December 10, 1983

Dear family,

I write this letter on December 10, 1983, but I hope that I get to deliver it in person. Today marks the day that the horrible junta is officially out of power. I can’t say that I like Raul Alfonsín that much: he helped the cause, but he certainly didn’t help as much as many others did, and I wish desperately that someone who had risked their lives helping the cause was up there today. He always remained at the top and in prominence, and while Alfonsîn did some work offering his services as a lawyer to the disappeared, I don’t believe that he was in any real danger.

Today, Argentina is in the midst of a crippling depression and the country is looking down as a whole. However, without this terrible depression, I would never have felt as free as I do today and I would never hope t osee my family again, for without this depression, the junta might have stayed in power until the day I died (and for a while, it was hard to stop myself from feeling that way). I desperately hope that we get rid of these disgusting economic policies that are designed to help the rich and hurt the poor with their emphasis on fighting inflation instead of fighting the terrible poverty that it crippling this country and especially those who can’t afford an economic depression (just because I lived with the rebels doesn’t mean I can’t stay well read). I hope that I can enter normal life soon, although the cause never dies: the cause to help those who aren’t lucky enough to be born pale skinned and well connected.

Yikes! My rambling never got better in college and it doesn’t look like it’s getting any better now. Let’s just say that I have never been happier in my life then the day I saw a democratically elected leader get sworn in, something I haven’t seen for quite some time. The battle will always rage on, but I wouldn’t mind a hot shower in between all of these battles; I honestly can’t remember the last time I had one. Hopefully I don’t stink too bad for all of you; it’s a great day and I don’t want to ruin it by poisoning my family. To Argentina and the return of a great government!

All my love,

Roberto Rodriguez Clemente

1 thought on “December 10, 1983

  1. ssvolk says:

    OK, read.

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