On Sunday he left a great friend, we left a reference, not only of politics but of the best of the human condition. Jesus was one of those few leaders on the left who understood that municipalism is not what municipalities do, but a complex reality that crosses people’s lives in the streets of your city.
Therefore, despite the possibility of making a career and occupying other positions or charges away from the body of the local, he always chose to fight and dedicate his time to the people of Alcorcón. That, together with his family, it was what made sense of his life.
But being a radical municipalist is not an excuse to isolate himself in your town and not get involved in how many spaces and debates open about the role that the left must play in our country, where Jesus has defended the pen unity by pen from coherence and, sometimes, despite the affections.
Nor has it been an excuse not to defend with honesty and courage the ideas that we share in the place where we have to confront them, before society and in front of other political forces. We did it together in many municipal forums where we had to fight for a left that wanted to caricaturize like a cricket cage and where we, being of different matches, we were always like a rock and a common position. In addition to everything we have laughed at those fights, companion, because if it was not fun, it wasn’t our revolution, right?
Jesus had that capacity, those records. He was proud of his ESMASA sweeper uniform at the Madrid Assembly to tell his pijas ladies of the Chamberí penthouses that the working class is here and has another proposal for Madrid. But, if on the other hand, you had to put a suit and shirt to represent its neighbors before an institutional act, it was put with the pride that Alcorcón’s currelas also deserve to be represented by an uncle in a suit.
And for many people, among whom I include me, Jesus has been the really existing mayor of Alcorcón, with all the love and respect for Cande and Natacha. But Jesus has been the moral reference for which the left defends that flag in the south. A lot of feathers were left in that, they didn’t put it in their own or their own. But there is winning Alcorcón, with all the strength and conviction that his legacy leaves us.
Although there is a title that was legitimately owner is the captain of his street, as Sabina sang. That street in which he has raised and where everyone recognizes and appreciates him. Where you could go at any time, anywhere and was identified as one of ours, of the usual. A guy who was more than the neighborhood than the swings, with all class and authority honors that entail.
Oh, dear Jesus, Early early morning This Sunday, I could not believe it when I arrived at the funeral home and there I could not contain the emotion, half a town was there. It took 20 minutes to queue to be able to give condolences to your family in a room where more crowns and flowers did not enter. There I crossed with older people dressed on Sunday, with your football people, the associations, of all the political parties, former mayors, mayors, ministers, the currelas of Esmasa, your people from winning Alcorcón, colleagues in the neighborhood, in short. An infinite tail of respect, recognition and pain for a reference of the Alcorconero people.
Fuck, male! They have fired you like a municipalist Durruti, you have been unfairly soon, but we have so much to thank you for that you have lived several lives.
As you told me in that undeserved letter that you wrote to me when I left the Mayor’s Office, Rivas and Alcorcón we are sister cities, and that thread that we have woven during all these years is your name, it is invisible but also indestructible.
If in Alcorcón they whistle, there are the ripenses to the order. We owe it to you, always by your side, always in your team, continuing your fight with the memory of your joy.
Fly Alto, Jesus. You have done it well, friend. I love you.
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