19 April 2005
It’s been so long since I’ve made your acquaintance. The years have passed so quickly. Since I’ve become only a contributing editor about six months ago, the days no longer distinguish themselves from each other. I married a culture editor at the newspaper named Christina ten years ago. We’ve been very happy together, writing and living in harmony.
Today, though, has no problem distinguishes itself: Adolfo Scilingo was found guilty of “Crimes Against Humanity” during the dictatorship. He was sentenced to 640 years. The fact that he was charged under universal jurisdiction is momentous. It’s not only a step forward for Argentina, but marks a step forward for the international community at large. I’ve grown very cynical about the rate of progress in Argentina, but my faith in the strength of the international community swells greater each day. Human Rights are a universal concern, not purely domestic agenda.
The “Scillingo effect’ has been profoundly troubling. How does a man who ordered “death flights” expect to ever be forgiven? While his initial confessions Horacio Verbitsky was trigger to a series of proceeding public confessions, I still haven’t come to terms with the editorializing that surrounds such grave matters. Maybe I never will.
Oh! Christina is summoning me for our afternoon walk. The air outside is crisp and clear. The sun shines brightly overhead.
Until next time,