By Carola Chávez – Mar 5, 2021
I thought I could not live without you. I thought we could not live without you. The fear was so great that it did not let me think. There was so much fear, so much pain that your “we will live and win” was like a kick to the heart, because I did not know how to live or win without you. Eight years have passed.
Sometimes it seems to me that a whole century has passed, sometimes it seems that only a day has passed. Most of the time I don’t even think you are gone, because you didn’t really leave, you just changed the way you are with us. We have to know how to see you. We have to realize that the flare we feel is you.
You are here every day, with a word for every occasion. When you were telling us things in the present tense, you were telling us about the future. When you drew the future, you left us a map for our today.
Do you remember when you went to China to sign agreements with that country of which we only knew “special” rice, egg rolls and kung fu? I remember the mockery in all the talk shows on TV, the brainy commentators saying that you had to be crazy to go so far, when here, up there, was the best of the markets, “our natural market,” the gringo market, “the largest economy in the world,” under whose wings we had to get like weak trembling chicks and allow ourselves to be tamed. How were we going to do that to the poor gringos? What a shame this man!
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The same happened when you went to Russia and Iran! Tell me that, you became friends with Ahmadinejad, who, by the way, is still the great guy he always was. What is he going to look for there, apart from problems? uttered hotly the TV commentators with submissive resignation. If the world is the way it is, we must not be creative… it is dangerous, they will see… and they showed us their teeth and claws… and we showed them ours, do you remember? “Go to hell, you fucking gringos. Go to hell for ever!”
The 21st century found us united, fighting not to be dominated, as our General PerĂłn warned us, but not so strongly united that they could not divide us. Among our regional leaders that modesty still weighed, that care not to touch that corset tailored to others, that sacred rope around the neck of our peoples that they call (bourgeois) democracy and that only applies to us, and never to those who impose it on us. But what am I telling you that you don’t know! What I don’t know if you knew is that one by one the friendly [Latin American] governments were dynamited from within, through betrayals, political miscalculations, hesitations, deceptions… and you were not with us…
Nicolás and we, at times, many times, suffer the neglect of our regional friends. All, one by one, fell into the trap imposed by our common enemy—that Venezuela was a country that nobody wanted to be. Venezuela is the plague.
I know that it causes indignation, but more than indignation, sadness, because we all knew that we got united in order not to be dominated anymore, and yet, what I do know is what happened to our brothers’ heads—taking advantage of the hesitation and the dissimulation, the formidable enemy did not hesitate to stick its furious claw into them and now our peoples are paying the consequences.
It is we, the people, who always pay the consequences, you know. Because the oligarchy returned with vengeance. It returned to Argentina to sweep away within a few months the Decade Gained, and tied up the Argentine people with an unpayable debt of one hundred years. They returned to Ecuador and did the same. They returned to Brazil and pulverized Lula and everything that smelled of Lula. They returned to Bolivia! The most painful return of all, which we saw as if in slow motion long before it happened. That I think you would never have imagined in any of your visions of the future.
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They returned, and returned the poor to despair, to hopelessness. They came back and gave away our countries as if our countries were their property. They came back and fractured the unity so that their owner could control us better.
We the people always pay. There because they returned, here because we did not let them return. Here they finally made official—and hardened—the inevitable blockade that must be the fate of rebellious peoples.
All the attacks of which you warned us have come. And guess who won’t let us die? You know it, those countries that allegedly had nothing to do with us. Those who in your futuristic delusion would redefine the imposed order and would shape a multipolar world. But the madman was you, you know…
They punish us, and with each blow we grow, we reinvent ourselves. If I told you that we are living without oil income, would you believe me? Of course you would believe me. You knew we could do it. We were the ones who did not dare believe it.
We did not believe, and some still do not believe, how great we can be, how strong, how courageous; because with you in front, as a shield, everyone was brave, all super Patria o muerte, but when it was necessary to put our bodies in the line of fire, when each one of us had to be a little you, things became more complicated, more distressing…
I remember when we were driving through Charallave in the [2012 campaign] truck and you told me of the anguish of feeling the anguish of a people that counted on you. It was at the same time when I also burdened you with my anguish of believing that I could not live without you, that we could not live without you…
Eight years have passed since you changed the way of your being with us, since we all had to be a little bit you…eight years of fierce attacks, disappointments, pain, sadness, longings, but here we stand, still fighting with all our heart and soul, with that “ardor,” that flame that never goes out… Here we are, my cute Presi, reaching the Bicentennial of Carabobo the way you told us—living and winning.
Because you believed in us before we believed in ourselves, in each of our struggles and victories, big or small, you are living.
Eight years always with you, Chavistamente…
Featured image: Hugo Chávez is living within us (Photo: Marco Bello).
Translation: Orinoco Tribune
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Carola Chavez
Carola Chavez is a Venezuelan Chavista activist that lived most of her life in the US and is currently base in Margarita Island (Venezuela). She is a twitter influencer and a regular writer for "Con el Mazo Dando" website, Ultimas Noticias and many other Venezuelan outlets.
