It has taken a lot of courage for me to write this post. It has, in fact, been years in the making. Mere weeks after my last diary entry, my father, a kind and innocent farmer, went missing. He became one of the disappeared. Up until that point, I hadn’t questioned General Pinochet’s regime for punishing the subversives. However, my father would never hurt a fly. How could he be considered a subversive? How could one even think he could have a subversive bone is his body? Here is a picture of him when from when I was little.
My father never truly cared about the government, whichever one it was. He woke up early and went to bed late, everyday, just so he could earn enough money to support my mother and my brothers and sisters. When would he have the time to oppose the government? With my father missing, my mother and my siblings did their best to support the farm but could not manage the huge task. Eventually they lost the farm and had to move into a cramped home with my aunt and her husband. Simply stated, my father’s disappearance made me question the Pinochet regime and how it was run. I know for a fact that my father was not a subversive. How many other people disappeared who did not deserve it? There was no way that General Pinochet did not know that some of the people whom his government took did not deserve it.
On top of all of this, the economic situation in our country currently is spiraling downwards. Unemployment and poverty are rising while the banks are failing. General Pinochet and his supposed “worldly” advisors have desperately tried to nationalize the banks in a pathetic attempt to put a band-aid on our terrible situation. Considering this and my father’s disappearance, it has occurred to me that the men in our charge of our country are both abusing their powers and unaware of how to truly run a country. Not only should these men be removed from their positions, they should face trials for their transgressions. For now though, I hold out hope that one day my father will return safe and unharmed.