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After listening to the declarations of Luis Silva, secretary of Republicans of Chile, one thinks that he spoke subject to the truth. To his truth, sustained since he began to mutter his first words. In an interview at the beginning of May, he loosened his tongue and dominated by arrogance and youthful euphoria, he stated: “Why, being a majority, do we have to reach agreements with the minority?
Crest is a tricky word with a tricky meaning. Raising the crest, for example, means showing pride. To give someone a crest instead is to mortify or humiliate him. On the other hand, being on the crest of the wave is being at the peak. In this case, the phrase reaches a degree of poetry and moves away from Silva’s crest. This week, as words burn her mouth, she expressed admiration for Pinochet. At first, I assumed that he was referring to Héctor Pinochet Ciudad, a Chilean writer whose work should be known. Héctor wrote admirable texts and had to go into exile, returning to Chile after years, where he died in Santiago in 1998. Let’s go back to the present. I felt such a surprise, although at this age nothing surprises me, since the Cresta Luis Silva was referring to Augusto Pinochet Ugarte. This distant relative of Hector’s only read history books and declared himself an enemy of poetry. Perhaps in his youth he wrote poetry, which was blown away by the wind of oblivion.
In September, on the 50th anniversary of the coup led by traitors to the country, the Cresta Silva will surely pay tributes to the coup leaders. Symposiums, reminders, parades to the beat of military marches, to dust off those who joined the treason. Accompanied by admirers, choirboys and well-known altar boys, they will go to where the tyrant is buried. They will cover the soiled earth with flowers, which covers the tomb of the dictator. Praise to the memory of his death. Praise to those who did not hesitate to deceive President Salvador Allende, showing him loyalty and admiration.
El Cresta Luis Silva, a member of the Republican Party, with his statements, wants to position himself as the successor of José Antonio Kast. Perhaps he finds you timorous in his statements. Too gentle and well educated. In the short term, he wants to displace you and become the boss. Shake up the masses, while he sponsors the unearthing of the scorpions that still live, waiting to be used. The new constitution, then, risks being a happy copy of Jaime Guzmán’s constitution. Dressed up, metamorphosed, corrected for military style, by waltz bars, with music by Strauss. In such a case, the risk looms that, if we do not know how to waltz, we will be branded as traitors to the country. A new chapter in the tragic history of Chile has just begun to be written. Time, which is nothing more than a human invention, will speak shortly.
By Walter Garib
