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.
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
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.
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