A friend told me that for the first time Cuba and the United States agree on one thing: The coup d’etat in Honduras is a threat to democracy. The only problem is that the step would place Honduras at some point in time near to Cuba in the past, because for some time we’ve renounced historical truth and the succession of events, over and above democracy; in my country no one remembers any more that yesterday, today and tomorrow are not synonymous.
So the ineffable Randy was doing his work on The Roundtable on Thursday. Trying within the dimensions of his possibilities to explain to us the reasons why the coup cannot be accepted or established, which is clear enough to all who believe that power imposed by the military almost always degenerates into sad dictatorships or corrupt and militarized governments (if one has lived the experience themselves they can harbor no doubt).
He considered it necessary, however, to spell out certain rights that a civil society must maintain above all if it is a State of laws and he said that now, in Honduras, these rights are being violated:
- The right to free association. - The right to a free press. - The right to demonstrate against the government.
He concluded the program with a key phrase: “No despot has the right to lead a hard-working people.”
It’s not a joke, Randy said that… I almost cried I was laughing so hard, to think he would have the nerve. I suppose it slipped his mind a little. I start to imagine that at the end of the broadcast he would receive a friendly “little call” from “above”:
“Randy, please. There are many ways to argue that the civilian government of Honduras has to be restored. Next time might you avoid giving unnecessary details?”
Then I found myself thinking maybe the idea isn’t so ridiculous, they called Pánfilo for much less.
This is an excerpt to a version of the song, Epitaph for Vladimir Visotski by Karsmarski Jacek (Polish dissident songwriter), which includes Ciro Diaz in his latest album, The Blue Slug, that I listened to compulsively for at least two months, especially on the street with my mp3 inherited from a friend who now has an I-pod. (Download the lyrics here) (Download the recording and album cover here) The song (in summary, which runs about ten minutes) is about a desperate artist going through the circles of hell in search of an answer or death, and at the end of his journey there is only loneliness and the weight of the supreme power above himself. So I found myself at times catching the bus across Havana at 12 noon in August under the perennial sunshine and with the distressing feeling of not going anywhere, or arriving too late, or going for pleasure ... I feel that I have already arrived at the eighth enclosure (this is the finale of the song) where there is nothing, and I feel useless and empty, and I look at people without faith who walk along the street and who have so much fear that they no longer know they're afraid, and who have seen so many Roundtables and so many news broadcasts that they no longer know what belongs to reality or just to the TV screen. They cannot discern that they no longer believe, but cannot disbelieve either, and just move along past me not going anywhere.