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One song by Víctor Jara is more
dangerous than 100 machine guns.

He was too much of a threat.
They had to kill him.

Víctor wasn't only murdered,

he was murdered
in the worst possible way...

tortured to death.

If you are a political musician,

Víctor Jara

continues to be
a great inspiration.

Those responsible for this crime

have lived their entire lives
as if they hadn't done anything.

I was not at Chile Stadium.

My hands are clean.

I have never tortured anyone.

If he says he wasn't at Chile Stadium,

he's lying.

In 1973,

did you shoot

and kill Víctor Jara?

Did you kill Víctor Jara?

There was always a guitar at home

because my mother was a singer.

She would sing at funerals,
baptisms, and weddings.

She'd sing folk songs passed on
through the generations.

Chile at that time was
a very unjust country

with vast social disparity.

On the streets, you'd see
children living in poverty

with no shoes
in the middle of winter.

Poverty was something
that beat you down.

Víctor Jara
carried that with him.

In June of 1960,

when I was finishing
at the university,

I met Víctor.

Víctor sang traditional
folk repertoire.

But he also started
composing his own songs.

For example,

Paloma, I want to tell you
that I'm lonely, that I love you.

That's a song he
composed for Joan.

He was deeply in love with Joan.

Víctor started with love.

All of his songs
started with love.

We are who we are
because of love,

and we want to be better
because love exists.

The world turns,
creates and multiplies

because love exists.

Later, he began to

speak to what
was going on in Chile.

He collected the experiences
of the community.

All of these stories he collected
directly from the people.

He went and listened,

and then he wrote those songs.

In "El Arado,"
he sings of the peasant experience.

Firmly I press my hand

And plunge the
plow into the earth

I've been doing
this for years

How could I not be worn out?

Recently, Latin American youth

have become aware
of the social realities

in their own countries.

And they have begun to rebel

and join the cause
of the working class.

It's a type of rebel song.

The new Chilean music
was very connected to

everything new that
was happening in the 60s.

Víctor Jara was the most
innovative artist of the time.

We'll free ourselves
From domination and misery

If you live in a country
full of turmoil,

full of worker
and student protests,

and you yourself are
a part of that struggle,

your songs will
reflect the times.

Clean like fire
is my rifle barrel

We've had enough of that music
that doesn't speak to us,

that entertains us
only for a moment

but leaves us empty.

We began to create
a new kind of song.

It was music that was born
out of total necessity.

One of his most famous songs
was 'Prayer for the Worker.'

It was a great depiction
of what we were experiencing in Chile.

Rise up
and look at your hands

To grow,
reach out to your brother

It gave the feeling that

where this country was headed,
would be very dramatic.

In the hour of
our death, amen.

Allende! Allende!

Like all artists at that time,

we participated intensely
in the Popular Unity movement.

And among us, the one who most
proudly carried the flag

was Víctor Jara.

Come, come
Come with me

We'll go down the wide road

To where a new destiny begins

Come

During the presidential campaign,

we accompanied
Allende to many places.

Víctor's songs were the soundtrack
for that piece of history.

His music was essential
to Allende's víctory.

Always has been, and always will be

a nation of freedom!

Allende said there is no
revolution without songs.

It is official, Salvador Allende
has been elected President of Chile.

The President of the Republic,
Comrade Salvador Allende.

After helping Allende
win the election,

Víctor Jara is becoming
a worldwide phenomenon.

He was always very successful.

I don't remember
any of Víctor's concerts

that didn't end
with standing ovations

and people on their
feet, asking for more.

He had that spiritual
connection with the people.

We played music to support
Allende as President.

Then we realized that
the right wing opposition to Allende

was getting more aggressive.

Paramilitary groups were forming.

We saw how right wing forces
wanted to disrupt society

just because they
were losing power.

Half the population,

those of us who supported
Allende and democracy,

were considered delinquents or suspicious.

If you were stopped by a soldier,
you had to prove your innocence.

They would insult us.
They would yell at us on the street,

"They're all corrupt degenerates!

These filthy communists
should get out of Chile!"

Víctor had several
difficult encounters.

One time, he went
to sing at a school.

In one song,
he denounced a certain Minister

who had ordered an offensive

that killed many people
in the south of Chile.

You must answer why,
Mr. Pérez Zujovic,

you responded to defenseless
people With rifle fire.

And the man's son was there.

He started screaming at Víctor,

and what followed was terrible.
They started throwing rocks,

and if Víctor hadn't run out,
they would have lynched him.

We knew the
times were difficult,

but we thought
things would work out.

We never imagined such
violence could happen in Chile.

