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Paraguay Revolution

Diary Entries of Rebel Woman Consuela and Maria


Dear Diary,

Everyday, wake up at six, go out, work. Not now is it like that, now it’s all gunshots and death and sides to choose from. They well deserve it though. I used to work on my grandfather’s farm. That farm has been in my family as long as memory serves me right and I know it may not be much seeing how I’m only 18 and my grandfather bought it when he was in his forties, point still is that it’s ours. Our name, our profit. That’s my main reason for going out here and fighting against these Spanish people-they are taking away our profit. I work those hard hours not for them to come here from some goddamn piece of land across the ocean and tell me they are going to take my well-earned money. I am going to keep fighting until they leave and I’m going to give it all I have.

It’s a god given fact that no one likes their prize to be taken away from them when they have sweat their life out to earn it, and I can’t say that I don’t agree more. That’s the problem with the Spanish Rule. They think that because they have more money and more power, that they can just go ahead and break a sweat lifting up ink and a quill to sign a contract signing off my prize. Well diary let me tell you that unfortunately for them I will not let it play out that way. It’s completely un-rational and unfair. The government is supposed to be about the superiors helping out the poor. Helping out its nations citizens. What, do they not do that in Spain? Well that’s the way that it is going to be done in Paraguay.

-Consuela Gomez


Dear Diary,

I fight because I love my land.  I don't want these people taking over what is mine, what I have made and earned.  The only thing they have earned is our hate.  I want to fight, each day, I take my weaponry and I fight for what I have.  I choose to do this, because I know that these people are wrong for coming onto our private lands and killing our people.  It is not fair how we must suffer because the government is not doing their job.  They are supposed to help us, not fight against us.  We must fight.  We must take action.  Something must be done, and we are doing it as best we can.

-Maria Rodriguez


Dear Diary,

I killed someone today.

Maybe more. I didn’t see the rest. My eyes were too blurry to see through after. I cried, and I almost never cry, but I saw him fall. I saw the blood get soaked up by his coat and look brownish-reddish. I saw him tear apart his jacket with his bear hands, and clutch his chest. Earth’s ground felt his knees thump down on upon it. He looked around, he couldn’t find me, he didn’t know who shot him. I didn’t see into his eyes. But I don’t think I wanted to anyways, it’s already hard enough. I know he was from Spain but I had only grasped the idea of death, I hadn’t actually ever executed the plan.

End this, now please. I don’t want this to go on throughout my life. I want this to change because I hate killing people. Sure they still deserve it, but I just don’t want to be the one to do it and if miraculously I find a husband throughout this war and have kids, I don’t want them to live through what I am living through.  These are the things that will make us weak, and may become our demise.

And what if we fail? No, I can’t think that. I can’t let myself give in to those thoughts. Because with failure comes consequences and I really don’t want to think about those especially since I have helped in the murder of the enemy. If my enemy takes over…NO. Oh my god I am so freaking worried about what’s going to happen and here I am trying to tell myself that it’s going to be all right but diary, how can it be?! I killed a man! My enemy! If I fail I will take blame along with everyone else. We all fail, we all loose everything. I am fighting for the right of my belongings, of my prize, of everything I have broke out in a sweat for. We are all, well my class of poor farmers, fighting for what we cannot loose that. It’s the only thing that keeps us here.

-Consuela Gomez


Diary it’s been a while since I last wrote in you, but I haven’t been quite in order since...well since that day the man, I killed. It’s still hard to face myself with that but this girl I met here talked to me for a while about it. It’s for the better of my country. We start with their citizens and slowly move up is what she said. They take ours, we take theirs. In the end we will win. I’m sure of it, she’s sure of it. I will rebel against the government until justice for all is brought back. I will see that this is changed throughout my lifetime and I know I will because I will fight my hardest. I won’t let the fear of failure and consequences drown me in despair. Paraguay will be free of the Spanish Rule leaving the people to finally govern themselves in justice in the Republic of Paraguay.

-Consuela Gomez


Dear Diary,

How dare they.  They think because I am a woman, that I cannot fight like a man.  But I have showed them.  I have killed many people in this war.  Most men, who are older than me.  It feels so impowering to kill the people are coming to kill you.  It is the one thing I have to look forward to each day. 

