Chellis Glendinning :
The third inauguration: Evo Morales and nine years of paradox in Bolivia

‘Evo is a loaf of bread fresh from the oven,’ he said. ‘We’ll find out how it tastes.’

evo shhh

Shhhh! Don’t tell them how it turns out. Image from LibertadDigital.

By Chellis Glendinning | The Rag Blog | February 16, 2014

La Paz, 22 January 2006. Evo Morales Ayma was born Aymara and poor in the department of Oruro. For lunch he and his father would scrounge the thin meat from orange peels cast from the windows of passing autobuses, and his most ambitious childhood dream was to ride in a bus.

During his life he worked as a baker, bricklayer, farmer, trumpet player, and soldier; then rose up through the ranks of coca farmer unions to become a leader of El Comité de Coordinación de las Seis Federaciones and finally of the Movimiento al Socialismo (MAS).

It is for such humble beginnings that his election to the presidency of the poorest country in South America was of so much interest to Tom Hayden that he convinced me to travel to the transmit del mando in 2006. The truth is I didn’t want to go, although I admit that I was impressed: between the election and the inauguration Evo was already traveling the globe lining up potential allies — and doing so garbed in the ratty old red-and-blue pullover that he became known for. His vice president had been a guerrillero in the Tupak Katari Guerrilla Army, and his First Lady would be his sister, a vegetable vendor.

‘We will never witness anything like this
again in our lifetimes.’

In the end, Tom swayed me, insisting that “We will never witness anything like this again in our lifetimes.”

At the time we in the U. S. of A. were in a decidedly Eeyore state of mind. George W. Bush was busy dishing out his deadly brew with a neoliberal serving spoon and spitting out such indigestible scraps as: “I don’t listen to focus groups. It doesn’t matter if you mass a million, billion, six billion people or whatever. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.”

Despite the official claim that the global corporate economy was providing a miraculous boost to Wall Street,  not to mention the rollback — or out-and-out demolition — of the rights and equalities we, our parents, and grandparents had fought for.

And so it was with an unforeseen boost to my waning sense of possibility that I was lifted to the altiplano skies by the exploding spirit of the Bolivian people.

evo dances with aymara women 2006

Evo dances with Aymara women in 2006.

In Plaza San Francisco, where in the past syndicates and citizens had gone mano-a-mano against the military, they were now awaiting the arrival of their new leaders. Beaming Aymara women in bowler hats. The street kids rehabilitated by El Teatro Trono atop stilts made of scrap wood, gyrating to the thunder of homemade drums. Quechua women in their flat-topped straw monteras. Miss Bolivia Universo. Bigger-than-life eagle puppets. Charango players and marching bands. Dance groups in huge headdresses. Bolivia’s glorious trícolor, blue MAS banderas, multi-colored wiphala flags — all flapping like foam caps atop a sea of humanity.

Rather than one mass lunging like a revved engine toward the singularity of the stage as would be done in the U.S., the crowd organized itself into hundreds of small circles resembling village clans. I was jammed into one, and an infant wrapped in an aguayo shawl grasped to hold my finger. With a gold-toothed grin, an Aymara woman admired the artistry of my newly-purchased poncho.

To the emphatic toots of zampoña music, a cholito in a red woven helmet danced with an African-American girl in dreadlocks; a willowy blond boy spun a laughing indígena. A serpent of miners in hardhats pressed through, and every now and again the crowd let roar a mass chant: “¡EVO! ¡EVO! ¡EVO!”

Suddenly Eduardo Galeano materialized on the stage. His gravely voice bouncing from one end of the plaza to the other, he proclaimed that Evo’s presidency marked the end of “la dictadura de miedo”/the dictatorship of fear. Next came Vice President Álvaro García Linera. “Una pollera, una falda, un poncho — lo mismo que una corbata…Todos los bolivianos debemos ser iguales,” he announced. A cholita skirt, a simple skirt, a poncho — they are the same as a necktie … All Bolivians should be equal.