The long-rumored coup,
today became a reality.

People must go to
their places of work,

occupy the factories

and prepare for the
fight against Fascism.

The Air Force has bombed the towers.

I just addressed the workers.
I will not resign.

I will repay with my life

the loyalty of the people.

It's our history and
the people will write it.

Long live Chile! Long live the people!
Long live the workers!

A few minutes ago,
President Allende was reported dead.

We were just informed

that the leader
of the coup is General Pinochet,

Commander-in-Chief of
the Chilean Armed Forces.

"The Armed Forces have acted today

solely out of patriotism

to save the country
from the chaos

that was caused by

the Marxist government
of Salvador Allende.

On the morning of the 12th,

we were shocked to see,
advancing towards the University,

a company of about
a hundred soldiers.

That's where they arrived
with their canons and their artillery.

Then, with absolutely no warning,

they began machine-gunning
the University's central building.

They got everybody out,

putting professors and students

on the floor with
hands on their heads.

Among them was Víctor.

Víctor was part of the University's
Communications Department.

Then they began to
transfer us to the stadium,

which was called Chile Stadium.

We got off the buses
and they started beating us

as they brought us
into the stadium.

There were five or six
thousand political prisoners.

We all arrived beaten and injured,

bleeding, clothes ripped,
many were barefoot.

Many arrived without pants,
in their underwear,

dirty and dragged on the floor.

They took off my clothes.

They left me in my bra and panties

with their weapons
pressed up against me.

They searched me.
They touched me everywhere.

I saw so many things there.

They killed a young boy.

He must've been 12 or 13.

A friend of mine
climbed up to the stairs.

He shouted,
"Long live Allende!"

Then he jumped.

I was in the line.
An officer searched the prisoners

and took Víctor Jara
out of the line.

The hysterical officer explodes
in a furious rage against Víctor.

"You're that motherfucker
son of a bitch, Víctor Jara,

singer of Communist songs.
I'll teach you, asshole, how to sing!"

You're Víctor Jara!

You motherfucker!
Sing now, asshole, sing!

And he beat him.

The soldier raises his machine gun
and strikes Víctor hard on the back.

Then another soider hits him again,
and makes him fall on his knees

almost at the feet of the officer.

Víctor tires to protect
his face with his hands.

But when he opens up his hands,
one of the officers kicks him,

almost bursting Víctor's eye.

Then, an Air Force officer
approaches, smoking,

and flicked his cigarette near Víctor
and told him, "Smoke it, asshole!"

Víctor said that he didn't smoke.

The officer yelled,
"Smoke it, asshole!"

Faced with this, Víctor,
with a hesitant and trembling hand,

reaches for the cigarette butt.

The guard smashes
his wrists and says,

"Try playing the guitar now, with your
hands like that, you son of a bitch."

The condition in which I saw Víctor,
he was beaten, destroyed inside.

He would try to stand,
but kept falling down.

They'd beat him
so he'd stay on his feet.

The last time we
saw Víctor alive

was up there,
with a bleeding face,

looking out at
the stadium stands,

at about one or two
thousand political prisoners.

Those were his people.

Víctor was not only shot.

They didn't simply place
a gun to his head and shoot.

He was murdered in
the worst possible way.

Tortured to death.

With our heads behind out heads,

we were led towards
the front of the stadium.

And what we saw
was like Dante's Inferno.

There were 20 to 30
cadavers piled up.

And amongst that mountain of corpses
was the lifeless body of Víctor Jara.

I'd like to just say a word.

I am so touched to know
that after so many years,

Víctor's memory continues
to live on through all of you.

There has been protection
for the murderers.

There has been a pact
of silence between them.

It's the bitterness of
injustice in this country.

Those who abused,
tortured and murdered,

for the vast majority,
nothing happened to them.

The guy was all beaten up.

Beat up good.

Did they have him
sitting, standing, tied up?

They had him sitting.

They had some military stretchers.
That's where they had him.

And they beat
and beat and beat him.

And who shot him?

Barrientos.

How did he shoot him, Jose?

Nearly at point-blank range.

My sister called me
and said, "Listen, Pablo,

a soldier on TV said
you killed Víctor Jara."

And my question was,
"Who is Víctor Jara? Who is Víctor Jara?"

She told me, "Pedro Pablo,
they're seeking your extradition."

I did not kill Víctor Jara.
I was not at Chile Stadium.

Everything they say is a lie.

They want me in Chile
as a political trophy.

We were never rich.

But we were rich in the
lessons our mother taught us.

My father abandoned me
when I was two years old.

