#repost from @poncesolo - In 1934, Pedro Albizu Campos led an island-wide agricultural strike which paralyzed the US sugar corporations and won a great victory for the sugar cane workers, by raising their wages from 45 cents to $1.75 per 12-hour day.
From that moment on, Albizu was a marked man. Arson and bomb threats were made against his home. FBI agents tapped his phone, read his mail, and followed him all over the island. In 1936 he was arrested and imprisoned for “advocating the overthrow of the US government.” On March 21, 1937, in his hometown of Ponce, a peaceful march was organized on behalf of Albizu Campos. It was Palm Sunday. Men, women and children arrived from all over the island, dressed in their Sunday finest, waving palm fronds at each other. A five-piece band started playing La Borinqueña (the Puerto Rican national anthem) as the peaceful march began.
And then a shot rang out.
Iván Rodriguez Figueras fell like a rag doll. A second shot exploded and an 18-year old poking his head out a window, fell down dead.A third shot dropped Obdulio Rosario, carrying a palm leaf crucifix. The Ponce Massacre begins. Everyone tried to run in all directions – but they couldn’t escape because two hundred policemen with Tommy guns and rifles were stationed all around them. They blocked every escape route, and created a killing zone. Then they started firing. A boy was shot on a bicycle. A father tried to shield his dying son, and was shot in the back.
An old man flew upward, his body split almost in two.
The police fired for over ten minutes. They shot into several corpses. They fired over the corpses, as if they didn’t exist. They chased people down the side streets, shooting and clubbing anyone they could find. They clubbed a man to death on his own doorstep. They clubbed 53-year old Maria Hernandez del Rosario on the head so hard, that her gray matter spilled out onto the street and people kept slipping on it. They shot a 7-year old girl in the back, as she ran to a nearby church. They shot a man on his way home, as he yelled “I’m a National Guardsman.” From "War Against All Puerto Ricans"