Then Evo… and the crowd stilled like a hunk of granite on Illimani. The once-coca farmer, now decorated with the medallion of Simón Bolívar, pledged unprecedented striving for justice — and the sky opened to a downpour as thousands of Bolivians were drenched in hope.

My own inner ascension could not have soared any higher… until Evo´s next words: “La lucha que dejó Che Guevara, vamos a cumplir nosotros”/We will finish the fight that Che Guevara started.

In the early years it wasn’t kosher to critique the breakthrough presidency.

La Paz, 22 January 2015. Nine years have passed, I have lived in Bolivia for five of them — and I still cannot let go of that crumb of wisdom an 18-year old taxista shared back in 2006 when I asked how he liked his new president. “Evo is a loaf of bread fresh from the oven,” he said. “We’ll find out how it tastes.”

And we have.

In the early years it wasn’t kosher to critique the breakthrough presidency. From that stretch of time until 2011’s police violence against indigenous marchers in Chaparina, resulting in the first appearance in print of words like “dictatorship”; from the building of mega-iron mines, gas pipelines, and lithium factories through the launch of the nation´s own Chinese-made satellite, the announcement of Iran-funded uranium mining and nuclear power, and the initiation of a super-highway through constitutionally-protected native lands/nature reserve to transport Brazilian commodities to Chilean ports; and including rings of corruption within the administration, police authorities condemned for cocaine trafficking, execution-style killings of opposition proponents, and constipation of judicial action on cases embarrassing to the Palace — it has been a wild ride.

File photo of Bolivian President-elect Morales being blessed by Aymara priest Valentin Mejillones during a ceremony at Tiawanaku

Aymara medicine man Valentin Mejillones blesses Evo during a ceremony  in January 2006. The priest recently been arrested for running a cocaine purification plant. Photo from Reuters.

Perhaps no event could be more illustrative of the paradoxes of Bolivian politics than when the very amauta/medicine-man who conducted the 2006 spiritual purification at Tiawanaku honoring the altiplano‘s first indigenous leader in 500 years was jailed for running a cocaine purification factory in El Alto.

I decide to head to La Paz to see how the inaugural ambiance has changed in nine years.

And it has. The atmosphere of spontaneous fiesta — long replaced by the work of planning, passing laws, building institutions, and making policies — has given way to a continuation of support, yes — but support less spurred by heart-felt release than by a conscious effort organized, regulated, and controlled by the government.

The entire area is encased by a police barricade with SWAT teams cruising the periphery
in open trucks.

Curiously no one seems to know what is happening. The concierge at Hotel España doesn’t know, newspapers give no indication. Just as I did in 2006, I watch the official transmission on TV in my room. When it´s over, as in 2006, I head out to Plaza San Francisco. Not a soul is there, rather the action seems centered in the Plaza Murillo where the Palace, National Assembly, and site of Evo’s proposed multistoried super-heliport prevail. But the people are not allowed in; the entire area is encased by a police barricade with SWAT teams cruising the periphery in open trucks.

Evo Morales, Alvaro Garcia Linera, Rafael Correa, Dilma Rousseff

Bolivian president Evo Morales is sworn in for third term. From left: Ecuador’s President Rafael Correa, Morales, Brazil’s President Dilma Rousseff, and Bolivian Vice President Alvaro Garcia Linera. Photo by Juan Karita / AP.

Instead of an air of celebration, there is frustration. I situate myself at Calle Comercio and Sanjines and watch waves of people puff-and-pant up the steep street, turn around, and descend. I see one lone miner in his best for-show hardhat. Here and there an amauta in traditional dress, his magic stick in a tube on his back. Whole branches of bananas and wooden boxes full of tomatoes are heroically lugged up, only to be turned back. There is no connection between people, no village clans, no music generated from the celebrants; this time the government is in charge.

Then something out-of-the-ordinary takes place. I cannot give details as to how it happens — perhaps as the result of somebody´s magic stick? — but director of Teatro Trono Iván Nogales and I are inexplicably swept through the olive barricade to the other side. And suddenly we are charged with carrying the Comité Cívica Juvenil de Oruro banner and, a cadre of red-coated military musicians blasting trumpets and drums at our backs… we are marching straight into Plaza Murillo where Evo Morales, Álvaro Garcia Linera, various Latin American and Bolivian officials await the exhibition of citizen support.