And we lived off what the sea provided.
We had fish, seafood.

There was always music in our home.

I'd wake up to music because
my brothers were always singing.

They were always
playing instruments.

On Sundays, we'd go
to see the regiment's band

with the soldiers raising
the national flag.

I wouldn't miss a single Sunday.

I started military school
when I was sixteen.

To start that military regimen,
that new way of life,

to leave the city where I lived
and go to Santiago alone,

it was like a dream.

I met Pedro Pablo at my home.
He came over with a friend.

I was fifteen
and he was eighteen.

He was fun.
He was polite.

He had personality,
but he was reserved.

That period of my life with
Maria Teresa was very beautiful.

I went to the Engineering School
as a newlywed,

and I left the school as a Lieutenant.

When I had the chance
to vote for the president,

I decided to vote
for Salvador Allende.

Because his policies were good.

Because I grew up in a place
where poverty existed.

All of a sudden, this man shows up and
says, "We're going to eliminate poverty."

I thought,
"I'm going to be a Socialist."

During Salvador Allende's time,
things became very difficult.

The country had no food.
There was nothing.

You had to stand
in line for milk.

All this coffee, milk,
they are all rationed.

The country began having problems.
There were strikes, trucker strikes.

Workers were striking
at different factories.

If blood has to flow,
then blood will flow.

The people were on the streets.

Salvador Allende's speeches
became more and more harsh.

We must strengthen
the power of the people.

By '73, we were a nation divided.

September 10th
was a special day.

Soldiers arrived
and knocked on our door.

They told us we had to be ready because

we'd probably be going to Santiago
to carry out orders.

He gave me a kiss and left.

He said, "I don't know
where we're going in Santiago.

I don't know what will happen."

At 7:30 AM,
we arrived at the Armory.

The Major told us,

"You're going to need four soldiers
from your unit to be bodyguards."

That's when I selected Hinojosa.

I was chosen, along with other soldiers,
to be a bodyguard for the Major.

I accompanied Hinojosa
as part of the security detail.

We went to the
Ministry of Defense.

Around 11 AM, they started
bombing the Moneda Palace.

We heard on the radio
that Allende had died.

Pinochet made an address
and declared power.

From that moment on,
I was always with the Major.

I was at the Ministry of
Defense with my squadron.

We patrolled the sector
we were assigned to,

which had an entry
and exit base at the Armory.

For 24 hours a day,
from the 11th to the 16th,

I was with lieutenant
Pedro Pablo Barrientos Nunez.

During that time,
we had no order to go to Chile Stadium.

We were just in one area.

Chile Stadium was very far
from the area we patrolled.

I was never at the Chile Stadium.
What more can I tell you?

I met Lieutenant Barrientos
when I joined the army.

Because he was our section commander.

Mr. Paredes accused him directly on TV,
even though he was never in Chile Stadium.

Never. Our company never went
to Chile Stadium.

Barrientos was never there.

I think all this about placing me
at the Chile Stadium is easily explained.

First, in that
program "En La Mira",

they named me as the
person in charge of Chile Stadium.

And when that got repeated time
and time again, for weeks,

it began to take hold in the minds
of the people who, during that time,

were in Chile Stadium.

After that news special,
the soldiers began to place me

in Chile Stadium.

When "En La Mira" aired on TV,
I said to my wife,

"Hey, it's nothing but lies.
None of that is true."

"Why do you say that?"
she asked.

"I was there!"
I said.

We never went to Chile Stadium.

Not on that date, nor afterwards.

Private Paredes went on "En La Mira"
to implicate me in Víctor Jara's death.

But later he
admitted he said it all

because he was pressured
by police investigators.

I made up stories. All lies.

I was extremely stressed.
Very stressed.

You start to feel
like you're cornered,

that you said this,
and then you said that.

In the end, you
just explode and say,

"My lieutenant Barrientos killed him."

I didn't want any more interrogations.

And I held a grudge against him.

When I was his subordinate,

he would beat me a lot.

So when they asked,
"Who did it?"

"Lieutenant Barrientos!"

And it was never true.

And it was never true.

I swear it before God
and my son's grave.

It's all lies.

I feel guilty because I did
many things I shouldn't have.

I tortured people,
but I was following orders.

To this day,

I suffer.

It pains me.

I believe there are many more conscripts
who know the truth about Víctor.

Officers likely visit them
from time to time and say,

"Don't talk about it.
Do not confess."

They're scared to say

the truth about what they saw,
what they did, or what they knew.

They still have a reverential
fear of their superior officers.

Víctor is more than a man.
He is a symbol of many things.

