Chilean Chronicles, Part 89: October Behind, November Ahead

Our journey just keeps expanding.

If September was about an unprecedented eruption of memory on the fortieth anniversary of the Pinochet coup followed by a week-long celebration of the nation's independence, October was marked by journeys to countries and places we had never been.

We flew first to Rio for the Global Investigative Journalism Conference.

Traveling to Brazil was by itself a remarkable experience, and what struck me even more was being in a community of 1,300 investigative journalists from 90 countries around the planet.

It was like a wedding in which all of the guests loved to dig dirt on public officials, Four days of conversations begun and interrupted, but no one took offense.

Though these interactions I met colleagues whose work in countries where, as opposed to the United States, there are no laws requiring authorities to produce the information they request.

Journalists whose work in revealing the truth about what is happening are met with threats or blackmail.

Like a female journalist from Azerbaijan whose revelations of malfeasance by the president's family prompted authorities to plant a hidden camera in her bedroom and record her intimate moments with her boyfriend.

Or a young woman from Iraq who conceals her identity to preserve her safety.

Or a new friend from Brazil who traveled up and down the nation's borders to expose the trafficking and abuse of children.

Their dedication and courage and resilience moved and inspired me.

I returned from Rio to teach, but Dunreith continued to Brasilia, where she spent rich and relaxing days with her former student Veronica and her family.

A week later, we flew to Buenos Aires with its wide tree-lined boulevards and European-influenced elegance to meet Dad and Lee before they embarked on a 17-day tour that will take them down to the continent's southernmost point and around into Chile.

We saw the groups of mothers who have marched since the beginning of Argentina's Dirty War, waging a ceaseless struggle to learn the whereabouts of their disappeared children and husbands and brothers and sister, calling over and over again for those who ordered and carried out these heinous actions to be brought to justice.

We visited the detention center at ESMA, the former naval school, the largest of the country's network of hundreds of sites where Argentines were tortured and killed.

About 5,000 detainees entered ESMA.

Only 200 survived.

But we also visited Cafe Tortoni, the continent's oldest cafe that oozed with Old World charm and swagger, a place where poets and artists and writers and dancers and plain folk have come for more than a century and a half.

We had lunch at El Ateneo, the former theater turned bookstore that in 2008 was named one of the world's most beautiful bookstores.

We had a parillada, a plate of all kinds of meat, with Colombian friend and fearless journalist Jenny Manrique in the Palermo Hollywood neighborhood. The plate was filled so high with ribs and chicken and sausage that a friend of Facebook deadpanned that she gained five pounds just by looking at it.

I visited and learned from the folks at La Nacion, the country's second-largest newspaper and a place where the data team is showing remarkable persistence and creativity in accessing, cleaning and displaying data online and in the newspaper.

All of us soaked in the energy and openness and generosity of the Argentine people we met and whose eyes showed their pleasure when we told them how excited we were to be in their country.

We also traveled to Colonia, Uruguay, a town of just 25,000 a ferry ride and a country away from Buenos Aires. Together we strolled along the cobble-stoned streets in the community that alternated between Portuguese and Spanish control nine times during the years 1680 to 1825, when the nation won its independence from Spain.

We spoke with our tour guide Maria, a woman with short, pulled-back brown hair and a blue pants suit, about why Uruguayans twice had voted against reversing a law that granted amnesty to the leaders who ruled the country during the dictatorship from 1973 to 1985.

There was a war, she said. People did bad things on both sides.

And, at the end of the month, Jon and I learned that our application to gain funding to use the upcoming elections here in Chile to explore the degree to which the country's past lives in the present had been accepted.

Each of these experiences, each of these journeys to places which for years had only been places on a map and not somewhere that we would actually visit, has meant something.

Each conversation and encounter with someone with whom I have a shared passion for story and uncovering and sharing truth, has mattered.

They've mattered because they've contributed to a continually widening and deepening yet also shrinking sense of the world and of the interconnection of people who come from different backgrounds and cultures and classes and races and languages, but who share values and commitments and beliefs.

October's behind us.

November begins today.

I'm optimistic that the expansion will continue.

Chilean Chronicles, Part 80: Meeting Juan Guzman

Judge Juan Guzman, left, at the showing of the documentary film, Los Muertos No Callan, in early September. As he deliberated over what was arguably the most important decision of his professional life, Juan Guzman did not talk to any of his fellow judges.