For those participating in this spectacular pageantry, is it a full-on basking in achievement and hope? Or is it attraction to pomp and power? Or required participation? For sure, the celebration is no longer 2006’s spontaneous expression by the joyous citizens who fought for years to upend the dictatorships. But is it now the captive of what some activists and intellectuals are calling “autoritarianismo”? Or is it a true reflection of what others assert is “the best presidency in Bolivian history”?

Colonization, empire, and the corporate global economy generate paradoxes within both exploited and perpetrator.

Chuquisaca, 27 January 2015. Colonization, empire, and the corporate global economy generate paradoxes within both exploited and perpetrator that few have yet figured out how to resolve; it seems rather that humanity has been irretrievably damaged — and impossibly ensnared.

Take, for instance, the requisite to construct a nation-state strong enough to survive militarily. Ergo: Evo´s formerly victimized Bolivia launches a campaign of military fortification — acquiring new fighter planes, updated weapons, satellite technologies; crafting relationships that crisscross political boundaries from Iran, China, and Venezuela to Australia, Japan, and perhaps now the United States; requiring military and police to sign oaths to defend socialism; and launching public campaigns to inculcate nation-state patriotism.

bolivian highway protest

Indigenous Bolivians march towards La Paz, protesting a planned Amazon superhighway. Photo by Juan Karita / AP.

Take the economic fact that Real Politic offers no alternative to survival other than tooth-and-nail competition within an out-of-control global economy. Wanton exploitation of natural resources, mega-industrialization, canals and superhighways, robots and drones — and mass fabrication of horror-filled Halloween masks to sublimate the panic that such unrestrained development produces.

The wars rage on. Palestine, Iraq, the Congo, Syria, Nigeria — as the age-old and ongoing battle to steal/dominate/wreak vengeance/recuperate persists, and millions of sentient beings give their lives to campaigns — for/resistance-against imperial pursuits. So, too, economic development of an exploitative, mass-commodity-based bent. Whether classical, modern, or postmodern, its unlimited expansion is killing bees and lemons, oak and molle, seas and rivers, the sky, the oceans — just as it leaves a moon scattered with trash, the tops of mountains lopped off, and tomatoes mixed with the DNA of fish. Not to mention the demolition of cultures, communities, and countries.

It is not news that the planet is a finite being. More than 10 years ago various scientists stated at least three times that “in 10 years” the planet would reach the breaking point, after which recovery from the ecological damage will have gone too far for recovery. Read: stop militarism and war immediately. Read: join Uruguayan President José Mujicain asking, “What is this development we long for? The same the industrial West has created?”

Paradox reigns.

And Evo Morales — his ratty sweater now replaced by a designer jacket, his longing to ride in a bus fulfilled by helicopters and jets — is not immune from its demands and contradictions.

This article was also published at CounterPunch and was cross-posted to The Rag Blog by the author. Read more of Chellis Glendinning’s writing on The Rag Blog.

[Chellis Glendinning is the author of seven books, including the award-winning Off the Map: An Expedition Deep into Empire and the Global Economy and Chiva: A Village Takes on the Global Heroin Trade. She is currently working on a book in praise of activists, thinkers, and artists she has known in social movements. She can be reached via her website,]

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2 Responses to Chellis Glendinning :
The third inauguration: Evo Morales and nine years of paradox in Bolivia

  1. Frances PayneG says:

    Articulo fantastico!

    Se lo puedo conseguir en espanol?

  2. joe manning says:

    Peasant societies are more receptive to socialist theory than are those with a sizable middle class. Trouble is as Bolivia develops it will differentiate into classes. I hope Evo can define and bring his message of inclusion to the masses. Like George Lukacs said “theory becomes a material force only when it grips the masses, without this gripping it remains a will o’ the wisp.”

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