I was planned in the south, in the womb of many thinkers and needy people.
I spent a lot of time there being discussed and evaluated. They discussed my
name, and I was born with several religions and political tendencies.
What would my color be?
In the end, I was born in January, 1984 , in Cascavel, Paraná. I had
16 godfathers and they gave me the name of MST. This took place from January
21 to 24, and yet my birth was registered only in 1985, with 1500 witnesses.
They gave me a slogan: without land there is no democracy. Today, I have several
names: I am Brazilian, I am known all over the world, with my red color clasping
the scythe and the machete. I am on the latifundia, on the streets and in the
I was mocked, stepped on, shot. I have cried many times, I have dried blood
and tears, I have smiled, sung, shouted, fought to defend myself, talked a lot,
have educated, fed, produced, grown in every corner of the continent, and I
have cried out:
MST: the struggle is for real!
I almost died, I have children, mother and father, millions have adopted me,
I created resistance. Eventually, I was in the newspapers, on television and
the radio, in short, from mouth to mouth of men, women, and children, even the
young, with their strength and determination.
At this very important moment of my existence, I invite all to celebrate on
this vast field of fallow land, enormous, enormous latifundia, the open green
fields, rich soils, to celebrate my 15 years of struggles and victories. We
all join together from the country and the city in a fraternal embrace.
With a Brazil for everyone, with shared land.
Agrarian Reform Now!