Make no mistake: Facundo died after the police threw him to the ground, beat him, and suffocated him. The moment replays in my head in a constant loop, sending chills down my spine every time I think of it.
BUENOS AIRES, Argentina — On August 8, protesters gathered at the Buenos Aires Obelisk to make several demands, including better government assistance for the unemployed in Argentina. I attended the event as a photojournalist. As the march began, police officers grew more violent. The situation worsened when authorities started grabbing protesters. I watched as the police forcibly pinned people’s faces to the cold tiles of the Obelisk. Some of the protesters began shouting for help, saying they were choking. I came closer to them, filming everything as I advanced, and asked the people to state their names.
I wanted to make sure I got everything on tape in case it helped them later on. Suddenly, I realized one of the protesters, long-time journalist and activist Facundo Molares, became unresponsive. His face looked badly beaten and his body was lifeless. Fear and anxiety gripped me as I assumed the worst. “He’s purple, turn him over,” I shouted. Sadly, it was too late.
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As my video camera rolled, capturing the entire event, the police knocked Facundo down and immobilized him using excessive force. You can hear me shouting that he was hurt and having a heart attack, but the police refused to stop. Instead of giving him first aid, they kept restraining him. Their neglect and negligence looked cruel, made worse by a delayed ambulance. Watching them kill Facundo is something I will never forget.
Working as a photojournalist in Argentina, I mainly document indigenous communities and this day I headed to cover another event when I stumbled upon the protest and the Obelisk. Police cars and guards surrounded the entire area. People were beginning to leave, so I slowly walked toward them to see what was happening. Suddenly, I spotted Facundo approaching.
Right in front of me, authorities formed a line to prevent passage and began pushing people out of the way. When the situation escalated, I pulled out my phone to start a live Instagram video. Struggling to digest the scene in front of me, I focused on the content I created in the hopes of ensuring the protesters’ safety. I felt my survival instincts kicking in.
My body entered a different state of existence as I witnessed the violence; I became more alert. I followed Facundo with the lens of my camera, watching as police officers rapidly surrounded him. Before my very eyes, I saw them beat him until he lost consciousness.
Make no mistake: Facundo died after the police threw him to the ground, beat him, and suffocated him. The moment replays in my head in a constant loop, sending chills down my spine every time I think of it. The images bring me back to that exact moment, when my body went into shock.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I ran away, terrified for my own life after witnessing Facundo’s life slowly drain out of his eyes. No words can express the pain I felt in my heart. As much as I felt scared and traumatized, I knew this footage needed to come to light.
Recently, I went to Facundo’s wake and talked to his father, who is a wonderful man. Seeing their family’s strength and grief gave me the courage to openly share my story. As much as I felt scared and traumatized, I knew this footage had to come to light. Even as I review the tapes, I remember the exact moment they took him from us.
Some people tried to get Facundo out of their grips, but the officers stopped them. The shocking photos I took cannot begin to describe the true violence, cruelty, and complete lack of humanity that unfolded in front of me. I hope that with all the evidence before us, we can hold those responsible accountable for their actions.
All photos are courtesy of Susi Maresca.