To do so, he thought, would involve entering a world with all kinds of unequal levels of power and could contaminate his choice about whether to indict Gen. Augusto Pinochet.

Instead he spoke with one of his daughters.

And he talked with his wife Ines Watine.

It was 2004.

The choice about whether the aging dictator, then nearly 90 years old, was fit to stand trial was a difficult one for Guzman for two primary reasons.

The first was that he had a report from a psychiatrist that stated Pinochet had performed well enough on 15 criteria of mental acuity to be categorized as mentally intact, and therefore able to stand trial.

But the report from a neurologist said exactly the opposite, stating that Pinochet had suffered too much mental deterioration to be involved in legal proceedings.

The other level was more personal and more complicated for Guzman.

He felt compassion for Pinochet.

In him, he did not see the brutal military leader who had led the overthrow of the country’s democratically-elected government and overseen 17 years of torture, terror, disappearances and murder.

Instead he saw an elderly man nearing death whose physical and mental failings reminded him of his father.

Guzman spoke with his wife, the daughter of a World War II French resistance fighter.

She asked him two critical questions.

Would you have had compassion for Hitler during World War II?

Of course not, he answered about Germany’s genocidal leader.

Would you have had compassion for Stalin during World War II?

Even more I would not, he said, thinking about the 20 million people Stalin had been responsible for killing.

Guzman’s conflict receded.

He knew what he had to do.

Guzman told Dunreith and me this story toward the end of an interview in the law office near presidential palace La Moneda where he is working.

I had first seen the judge, who is tall and bearded and soft-spoken and gentle and respectful and impressively energetic for a man of 74 years of age, in Patricio Lanfranco’s film, The Judge and The General, shortly before we traveled to Chile.

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The movie traces Guzman’s odyssey as he moved from a sheltered, right-wing cocoon to becoming an powerful instrument of justice.

I had seen him at a showing in the basement of the Providencia Library at Cafe of Los Muertos No Callan, or The Dead Are Not Silent.

It's a German documentary film about the Pinochet regime’s torture and murder of former high-ranking Allende officials like Jose Toha and Orlando Letelier.

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Letelier’s widow Isabel was in the room that evening.

Guzman paid elegant homage to the courage she, the other widows in the film and so many women had displayed during and after the dictatorship.

After that session I had approached the judge and asked for his contact information.

A half-dozen emails and about a month later, Dunreith and I were sitting across a long, wooden table from him in the late afternoon.

The son of Juan Guzman, a diplomat and famed poet, Guzman told us about how he grew up in an unreflecting conservative environment. He attended tony St. George’s College and the Catholic Unveristy before beginning his legal career.

In those times, he was mostly concerned with his professional advancement-an orientation that he said revealed his right-wing oriented.

Infused with the political ideals of his family, he saw the Pinochet coup as necessary, but did not anticipate the barbarity the leader and his minions would inflict on the people.

Guzman made it clear that never attended a political demonstration, as to do so would violate his code as a judge.

Then the notice of his assignment to the Pinochet case came.

Judge Guzman didn’t describe the room or the date in great detail.

But he did say he understood immediately what It meant, how it would become totally consuming.

He couldn’t hear anything else his superior said.

Lanfranco’s film shows what he did, how he ventured from the seclusion and went around the country.

But it doesn’t show everything.

It doesn’t show all of the death threats and the political pressure he endured during the years he made his lonely journey.

He didn’t feel fear in a personal sense, he told us, because he thought of himself like a soldier in a cause.

But he did worry about his family.

Of course, the film does not depict doesn’t show what he’s done since the case.

It doesn’t inform the viewer that the one-time unreflecting right winger has gone on to defend Mapuche people accused of terrorism.

Guzman’s decision to indict Pinochet did not ultimately land the dictator in prison.

Not even for a single day.

It did not narrow the chasm between the classes or end the racism and prejudice here in Chile that he said are the cause of so much indignation.

Nor did it heal all of the wounds caused by the dicatorship’s bloody reign.

But he did, in the moment that he had been called, respond in a way far greater than anyone had expected.

He allowed himself to leave his comfortable cocoon and to confront the fact that systematic atrocities took place.

