Detached from the most strict manuals, Chávez was the most Marxist leader of his times. He was the big father with warm voice that lived in triumph, surprising the post-modern man, silencing the neo-liberal. Unfettered by the common senses imposed by the media about the ways and moral doctrines of democracy, he was the one who practiced democracy the most. Free from the psychological chains claimed by bourgeois pre-judgments, he was the most ethical. It suffices to purely mention Chávez and it becomes unnecessary to argue that he was the only leader who built three million houses in six years of Latin American history, or the one who reduced poverty from 70% to 23% and extreme poverty from 40% to 7% in ten years. It is also useless to say that the houses weren’t given for free, but according to the dividend paid in line with the wage of the labourer; labourer with healthcare, education and dignified pension guaranteed; whose savings were destined to his future and quality of future living, and not to the pockets of speculators to buy and sell shares in the retail market.
All of that is not necessary to say, for the technical pretensions are the ones that make happy the small politicians, the easy analysts of exploitative universities or the mediocre columnists of a capricious newspaper. The truth of Chávez will reside in all of that which can be identified as Latin American, because to Chávez we owe the recuperation of the continental political identity. Because the Bolivarian dream comes from Bolívar, from the Great Fatherland, from the Great Colombia, from the dream of Francisco de Miranda.
Chávez is Fidel, he is Maradona, he is the coca leaf, he is the farmer, he is the Bolivian winter, he is the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo, he is the corn, he is the potato, he is the tomato, The Andes, the Fatherland, the Sun, the rain, the silver mines, the wind, the saints, the demons.
One of the most beautiful and accurate columns I have read about Chávez. Wanted to share a bit with you all.