Last night, President Daniel Ortega spoke in Tola at an event honoring Gaspar García Laviana, a Spanish Roman Catholic priest who in worked in Nicaragua, and in 1978 took up arms to fight with the FSLN. Before getting into what was said, because as expected Ortega went off on a few other things, let me share a little about García:
It was in this country where Gaspar truly becomes conscious of what poverty is, and the outrage of the Somoza dictatorship's treatment against the most unfavored classes. He was always on the side of the poor, struggling especially against child prostitution. His voice was heard loud and clear against the Somoza regimen, which quickly labeled him Communist. That wasn't a much of a mistake since Laviana plainly embraced liberation theology (we must remember that this sector of the Catholic Church was later harshly reprimanded ...)
García Laviana finally decided to take arms and join the Sandinista Front insurrection. “Martín” (his war alias) died in combat on Nov. 11, 1978. (Cabeza Mechero, my translation)
There appears to be some confusion about the date of his death. During an August speech, Ortega said the mistake was made on García's tombstone, and that he actually died on Dec. 11.
The following is one of his poems, in Spanish and English (my translation):
La niña del prostíbulo
Catorce añitos de edad,
dos de puta,
cara joven
rasgos viejos,
piel lozana,
ojos muertos.
Pantaloncito ceñido,
desnudos pierna y ombligo,
pies descalzos,
recorriendo el puterío.
— ¿Cuántos años tienes, niña?
— Señor, tengo diecinueve.
— Niña, tú no tienes tantos años.
— Son diecinueve, señor, ataja la criatura.
Mira, niña, soy el jues. Si eres menor
de edad yo te llevaré conmigo y serás honrada.
(cruza un sueño infantil por los ojos viejos
de la niña puta)
— Señor, tengo diecinueve.
El juez se vuelve hacia mí:
— Tiene miedo a la rufiana.
Catorce añitos de edad,
dos de puta.
The girl from the brothel
Fourteen years of age,
Two as a whore,
young face
old features,
lush skin,
dead eyes.
Tight little pants,
naked legs and belly button,
barefoot,
making the rounds at the whorehouse.
— How old are you, girl?
— Sir, I'm nineteen.
— Girl, you are not that old.
— I am nineteen, sir, the creature cuts in.
— Look, girl, I am the judge. If you are under
age I will take you with me and you will be respectable.
(a childlike dream passes those old eyes
of the child whore)
— Sir, I am nineteen.
The judge turns to me:
— She is scared of the madame.
Fourteen years of age,
two as a whore.
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So back to last night in Tola ... Ortega compared his political opposition to "a rabid dog that barks every day in the media" (END/photo, too).
As I mentioned earlier, a group of Ortega's critics formed the Bloc against the Dictatorship on Friday.
Ortega called the new bloc "Somocistas." He said they're simply upset that his administration isn't helping the rich and elite stay rich and elite, and that during the 16 years that Sandinistas weren't in power, his opponents did nothing to resolve poverty.
Meanwhile, those opponents are after blood.
They say they plan to pass a legislative decree against a Supreme Court's resolution last week that legalized the controversial Citizens Power Councils (CPCs). They're also asking for the head of Enabás, Róger Alí Romero, for allowing CPC members to handle the money in his agency's program to sell cheap beans in poor neighborhoods.
"The political agenda is one thing, and the needs of the people are another thing, and we want to attend to the needs of the people," Alí Romero said last night.
The opposition's logic is this: If the CPCs are not a legal part of government, then the members shouldn't be allowed to handle government money. The CPCs' legal status is entirely unclear, though. And the topic gets more complicated because not all the judges were in on the ruling that made them legal, so the opposition safely call the ruling illegal.
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Unrelated, but important to me: I just learned a woman I worked with on
the college paper is in Iraq right now, covering the war for McClatchy
News Service. You have to respect the courage it must have taken her to
go there. This is her blog.