Some Good Always Comes Out Of The Bad
From El Diario

By Gerson Borrero

Monday was my last day as the director of El Diario/ LA PRENSA. But you already know that. I imagine that you are interested in the reasons why, so let’s get straight to the point.

My decision was based on various factors. First of all I must confess what is widely know within the publication: I hate the administrative aspects that are required by my job. At the same time, my personal philosophy has always been not to allow my personal opinions to dominate the news coverage offered to you by this newspaper. And if there is one thing I know is that I achieved that.

I have always believed in, and defended, liberty of expression. I had been the victim of censorship on the radio; but that story is already yesterday’s news. Yet it is worth mentioning, because in the same manner that I did not tolerate it then, I was not able to accept it when the owners of this newspaper –in all their right as owners- made the decision not to allow the publication of the much-anticipated column by Fidel Castro. They made a decision and I reacted. That incident was the last straw.

There are moments in life when you realize that what’s done day to day to feed your loved ones, ironically, leaves you with hunger inside.

Although I felt honoured to have been named of the director of this circulation that 12 of April of 2000, I admit to you that I can no longer tolerate that hunger to which I referred. During the last 41 months that I have been at El Diario/LA PRENSA as editor in chief, I have been witness to the growth of our community at the same time that I have grown as a professional. I have no doubt that I have learned a lot in these years.

But every time that I read news or I listen to commentary on the radio I realize how much I miss that daily contact with my people. We are in a time when people confuse commercial messages with information that is supposed to educate and strengthen us. This is impairing our growth.

Dozens of times a week I come in contact with taxi drivers, doormen, teachers, nurses or barbers. I also come in contact with my Salvadoran, Colombian, Dominican, Ecuadorian, Guatemalan, Mexican, Honduran, Argentine, Bolivian, Chilean, Cuban, Boricua and Panamanian brothers that tell me " I miss you on the radio" or, " I miss your columns," and I am tortured thinking that by doing a favour for my friend Rosana Rosado, I have taken a vow of silence. And for a big mouth like myself, that is a death sentence.

I renounce my post as director but not my commitment to the people. My commitment with my readers, listeners, and my family. The owners of El Diario "El campeon de los hispanos," have asked me to remain as part of this great family as a columnist. I have accepted this offer and soon you will have me three times a week.

We will see each other in El Barrio, in the Restaurant Caridad on 184th street, in Jackson Heights, in the Bronx, in the southern Brooklyn, in Casa de Adela in Loisada or Los Taxistas barbershop in Washington Heights. And, of course, I would be the one wearing a hat and a smile, carrying a notebook and this mouth that God has blessed me to tell truths, to denounce wrongdoings and to point towards a future where we kill ignorance. I know that we will grow together in the continuous advance of our Latino people in this city that wants to eat us alive.

Like always, in your tongue I rest…

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Translated from Spanish By Valeria Treves

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