April 19, 2005.
It’s been a while since I last catalogued my thoughts, but an important thing happened today—Adolfo Scilingo was finally found guilty of “Crimes Against Humanity” during the dictatorship and will be locked up for 640 years. This important event spurred me to write down my feelings for the first time in 15 years.
In the mid-90s, when all the new information came out regarding Scilingo and the officers who participated in so called “death flights,” I found myself feeling thankful, strangely. I never thought about how my family, unlike most families out there, could bury Cristina’s actual remains, and even know the site and date of her death. While her execution was awful and inhumane, I could not think of a lower form of execution than cowardly tossing a bunch of drugged bodies into the ocean, as if it they were pieces of trash.
At this point I am surprised that Scilingo will actually be serving time in prison for his actions, but it does not bring me any sort of satisfaction. I have grown very cynical over the years as I have become accustomed to expect a constant state of injustice in my country. Sure, progress is made here and there, in very stilted steps—but this progress is just as quickly taken away. Cristina’s kidnappers, whoever they were, are now probably dead or about to die.
As I have grown older, I have realized how much Cristina’s events have completely altered and shaped my life. Perhaps I’ll muse a little more on these thoughts following my 60th birthday celebration next month…