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A letter from Lorena Mónica Torres published in La Garganta Poderosa

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

In memory of my dear David

By Lorena Mónica Torres

The beating to death of 18-year-old David Moreira in Rosario has now become iconic as it was the first of several public lynchings that have since taken place across the country. Moreira died from injuries he received on March 26 after he allegedly robbed a woman’s purse in Rosario, Santa Fe province. This incident, which ocurred on March 23, was caught on camera in a shocking video that became public yesterday. Magazine La Garganta Poderosa gave space to David’s mum on its Facebook account to write a letter to her dead son and her piece is translated below.

He was born on January 4 1996, in the Centenario Hospital in Rosario. His grandmother, his sister María and his uncle were there while his father was working to support his family. He was beautiful, with black hair and fair skin. A little prince in everybody’s eyes. He grew up in a simple home, but at his side he had people who truly loved him.

Like his beloved aunt Anabel, who taught him how to walk. He was shy, and he would blush and feel embarrassed when somebody told him how handsome he was.

A great friend to all the kids as he was growing up and with his neighbours in Empalme, where he lived. He left friends behind all over the city, who today continue to come to my house to express their condolences as the sad news spreads.

David had three siblings: Micaela, Elías and Tomás. He adored them. He was always giving them advice, just like his father, who is a street salesman and would sometimes be out of the house all day, so David was to them like a second father. He had to leave high school after two years to help out with those siblings. I was furious with him, but he had decided that they would not want for anything. He then started working as a labourer and at a shoe factory with his uncle Gastón, whom he loved so much... David was my companion, we drank mate together, and if he went out late he would let me know or would cacall continuously. In fact on that terrible day he was with me. He gave me his wallet with his salary and said “put the kettle on, I’ll be right back. If you need anything, just grab it.”

He never came back. I went out to wait for him outside but he wasn’t there. I waited. He didn’t call me. I couldn’t find him anywhere and his friends hadn’t seen him anywhere because they had gone to see their club Central play. David didn’t go, to save money, because he had helped me buy the school supplies for his siblings. And I eventually found him, listed as a John Doe.

I never imagined I would see him like that... my husband recognized him because of a tattoo on his ankle that he got when he turned 18 that had the initials of his siblings. And just like that an angel was taken from me in the worst way, a kid that loved to help everybody, whether he knew them or not. He didn’t know how to say no, and if he ever saw anybody without shoes, it wasn’t too much for him to take his off to give them away... That’s why I chose to donate his organs: so that he could keep helping seven people on the waiting list. Because he would have wanted that.

He was my rock, my beloved David, but there are lots of Davids who could still be murdered or abused. And that can’t be happening, be they guilty or innocent of the crime that they have been accused of. Isn’t that group of enraged people that beat and kicked him to death, like he was an animal, guilty? I hope they ask for God’s forgiveness and that they understand that nobody has the right to mete out “justice” with their own hands.

Nobody can give me my son back, but now it seems that his killers are not murderers... Aren’t they? Please, this cannot happen again, we need Justice to be in the hands of those who can guarantee it.

I want to thank La Garganta Poderosa for this opportunity to clear my son’s name and to remember him.

Son, you’re gone and you couldn’t live your dreams and your projects, but mum will make them happen with dad and everyone who loved you.

I love you, and I know you’re with God.


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