By Alvaro García Linera – June 27, 2021
All things age—living organisms, people and ideas. This is the harsh reality of the second law of thermodynamics. However, there are worthy ways to do it, remaining loyal to the principles with which the zenith of existence was reached, aware of mistakes, and without regrets or last-minute transformations. But there are examples of those who are corrupted by their choices, who are degenerated by their decisions. They are the beings that wallow in the putrefaction of the soul, dragging behind them the pestilence of a lost destiny.
This is the pathetic future of today’s political Vargas Llosa—not of that literary genius who made a place for himself on the bookshelves of the world with The Time of the Hero or Conversation in the Cathedral. His current political prose is tawdry, full of ideological monstrosities that stain the neatness of the conservative ideals he once professed. It is as if he is making a deliberate effort to debase the Nobel laureate he received and to leave standing a decadent politician troubled by barbaric passions.
Currently Vargas Llosa is swallowing his once ennobling democratic convictions to support without decorum the heiress and cover-up of the Fujimori regime that shuttered the parliament of Peru, suspended the judiciary, ordered the military assault of the Peruvian media, and promoted death squads with dozens of massacres to their credit. This speaks of a perverted drama in which a calm liberal mutates into a fiery neo-fascist.
It is not a matter of weak temperament or ephemeral convictions that perhaps, in this case, helped the elegance of his prose. In reality, Vargas Llosa is a literate example of an emotional displacement of the times.
He supports the crass maneuvers of the defeated Keiko Fujimori who denounces electoral “fraud,” annuls thousands of votes from indigenous communities, and maintains a curious silence in the face of the manifesto of former military leaders for the Armed Forces to disavow Pedro Castillo’s victory. Thus, he is ideologically related to Trump—who instigated his followers to violently take over the US Congress in January 2021—or to the presidential candidate Carlos Mesa who, upon learning of his defeat in November 2019 against Evo Morales, called on his followers to set fire to the Bolivian electoral courts, including the ballots of the citizens. These are attitudes not very different from that of Bolsonaro, who criticized the Brazilian dictatorships (1964-1985) for only having tortured instead of killing leftists; or the indignity of Piñera crumpling his small Chilean flag, to show Trump that its colors and star would fit in a corner of the American flag.
These are symptoms of the decline of a political liberalism that, in its refusal to assume with aplomb the twilight of its evening, prefers to bare its miseries in retreat. It used to be able to boast of its commitments to democracy, its cultural tolerance and commiseration for the poor because, regardless of the victorious political party, the rich always triumphed in the world where the alternatives of “possible worlds” were designed to suit them.
Now the planet is plunged into an uncertain fate. The ruling elites diverge on how to get out of the economic and environmental quagmire they have caused, the poor no longer blame themselves for their poverty, the neoliberal utopia is fading and the priests of the free market no longer have parishioners at their feet to bamboozle with future redemptions in exchange for present complacencies.
It is the time of the decline of the globalist consensus. Neither those at the top have shared criteria on where to go; nor do those at the bottom trust in the old course that those at the top pointed out to them. Everyone is living in a state of collective stupor, in the absence of a feasible future that triggers, among the global humiliated, outbursts of anguish, discomfort, anger and revolt. Occupy Wall Street, the Indignados movement in Spain, the “yellow vests” in France, the popular uprisings in Chile, Peru and Colombia, the waves of Latin American progressivism, are the symptoms of a convulsive era of unleashed anxieties that is just beginning. None of these discontents knows with certainty where they wish to go, although they know with plebeian and simple clarity what they can no longer bear. It is the time of a present that is fading and of a future that has neither arrived nor announced its existence, and the old dominant beliefs are cracking, retreating to give way first to radical disbelief, and then to the search for some new certainty where hopes can take root.
It is a creative chaos that is eroding the old moral tolerances between those “above” and those “below” and, with it, pushing the neoliberal consensus that brought society together to retreat. The masses and the vote, no longer the media or governments, are now the narrative spaces where the new popular sentiment will be determined. Democracy is revitalized from below, but paradoxically because of this, it has become a dangerous medium for the neoliberal ideologues who were democrats as long as the vote did not jeopardize privatization and the free market consensus. But, now that the masses and their ballots contest the validity of this unique destiny, democracy is presented as a hindrance and even a danger to the validity of twilight neoliberalism.
The denunciations of fraud spreading throughout the Americas, and which will surely be present in Europe, are not only the war cry of the defeated. They are the desperate slogan of the now-minority neoliberals, to systematically attack democratic institutionality and the legitimacy of the vote as a means of electing rulers. The coup d’état tends to be installed as a feasible option in the conservative political repertoire. And all this is done riding a furious language that crushes in its path any respect for tolerance and pluralism. They unabashedly brandish racial supremacism against indigenous peoples and migrants alike. They scorn mass protests and street demonstrations, which they label as the expressions of “savage hordes,” the “ignorant,” “aliens” or “terrorists.” And in a laughable anachronism, they dust off “anti-communist” phraseology to cover up with atavistic fears the violent disciplining of the poor, women, and leftists. Neoliberalism is degenerating into a self-conscious neo-fascism.
We are facing the decomposition of political neoliberalism which, in its phase of decline and loss of hegemony, releases all its violent energy and is ready to make a pact with the devil, with all the dark, racist and antidemocratic forces, to defend an already failed project. The universalist consensus of which neo-liberalism boasted in the 1990s has given way to hatred of any alternative ideology. And, as the latest Vargas Llosa demonstrates, the narration of this cultural rot is a literary mess devoid of the epic of worthy defeats.
Featured image: Vargas Llosa, photo: Frederico Xolocotzi
Translation: Resumen Latinoamericano-English, with additional translation by Orinoco Tribune