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Darwin Manuel Urbina Urbina

Darwin Manuel Urbina Urbina

19/04/2018

29 years old

Managua

Worker

Darwing Manuel Urbina Urbina

“He was a good son, a good grandson, attentive and loving”

 

Murdered in Managua on April 19, 2018. He was the first victim at the UPOLI.

Darwing Manuel Urbina Urbina was happy and helpful. He was the oldest of four, and a good son and grandson.

He was father to his girfriend’s two son, who today are adolescents. He sold nacatamales and baked goods at the UPOLI, worked for years at a construction company, and since 2016 was a subcontractor for a chain of supermarkets, picking up their garbage. He used to always say, “You need to work, because if you don’t work, you don’t eat.”

Facts

A witness who today is living in exile explains that Darwin joined the protest. At 6:30 in the evening, when they were singing the national hymn and shouting slogans, they were surrounded by police and anti-riot forces, who shot at them and threw tear-gas. When Darwin went to the aid of a girl screaming for help, he was shot by the anti-riot forces and felt down, wounded. The students thought the police were shooting blanks. They chanted: “Darwin, go on, get up Darwin…” They took him to the Alemán Hospital by motorcycle, but he was dead when he arrived. Later he was taken to the Forensic Examiner’s, where his sister went to retrieve his body.

“They wanted us to accuse the students, but we refused because we knew that they weren’t armed. Other students told us that the anti-riot police were shooting to kill,” his relatives said.

Darwing Manuel Urbina Urbina had a daily routine. After he left work, he passed by his mother’s house in the Américas barrio. On Thursday, April 19, 2018, she unsuccessfully tried to warn him not to visit her, because the situation in her neighborhood was tense. The streets were blocked and there were barricades in the barrios near the UPOLI, in support of the protests against the Social Security reforms.

On this day, Darwin got out of the car that had given him a ride to the traffic light of the Miguel Gutiérrez barrio, but there was no way to get through.

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