In 2018, like many families, we went out to protest with the blue and white flag. In December, the police came to take my son out of his work and kidnapped him. From that moment I went looking for what to do for him: I paid two lawyers, I gathered evidence. But they didn’t receive anything. Nobody listened to me. And I realized that my son was a political prisoner. I had nothing to do but raise my voice, and so began my struggle and my torment.
In July 2019, many mothers were desperate because the deadline established in the National Dialogue (March of that year) for the release of political prisoners had ended and our children were left in dungeons. So we founded the Association of Relatives of Political Prisoners (AFPP), there were about 30 of us, and we began an unequal struggle. We went on a hunger strike, we walked the streets of Managua demanding the release of our children, we went to the National Assembly, to the Truth Commission, we looked for different alternatives.
After so much walking, we achieved the release of 91 political prisoners, including my son, but many remained and I felt committed to continue.
When my son was released, the Police began to persecute him; then, he completely withdrew from everything, but they did not let him have peace. He put up a sale of roast chickens and then the patrol came, then he put up a section to sell used clothes and the same. They were following him all the time, until they arrested him and took him to the police district. There the commissioner told him: “If they bring you back, I will not be able to let you go.” In other words, she told him to go away. So my son undertook his trip to Mexico and now he is in the United States.
On March 8, 2020, a group of feminists called me because they wanted to give me an award. But when I was leaving my house there were police patrols along with a van belonging to the political secretary of the FSLN and the man began to order the officers not to let me out. Since that day, at 6:00 am, the Police have not stopped coming for a single day.
The patrol comes at dawn, here it dawns, and lately they leave until 3:00 pm I thought they harassed me because I was in the Civic Alliance for Justice and Democracy (ACJD), but I was expelled some time ago and the Police keep coming.
On December 31, 2020, at 4:00 am, the Police entered my house. There was no aggressiveness, but they checked everything, everything, even the refrigerator they opened and they took pictures of it. At the end of the search, the commissioner approached me.
—I have your phone number– told me.
—oh! But he doesn’t call me. Is he investigating me?– I replied.
—No, that’s all I’m telling youhe replied.
Since then I changed my phone number, closed all my social networks, kept a low profile. But I always keep on fighting.