He did find within himself the courage and the strength to defy the expectations of those who had appointed him to the task, to defy the political pressure and threats, and to not only go after the generals, but to go after the leader himself.

The judge said he could talk for days-a signal that indeed it was time for us to go.

I said I’d be willing to listen.

Before we left, I told him that I had also learned to listen to my wife, and that good things happened when I did.

We all laughed.

And as we departed, we had a sense that had shared something special.

Journalistic legend and Chilean trailblazer John Dinges had told me about the film based on Guzman’s life and evolution before we came here in mid-July

When Dunreith watched it, I didn’t dream that I would ever meet, let alone interview, the man.

But now I have.

The Metro was packed to the gills on the way home.

The light had not descended from the sky.

Chilean Chronicles, Part XXXXI: Memory at the Heart of A Divided Chile

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC ARTISTIC IMAGES OF TORTURE AND OTHER TYPES OF ABUSE. After seven weeks here and as the fortieth anniversary of the coup led by Gen. Augusto Pinochet draws near, I´ve come to the following conclusion: Chile is a deeply divided country, and memory is at the heart of the divide.

You can see it on the street around the corner from where we live that close to two months ago was renamed after contentious debate from Avenida 11 de Septiembre, in honor of the coup that toppled democratically elected Socialist leader Salvador Allende from power, to its original name of Avenida Providencia Norte. (After giving an emotion-filled speech on Radio Magellanes, the people´s radio station, Allende either killed himself with a rifle given to him by Fidel Castro, or was killed, depending on whom you believe.)

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You can hear it in the language that Chileans use to describe the 17-year period in which Pinochet held power in the country.

For supporters, it was a period of a military regime.

For opponents, it was the dictatorship.

Carlos Aldunate Balestra, journalism department chair at the University of Diego Portales where I´m teaching, made the point that Chile has had divisions since it gained its independence from Spain.

But if historical memory resonates in this land that is close to 3,000 miles long, the noise from the coup is still the loudest.

The buildup to the anniversary is a deluge of panels, films, and programs in radio, broadcast, print and the web, all of which are tackling the question of the fateful time leading up to “el golpe” and its aftermath.

You can also see the enduring divisions in The Judge and the General, Elizabeth Farnsworth and Patricio Lanfranco’s award-winning documentary film about Judge Juan Guzman. After leaving the insular right-wing world in which he had allowed himself to live, Guzman immersed himself in the gruesome details of the Pinochet regime, and ultimately indicted the man who had been largely responsible for his professional ascent.

The film opens and closes with footage of Pinochet’s coffin being carried onto the street after the dictator died without having been prosecuted or convicted of the crimes that impacted so many Chilean families.

Then-President Michelle Bachelet, herself a torture survivor, former exile and the nation's first female president, refused to declare Pincohet’s death cause for a national day of mourning.

Her decision prompted an outpouring of venomous yelling and epithet hurling from hundreds, if not thousands, of Pinochet supporters who cursed their newly elected leader and chanted, “They never got him!” (This footage starts at 10:39 of the movie clip.)

A dismayed Guzman speaks while watching footage of the protests about the division that clearly existed within the country.

They haven´t learned anything, he says.

Of course, Guzman could have just as easily gained an understanding of the regime´s brutality by visitng the Images of Resistance Dunreith and I went to at the Salvador Allende Museum on Avenida Republica.

ART AT THE SALVADOR ALLENDE MUSEUM

A chronology painted on the wall of the room that you enter first explains that Allende established the museum to make art available to and for the people. All of the works in the building, including those by masters like Joan Miro, were donated by the artists.

The chronology signaled the importance of the coup by making it a round circle many times larger than the other items on the timeline. Pinochet's seizure of power did not stop the artists who had contributed to the museum and others who joined in the cause from registering their outrage throughout his bloody reign.

The timeline detailed the years and dates of exhibitions held by artists to show their support of the Chilean people and their opposition to the Pinochet regime. Intellectuals, philosophers and authors like Michel Foucault, Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Roland Barthes also expressed their dissent.

Many of these countries were enduring their own governmental oppression like Poland, Cuba and Mexico. The University of Chile held the work during the dictatorship, showing it again after Pinochet left power in 1990.

The imprint of his reign can be felt throughout the two floors, perhaps nowhere more strongly than in the basement, which the museum calls the bestiary.

The text introducing the room states that the works of art show what happens when the state has unfettered power.

