February 1st, 2005

Roman

Searching for Everardo

I just finished Searching for Everardo, by Jennifer Harbury. It is her story of her falling in love with a Guatemalan rebel, his subsequent capture and death, and her long efforts to find out what happened to him. It is yet another indictment of the CIA and our government, and also a book of light hope, because there are indeed decent people in all countries who are willing to do what is necessary to make things right.

Clearly, something needs to be done about the way we have constructed a cell around all of Latin America and called it ours to play with. Something has to be done about our endorsement of torture worldwide. If our individual police forces can operate without using force in this way, then so can international "police". Torture is not even effective, yet we pay for it every day. I feel such despair at times. The more I read, the more I hear, the more I know and knowing makes me complicit. What am I doing about it? I send money now and then. I write an occasional note in my journal. I write an occasional book review. I don't have the kind of strength Jennifer Harbury has, or that so many others have, the strength to be singleminded in purpose and to sacrifice all if necessary. I admire that kind of strength, perhaps above all others, because these are people who are subjected to ridicule and misrepresentation but it never stops them. It would stop me.