The
Bourgeoisie
by Roque
Dalton
Those who produce liquor and then say it's not necessary to increase the salary of the peasants because they're going to spend it all on booze. Those who speak with their families exclusively in English amidst Dubuffet paintings and Bohemian crystal life-sife photographs of mares brought back from Kentucky and Vienna and charge us daily in sweat and blood for their painful routine awakening in this land of dirty Indians so far from New York and Paris. Those who've understood, that if one looks deep enough, Christ was really the Antichrist (for all that stuff about loving one another, without distinguishing between the penniless and the decent and all this stuff about those primitive Christians conspiring in the complicity of catacombs and about the agitation against Imperial Rome and the fish so like the hammer and sickle) and that the true Christ was born in this century and was named Adolf Hitler. Those who vote in El Salvador for the president-elect of the United States. Those who propagate misery and malnutrition producing tuberculosis and blindness and then build tuberculosis hospitals and rehabilitation centers for the blind to be able to exploit them in spite of tuberculosis and blindness. Those who have neither homeland nor nation here but only real estate bounded in the northeast by Guatemala in the north by Honduras in the southeast by the Gulf of Fonseca and Nicaragua and in the south by the Pacific Ocean to which real estate Americans have come to build factories and in which little by little cities, villages, villas and hamlets have grown full of working brutes and brutes armed to the teeth who don't work but keep the working brutes in their place. Those who tell doctors and lawyers and architects agronomists economists and engineers that if you hang around power it will rub off on you and that every year there must be more drastic Penal Codes and hotels and casinos like those in Miami and five-year plans like those for Puerto Rico and civilizing operations consistent with eliminating the blue mark on the asses of distinguished ladies and gentlemen and irrigation canals to carry the little bit of water there is exclusively to the land where that power resides that's so good to be around, above all to those not professionally disposed to take a stand in favor of so many stinking and barefoot ones. Those who, to have freedom of the press and constitutional rights, bought newspapers radios and TV stations including journalists broadcasters and camera people and bought the political constitution with the Legislative Assembly and the Supreme Court of Justice thrown in. Those who, in order to sleep safely, don't pay the nightwatchman of the block but directly pay the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the Armed Forces. Those who in effect have everything to lose. |