Thinking of Che and The World

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There is a moment in Che’s journey into the heart of Latin America where he reaches the other end of capital: the far edge where people reduced to mere shadows of themselves toil in the mines so that through a long, convoluted, backflow of their labor, their masters–elsewhere in the world–could enrich themselves. In my reading of Che, the encounter at the mines is the moment of moments for Che: a moment that could decide the undecided self that he had taken to the mountains. It is there at the mine talking to the men and women that he sees the naked face of capital: brutal, harsh, and rapacious.

I have never had such an experience, for when I went to the mountains it was to fight a war and people, those under my command and those around me, were just instrumental. I was twenty-one and not yet ready to question my own privileged place in the world. Capital was good, especially since it underwrote my privilege and offered me a thousand different rationalizations for the injustices and inequalities of the world.

Now, I often reflect on these things. There is a part of me that is wary of all self legitimizing narratives: qualifications, degrees, publications. The ultimate question that we all need to ask ourselves is simply this: what kind of world have we created? We live in a world where millions still die of starvation, where children still suffer because of inadequate healthcare, where poverty is on the rise while the rich keep getting richer.

How did we get here? Maybe, I will think about it after I get my tenure, or after I finish my next book; it is always after I have finished my next important project. Meanwhile, as I build a spectacular career, children are still dying: here, there, elsewhere and they are dying in a world of plenty.

If neoliberal economics is supposed to solve all our problems and make the world a better place, then how come the disparities between the rich and poor have increased and there is more suffering in the world than before. Yes, we have a thousand rationalizations at our disposal. It is mostly people out there somewhere: people who did not have the sheer luck to be born on this side of the global divide of labor.

Here I am: in the heart of capital and lately I have been experiencing the Che moment only my moment is the vision of naked capital at its crucible, at its very heart where the sufferings of millions are forged all in the name of free trade, comparative advantage, IMF, WTO, and other such labels.

Day and night the self righteous prophets of capital spew their two-mouthed incantations at me. Even their speech is inhuman for they use terms that no normal human uses: cash flows, futures, financial instruments. I live in a country where the super rich pay less taxes than their middle class counterparts and consider it their right. Across the ocean, in my home country, the super rich do not pay any taxes at all and live comfortably while their brothers and sisters die of curable diseases and have no resources to feed their children.

Yes, we live in a harsh world where we are led to believe that we are on our own. That is a perfect strategy: make us suspicious of each other, replace love with competition and you get the perfect rats for a stinking system. This is what I think when I am not busy being busy and self-important.

I think of Che and wonder: was he just special or did he live in a different age. An age where people still had hope and had not yet pawned their dreams.

  2 comments for “Thinking of Che and The World

  1. May 27, 2011 at 6:55 pm

    Amazing read. Your words flew me back to the nerve shivering moments of holding his book in winters.

    He was no different. His conviction weighed more than his rationale for standing on the stinking part of the divide.

    Perhaps when the bitter truth of injustices sets in, such individuals are convinced to WALK their TALK!

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