February 15, 2005

And a little bit of humor is needed by now, courtesy of humorist Claudio o Nazoa in today’s El Nacional, dedicated to the new President of the Supreme Court. It is humor, but there are also a lot of serious thoughts in it

To Omar Mora , on Valentine’s day


Dear Omar:


Do not misinterpret me because write this letter today, February 14th. What happens is that these days I have had you very much in my mind. I always remember you with a lot of affection, missing our close youth full of friendship, family, studies, remembering our dear Casalta of Catia, our shared political fights, in summary, we lived so many adventures that it would be long to enumerate them, but nevertheless, I would like to express that even the bad things that happened to us, I remember with a lot of affection.


I imagine that you are by now ready for what comes after so much love, but don’t worry Mora, keep reading, that from my pen there will be more words of esteem. I only want to remember things from our interesting past together, when we were outright buddies.


You were, and I tell everyone that, the best student I have ever known, sometimes you even studied for the lazy ones like me that would copy tests from you on the subjects that I did not like.


You were one of the few leaders of the student movement that I knew that would throw rocks and would always get an A up to the point of graduating Summa Cum Laude from UCV.


How many rocks we threw together at the April 19th. High school in Catia! We protested everything and we never remained silenced by anything that we considered unjust.


We were lucky enough to have extraordinary teachers such as Professor Digna de Rivas, Professor Simon Escalona and others, of whom I don’t remember the names but they did teach me a lot, which is what is important.


How much we enjoyed studying and political fights!


Our graduating class was named after Simon Bolivar and my father, Aquiles Nazoa, was its godfather. We believed in a pretty Bolivar, tolerant, a gentleman, brave, elegant, fine. Liberator of nations, incapable of insulting a lady, even if she was the Queen of Spain.


Omar, do you remember those meetings we held with my father in Casalta? Do you remember how many times he went to the high school and gave us talks on Bolivar. We fought against all of the Governments which we lived through, even against the last one of Caldera, who barely said anything and had Chavez in jail.


We were happy and we were not aware of it.


We had so many projects, and note that most of those that graduated with us fulfilled them.


I thought that one day I would be President of the Supreme Court and you, a comedian…It’s a joke. The truth is that we both have different professions, the goal of which should be the same, to make people happy, you with your laws and me with my jokes.


Jesus, Omar, here comes the bad part…How do I say it? Ahhh, well! There it goes!


Mora, sometimes life is strange. It is now you who are that gentleman that we used to protest against when we were beautiful and dreamers. I am still throwing rocks at the same Government that we used to throw at when we were young, but now my rocks are my writings and I swear that the motives are the same we shared one day.


Omar, look around you; this is not what we endangered our lives for. It is not possible that you think the military that used to hit us with their machetes when we protested are now wonderful.


We fought and dreamt together of a country filled with happy kids, full of Aquiles Nazoa, full of brilliant students like you, of Indians that would not beg in the streets of the right to sign and say without fear ”I don’ like the President”. We dreamt of a country filled with dignified military officers, that would not burp in the face of women.


Omar, I learned that revolutions begin with being at peace with individual forms, without hate, with ourselves, so that from there we can irradiate concrete deeds for collective well being.


I liked it a lot that you said that we had to make all of us equals from the top and not from the bottom.


You and I fought for pretty causes and felt anger for the injustices we saw surrounding us, but I do not remember that in our hearts we had sentiments of hate, nor rancor.


I invite you to accompany me in throwing rocks again and for that I remind you of a phrase by Che Guevara:” If you are capable of outrage every time an injustice is made in the world, then we are brothers”. And I believe Omar that two things are happening: there is a lot of injustice and it is now in your hand that this does not continue to happen. Amazing! No?


The problem, Omar, is the “revolution”.


Revolutions are like marriages: wonderful as long as you are not the one getting married. “The revolution” here is wonderful as it is enjoyed by intellectual Ignacio Ramonet, who I assure you would never suffer this shit in France, neither Chavez nor Fidel.


I am sure that if things continue being the way they are going, I am going straight to jail. I bother you to request from you only one thing, please, send me to a jail where inmates will not rape me and tell the guards to allow my mom to bring me food.


Loves you like Hell, your forever friend.


P.S. Just in case I am not a coupster, nor do I belong to the CIA…but I would love to be both.

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