He reminds me of a song I once wrote.
"Gordillo's reputation as a modern-day Robin Hood has grown
this summer after a series of "workers' marches" across southern
Andalucía saw followers raid food from two supermarkets and hand it to the
poor. Flash occupations of bank branches and an empty luxury country hotel have
kept his small Andalucian Workers' Union in the headlines as debate rages about
a style of direct action that attracts those seeking radical change to Spain's
current diet of soaring unemployment, recession and harsh austerity.
"The right likes to make out that we are a dangerous
bunch of criminals, a sort of modern Pancho Villa," bearded Gordillo said,
his trademark Palestinian-style keffiyeh scarf hanging in immaculate folds.
"But that is the same strategy as always. First they criminalise you and
then they try to get rid of you." After more than half a dozen arrests
over three decades spent fighting for the rights of landless Andalucian
labourers, 60-year-old Gordillo will not be easily put off his latest crusade." (Click here for the rest)
Click here for a song I once wrote
The secret word is Liberate