I have a problem, though.  As a mother of two, I have no time to have a job and rebel against our government at the same time, so how will I come up with money for my children.  I cannot stop fighting.  I can't.  I need to show the government that they are wrong.  But there is no one to look after the children.  I have not yet told them about the people I have killed.  I don't think I am ready quite yet.

I go to bed with very little supper, because I give the children most of my food, because they need it more than I do.  The only thing I feed on, late at night, in bed when I am falling asleep, is the thought of fighting the next day.  Showing the government that they are wrong in eveything.  We will not lose.  We cannot lose.

-Maria Rodriguez


Dear Diary,

Today, the put me on watch.

We switch off watch jobs every couple of weeks.  So, after a while, around 1 'o'clock, I heard a noise.  I looked around, but there was nothing there.  I told my self that it must have been the wind rustling trees.  I heard it again, a faint little rustling, barely audible.  I took a better look this time.  I started to get a little scared, so I raised my gun.  Looking around, I shouted "Who's there?"  I didn't get an answer, but there was a nother sound of rustling.  I looked around the corner, and saw the tiny shadow of a little boy.

This little boy was no bigger than my son, Jose.  I lowered my gun, and stared at the boy, his big eyes casting my reflection back at me.  He looked hungry, and I could almost see his bones, he was so skinny. When I asked him how he got to be so skinny, he said that his parents were fighting in the war, and they didn't have time to feed him regularly anymore.  So I gave him some of our food.

I am scared.  Not for me, but for our country.  What if we all lose?  I can't have killed people just to lose.  We can't fail, we musn't, or else I will crack into a thousand pieces, if I am not blown apart by the war by that time.  I don't want to fail that little boy.

-Maria Rodriguez 


Dear Diary,

There is bad news.  Argentina was offering to lead us in a rebellion against what Spain is doing here, but we turned them down (1).  We have just received word that we are on our own and they have left us. 

How are we supposed to do this alone?  Our leader is not helping us by telling them to go home.  We need all of the help we can get.  I feel so alone right now, as if I am the only person who thinks this way.  No one is here to help us.  We cannot achieve victory if we are fighting by ourselves against Spain.  It is truly impossible.  

I wish we said yes to them.  They took our hope and our chances of winning this war with them when we turned them down.  This war has become pointless.  If we are not going to win, why should we even bother to keep fighting?  I know that we will probably fail now that Argentina is not helping us, but there is still that one little part of me that thinks we can win.  No, I can't completely give up.  I musn't, or else I will never see the end of this war.

-Maria Rodriguez 


Dear Diary,

We musn't lose hope in these trying times.  I know it is hard to think otherwise, but if we think positively, then our actions will result positively.  That is why I believe that we cannot fail.  It's not that we musn't anymore, but that we are unbeatable, unstoppable. 

Today, we learned that we have defeated one third of Spain's army.  This is an incredible feat for us, especially since our morals have been so low throughout this entire war.  This is what led us to think that we are getting somewhere, that we may actually win this thing.  That we can win this thing.

-Maria Rodriguez 


Dear Diary,

We are almost there!  We have defeated almost all of Spain's army since my last entry. 

You must understand that I do not want to kill these people, but they are the ones that are forbidding us to own the land that we have made for ourselves.  I wonder if the roles were switched, they would see how it feels to fight against something that shouldn't even be a problem in the first place.  It seems very silly.  But, I guess that if we were in their place, we would want to own as much land as we could. 

It's kind of funny, in a way.  We both want the same things: land.  Both sides want to own their own piece of land.  However, the land that we both want is our land, should be our land, at least.  Spain may have been our father country, but we have started new lives over here, and we deserve to have our own land to go with it. 

-Maria Rodriguez


Dear Diary,

We have won!  Well, not completely, but we are so close, that it is inevitable!  We have defeated most of the Spanish armies, and there is a rumor going around that someone overheard soldiers from the Spanish army talking about surrenduring.  We can win this, and we will, without a doubt!  All of our fighting has been for something!  Even alone, without Argentina's help, we did it!  I am so glad that we didn't all just give up!  We are almost there, I can feel it! (2).

-Maria Rodriguez

Bibliography

1. http://www.nationsencyclopedia.com/Americas/Paraguay-HISTORY.html

2.    http://www.everyculture.com/


http://www.nationsencyclopedia.com/Americas/Paraguay-HISTORY.html

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