Artigas ruled

a quarter of South America.

But, unyielding and betrayed, he had

to go to the exile in Paraguay.

There he lived on for thirty years.

There he died, forgotten.

Until many years later,

when the painter Blanes

brought him back from oblivion.

Gold...

GoId and more goId.

The reaI weaIth of this Iand is

this peopIe.

This peopIe.

And those civiIians?

It was them, this peopIe,

this mix, this chaos.

What's with these lice ridden folk?

The muItitude of ideas,

of contrasts...

This vulgar people!

But why is he in that wilderness?

Lt is his universe, Excellency.

Gauchos, indians, blacks,

women, creoles, horses, trees...

Where did you get this from?

From the material you took

to my studio, Excellency.

Those were the only portraits

contained there.

And here you have it.

All right, Blanes.

Now, it is no more.

It is gone. Disappeared.

I won't stand forthis

bullshit, Blanes!

He is the General of the Fatherland,

not some filthy rebel!

And l want that painting done

in a month!

One month Blanes.

VuIgar peopIe!

Lice ridden!

Lice ridden...

Bullshit...

General...

VuIgar peopIe...

VuIgar peopIe!

Reo-pIe...

Lice ridden!

FiIthy rebeI...

Vulgar.

FiIthy rebeI...

FiIthy rebeI... fiIthy rebeI...

Filthy rebel.

General... general...

Master...

Master...

REDOTA:

U!

U!

And this is the worId we

have to conquer!

Books...

His books...

Utopia!

HIS BOOKS:

UTOPIA:

"Utopia" by Thomas More

U!

General...

"Artigas in the Citadel of Montevideo"

By Juan Manuel Blanes (1884)

Today, thousands of reproductions

of this portrait of Artigas by Blanes

decorate schools, public

buildings, embassies, consulates...

While the one who inspired the painting,

the Artigas each one imagines

lives on in the hearts and minds

of all the Uruguayans.

Artigas - La Redota

President Mximo Santos, painted by Blanes

"The review of the troops", 1885 (detail)

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