We have to remind ourselves of this at every moment: that we are in a war, a cold war as they call it; a war where there is no front line, no continuous bombardment, but where the two adversaries — this tiny champion of the Caribbean and the immense imperialist hyena — are face to face and aware that one of them is going to end up dead in the fight.
I know you have come to kill me. Shoot, coward. You are only going to kill a man
"I remember it as if it were today: seeing him framed in
the view finder; with that expression; I am still startled by the
impact... [it] shakes me so powerfully."
"Che was not visible; he was standing behind the rostrum. But for a moment there was an empty space in the front row, and in the background the figure of Che appeared. He unexpectedly entered my viewfinder and I shot the photo horizontally. I immediately realised that the image of him was almost a portrait, with the clear sky behind him."
"I decided to watch from the crowd and used my Leica with its medium telephoto lens. I panned the podium and suddenly Che moved forward into my camera. I made a picture, and immediately thinking for a cover of our newspaper, turned the camera vertical, made another - and the moment had gone."
A revolution without guns? It would never work.
“The bestiality of imperialism, a bestiality that knows no limits, that has no national frontiers. The bestiality of Hitler’s armies is like the North American bestiality, like that of Belgian paratroopers and that of French imperialists in Algeria, for it is the very essence of imperialism to turn men into wild, bloodthirsty animals determined to slaughter, kill, murder and destroy the very last vestige of the image of the revolutionary or the partisan in any regime that they crush under their boots because it fights for freedom. The statue of Lumumba, destroyed today, but rebuilt tomorrow, reminds us of this tragic story of this martyr of the world revolution and makes sure that we will never trust imperialism, in no way at all, not an iota.”
I am not Christ or a philanthropist, old lady, I am all the contrary of a Christ.... I fight for the things I believe in, with all the weapons at my disposal and try to leave the other man dead so that I don't get nailed to a cross or any other place.
"I mean that no one has managed to wield a hoe to the rhythm of the sun and no one has yet reaped grain with love and grace"
