Abraham Antonio Castro Jarquín

18 Years Old - Student

Abraham Antonio Castro Jarquín 

“I’m staying here …”

 

Murdered in Jinotega on June 8, 2018 

Abraham Antonio Castro Jarquín was a happy, easygoing 18-year-old.  He was in his second year of high school, liked to play soccer and learned to repair motorcycles in a mechanics shop.  When the roadblocks started going up, Abraham got involved in the Sandino neighborhood.  His mother, Juana Pastora Jarquín López, explains how her boy hid from her behind the barricades; she would pass by the street on her way back from church and pretend she didn’t see him so he wouldn’t feel humiliated in front of his friends.

“I’d peek through the window and see him. Sometimes when I didn’t see him I’d go looking for him at another barricade,” says his mother.  “I was worried something would happen to my boy, but he’d always answer: ‘I’m staying here; it’s not fair that they’re stealing the old people’s money. We have to get that mustached old guy [Daniel Ortega] and Chayo [Rosario Murillo] out of there.  Look at what degenerates they are, wanting to take money away from old people…’ I once committed the error of voting for them, but I would never vote for those awful people again in my life.”

Abraham was killed on June 8, 2018, in front of the Palí supermarket.  At about 7:00 in the evening, a bunch of Sandinistas came out of the Carlos Rizo 1 and 2 neighborhoods.  Doña Juana says that in the first stage, on the street corner right in front of her mother’s house, “there was a pack of Sandinistas.  They hid a bunch of people they had brought down from the mountains on an empty lot on Fourth Street, and those same people had hidden more people in other houses belonging to Sandinistas on Second Street.”

She says that “suddenly the Sandinistas and the pro-government CPCs [Councils of Citizens’ Power] began to shout insults at the kids guarding the roadblocks.  They yelled ‘delinquents, thieves, shameless bums, go look for something to do.’  They bullied them so much that they goaded the kids into coming out from behind the barricades.  It was an ambush.  They shot at them and the kids ran, but they got my boy with a bullet in his back,” she says, grievously.

She describes how Abraham “ran by the house and his girlfriend shouted ‘‘Abraham, don’t go there!’ but he responded ‘I’ll be right back; I can run fast…’  He was with a friend who managed to survive and go to the United States.”   Days later, this friend told doña Juana that when they were being chased and shot at, he jumped into a ditch, but they shot Abraham in the back and he fell to the ground.  “The parish priest picked up his body, which had been left in the street, and brought him to the house in a pickup truck.  I didn’t want to believe it was him, but when I got home and saw him, I had to accept that it was and I said to my mother, ‘Mom, they killed our boy.’”


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