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By Richard Rodríguez
os Angeles Times ,Sunday,
October 25, 1998
SAN FRANCISCO--In those years when movies were young, Americans used to
dream in the dark about the Latin Lover: Cesar Romero, Carlos Gardel, Ramon
Navarro. His dark eyes. His smile. The closer his lips came to us, the more we
loved him. The Latin Lover was an exotic because, in truth, most Americans
didn't know much about Latin America.
For a longer time, since independence from Spain in the 1800s, Latin
Americans have entertained their own romance. In the harsh light of day and in
the dangerous night, Latin Americans have dreamed of a strongman, a man of
resolution and force, who might rescue the nation.
Last week, two of Latin America's aging strongmen were in the news. Cuba's
Fidel Castro was traveling in Spain, playing the grand old man of the
international left. Not so far away, Chile's ex-President Augusto Pinochet, in
Britain for medical treatment, was detained by Scotland Yard under a warrant
issued by a Spanish judge, who is seeking to extradite him in the murders in
Chile of 79 Spanish citizens during Pinochet's famous reign of terror in the
1970s.
Chileans are in the habit of speaking of themselves and their nation with a
sigh. Chile, they say, is insular, alone, cut off from the rest of Latin America
by desert and mountains and sea. But the dreams and divisions of Chile for much
of this century were typically Latin American.
Last week, as news spread throughout Chile of the arrest of Pinochet in
London, crowds massed. According to news reports, some cheered Spain for
detaining the murderous tyrant; others demanded that Britain release the beloved
father of the nation.
Octavio Paz, Mexico's greatest writer this century, once observed that his
country's calamity was that Mexico, like Russia, did not have an 18th century.
Paz meant that in the 1700s, when much of Europe was overturning monarchy and
establishing modern notions of individual rights and democracy, Mexico remained
in the grip of a decaying old order.
Paz's point could be extended to the rest of Latin America. By the time
independence from Spain was won, Spain had bequeathed to her former colonies a
tradition of authoritarianism and a civic order based on brute power.
Latin American history became the history of armies in the night. The army
general murdered by a guerrilla murdered by a general. One man succeeded or
toppled by another to stand at the palace window. The strongman promising land
reform. The next strongman promising the restoration of the landowners' claim.
My Mexican father, who grew up, early in this century, during the violent
civil war that Mexico still prefers romantically to call its "revolution";
my Mexican father who saw Mexican murdering Mexican ("Viva Mexico!"
the mobs cheered for the winner); my Mexican father, who is one of the gentlest
men I know, thinks that what Mexico needed in this century was a strongman, "someone
like Francisco Franco in Spain."
The General and the Guerrilla. Pinochet and Castro. The left and the right
in Latin America each have had, in recent years, their own Latin Lover--the
idealized strongman who would hold the nation in his arms and banish disorder.
Orden: the strongman's promise spread throughout the land. There is no more
erotic word in the lexicon of Latin America.
Chile was among the most successful countries in Latin America in
establishing democratic governments early in its history. But the tragedy of the
nation was that, by the 1960s, Chile was enlisted by the international right and
left to play out a parable of the Cold War.
Salvador Allende, friend to Castro, winner of the Lenin Peace Prize in
Moscow, as Chile's president imagined that his nation's future required the
nationalization of industry and property. He would be overthrown by his own army
chief, Pinochet, friend of the Nixon White House.
American and Western European left-wing intellectuals glorified Allende
after his suicide in 1973. They broadcast the terrible news of the Chilean
army's oppression: the mass trials in the National Stadium and the mass
executions and night-time abductions (los desaparecidos). On the other hand,
business interests in the United States and Western Europe cheered when Pinochet
welcomed foreign investment back to Chile and privatized business.
Cuba and Chile today are vastly different countries, with very different
economies. Cuba, strangled by a U.S. economic blockade, has turned to rust and
to food lines. Chile has a robust economy and the largest middle class in Latin
America, though the gap between rich and poor yawns ever wider and dust rises
from slums surrounding Santiago.
Yet, for all their differences, both countries are linked by odd
similarities. For example, both Cuba and Chile enjoy the highest literacy rates
in Latin America. Both countries remain among the most socially conservative,
regarding such matters as divorce and homosexuality. In both countries one can
hear a defense of the strongman that sounds remarkably similar. Necessity,
necessity, there was no other way. . . .
In the autumn of his life, Pinochet had become a "senator for life,"
according to the provisions of the constitution that he revised before
relinquishing (without, therefore, fully relinquishing) power in 1997. Older, he
had changed from the general--always pictured behind sunglasses, unsmiling, in
uniform, bedecked with medals--into somebody's doting grandfather in his
English-tailored suits. Tata. Grandfather to the nation, a portion of which
still surely would always love him.
The very wealthy of Latin America today love Miami for moderating between
the overly efficient United States and the disorganized nations of the Latin
south. But for older generations, Europe was the admired address. Rich Mexicans,
for example, always loved Paris.
Pinochet, the Chilean, was an Anglophile. It is London that Pinochet deeply
admires: the civil tone of things, the order of life, Curzon Street and Green
Park; he was friends with the greatest Tory of them all, Baroness Thatcher. The
irony: No foreboding could have warned him that he might be detained in London,
he an old man with a coarse face and a peasant's hands but with soft blue eyes.
The second irony: It was modern, secular, democratic Spain that demanded an
accounting from the Chilean strongman. Whereas in 1975, Pinochet was the only
Latin American head of state to attend the funeral of Franco, the last of the
Spanish strongmen, today Spain flatters itself with its own modernity. Spain has
found its 18th century.
What must Pinochet think in his hospital room, knowing that Scotland Yard is
waiting outside the door? What must he think of the freedom, the acclaim, his
fellow Latin American strongman enjoys, Castro--now friend even to the pope?
The 18th century, meanwhile, is only beginning to dawn in Latin America.
Democratic governments and notions of individualism are forming in Latin America
to challenge the inevitability of the strongman.
Meanwhile, in the United States, the Latin Lover has fled the screen. We
fear the illegal immigrant today. We know about drug lords and jungle wars. We
know about dictators waving to vast crowds from palace balconies. We no longer
dream of the Latin Lover we used to love in the dark.*
Richard Rodriguez, an Editor at Pacific News Service, Is the Author of "Days
of Obligation."
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