We must remain calm and
remember there is much work ahead.

The night of the 11th,
we went to Chile Stadium.

On September 11, they brought us
to Santiago, to Chile Stadium.

I can attest that
Pedro Pablo Barrientos

was at Chile Stadium
the six days we were there.

While you were at Chile Stadium,
did you see Lieutenant Barrientos?

Yes.

Barrientos came from
the military school with our orders.

I would see him
carrying a briefcase.

We knew he was carrying
the orders for the day.

Lieutenant Barrientos
was in charge of the group.

He was the ranking officer.

He organized the patrol

and gave the corresponding orders.

I would see Lieutenant Barrientos
from my post on the third floor.

Whenever I looked down,
he'd be talking to the soldiers.

How many times

did you see Mr. Barrientos
at Chile Stadium?

Several times.
I can't say how many.

Do you know the two guards
who were with him that day?

Yes.

Quiroz was there.

You have people giving declarations,

"And you were there."
Well, I wasn't there.

What else can I say?

Do you know someone named Hinojosa?

Yes, he was the other bodyguard.

We never went to
Chile Stadium with Pedro.

Barrientos' former military bodyguards,

Hector Hinojosa and Francisco Quiroz,

testified that Lieutenant Pedro Barrientos
was never present in Chile Stadium,

but other witnesses claim he was there
during those fateful days.

They had no idea who had been
the true material author

of the death of Víctor Jara.

And I told them,
"I know. I know who it was."

I joined the Chilean Army in 1978.

I was doing my
military service when

Barrientos chose me
to be his bodyguard.

Barrientos always carried a gun.

And he'd brag that with that gun

and had killed Víctor Jara.

Private Paredes lied,

and Private Navarrete lied.

No one says I killed Víctor Jara,
except for those two,

and they were both pressured
by police investigators.

No one else is saying that.

Our attorney Calderon told me,

"The Jaras and their lawyers
have no evidence. None.

And the evidence is on your side."

When I go off to work, I think of you

Through the neighborhood streets

I think of you

All that is emotion.
Because it even made me emotional.

If someone shows me a man
overjoyed with his daughters

and I'm shown a lifetime's
worth of photos of joy,

that's toying with emotions.

That's not fair play.

Pedro Barrientos was found guilty

and made to pay 28 million
dollars to the singer's family.

For political reasons,
they have ruined my life.

They've asked for my extradition.

I told you I wouldn't take part
in this documentary

unless you promised me
a lie detector test.

I need a way to show
the world I'm innocent.

The polygraph will determine who's lying
and who is telling the truth.

I am not afraid of this
because I am innocent.

Are you currently in Florida?

Yes.

Were you at Chile Stadium between the 11th
and 16th of September, 1973?

No.

Look, you need to understand that

every time you take
a deep breath, you move

It's very important
that you breathe normally.

Movement is the enemy of the polygraph.

Did you ever torture anyone before or
after the September 11, 1973 coup in Chile?

No.

In 1973, did you shoot and kill
Víctor Jara?

No.

That was the end.
You can relax.

Listen, so I analyzed everything,

and basically what happened was,
the results were inconclusive.

They were inconclusive because
you were breathing deeply

and moving around a lot.

The computer wasn't able to analyze
properly in order to give a result.

Yeah, but is that good or bad?

Well, it's not good or bad,
since we can't give you any results.

Well, all the results were inconclusive.

It's not good, it's not bad.

What does that mean,
'not good, not bad?'

It wasn't clear if I was
lying or telling the truth.

When I go to sleep,

I always think

about the injustice that's
been committed against me

in relation to the
death of Víctor Jara.

I am one of the political
trophies that they need in Chile.

I assure you,

you won't get me in Chile

I'd rather be dead.

I don't feel any regret
because I haven't done anything wrong.

I haven't killed anyone.
I haven't mistreated anyone.

I remember the day
that Víctor was murdered.

I was sitting next to Víctor.

And, sitting there, he said to me,
"Get me a pencil and paper."

And I handed him my notebook,

which had some
blank pages, and a pencil.

And Víctor began
to write, quickly.

Very concentrated.
Outside, there were noises and screams.

But he was focused, writing,

perhaps with the
premonition of death.

When two soldiers came
and grabbed him roughly.

Víctor tossed the notebook,
I caught it and hid it away.

And there is the final song,

the final poem of Víctor Jara,
that he called "Chile Stadium."

It goes, "My song,
how dreadful is your tune,

when I have to sing of horror.

The horror that I am living.

The horror that I am dying.

Horror."

He wrote it two hours
before he was murdered.