The room contains images of leaders like Pinochet in a Nazi swastika on his sleeve, relentlessly turning flowers into corpses, towering about the landscape he's trampling through, A separate piece is called, In Nixon We Trust. Nixon is in the center like a coin. The names of some his top henchmen who fell in the Watergate’scandal-Liddy, Dean, Mitchell, Erlichman and Haldeman-are on the side.

An image from the Salvador Allende Museum.

But beyond the political satires there are literally beasts, especially a pair of horrific, grotesque, larger than life blue figures, one of which has its own face while the other is a skeleton wearing a mask.

There`s also an enormously disturbing image of a small naked man whose buttocks are visible as he lies face down into the stomach of a much larger, reclining Statue of Liberty whose vagina is bleeding profusely.

An image from the Bestiary at the Salvador Allende Museum.

The second floor shows what the bestiary wrought.

"They did not break us," is the title painted in black letters that crawl down the entrance of two of the rooms. But while the inability of the torturers to destroy their victims can arguably be classified as a victory, the pictures in the rooms showed the heavy price they paid.

And whereas the basement depicted the depravity of the torturers that was unleashed and given sanction by Pinochet's regime, the second floor generally focuses on the tortured, the murdered, and the survivors.

The first room one enters is drenched in pain, blindfolds and the assertion of sheer forcé by the state over its citizens.

In one image, three blindfolded men with thick, wavy hair are screaming in anguish. In the next room a man with a gag around his mouth is tied to a pole and forced to bend at his midsection.

A picture of three men in blindfolds at the Salvador Allende Museum.

Enforced silence is a theme throughout the exhibit. One images has a man´s mouth that looks like part of burlap material that is literally ripped out of the canvas, rendering him mute.

A picture of enforced silence at the Salvador Allende Museum.

The institutional silence and complicity of El Mercurio, the country's leading newspaper for more than a century, is the focal point of the room, Todos Los Poderes, or All the Powers. While guns are a more frequent image in the room and the exhibition, the dripping blood, paper's name, and resemblance to a distorted front page leave no doubt about the artist´s call for accountability for the paper that consistently went beyond the proverbial turning a blind eye to the regime's abuses to securing, and then publishing, photographs from Pinochet's secret police.

This silence is all the more upsetting in the context of these brutal images.

A picture of El Mercurio at the Salvador Allende Museum.

One of the most haunting painting shows five women in various stages of shame and violation. The perpetrator who presumably abused them is naked. His genitals are visible, but he has no identity above the chest.

An image of sexual abuse at the Salvador Allende Museum.

The concealing of torturers' identity was a common practice and a theme that runs through a number of the paintings.

Interior Room 3, a two-panel series another naked woman stands while light is shining on her. She is interrogated by a man wearing sunglasses who appears to be directed by a man speaking into a microphone from the second panel. Behind him a man's carcass lies inside a cage, as if discarded.

Another image of torture at the Salvador Allende Museum.

After attending an exhibit like this, it seems almost inconceivable that Chileans could somehow think life in the country was better during Pinochet. But Roberto Agosin, a dentist we met in Vina del Mar, said that there are ways for people who want to do so of making sense of such times.

Whereas Argentina´s Dirty War saw 30,000 people killed, in Chile the total was only 3,000, the reasoning goes, he said. Most of the murders happened in the regime´s early years, when the situation was unstable.

For his part, friend and broadcast journalist Miguel Huerta said that those families who were not directly affected by the regime would understandably have a different perspective on the history than those who did have relatives murdered, killed or disappeared.

PRO-PINOCHET SENTIMENT FROM ORDINARY CITIZENS

Pro-Pinochet sentiment is offered voluntarily and without hesitation from ordinary people on the street.

People like Senora Carmen.

She´s a retired teacher who used to work in one of Santiago´s poorest neighborhoods. We met at Santiago´s Biblioplaza a little more than a week ago.

Things were better during the dictatorship, she said, unprompted, when I asked her how her former students whom she taught for four consecutive years were doing.

There was more order then.

More control.

There was respect.

A woman working in a bakery in downtown Valparaiso offered nearly the identical words when I asked her how long she had been working there.

Twenty three years, she answered.

I imagined that Chile´s changed a lot since then, I said.

It has, and for the worse, the woman replied before launching into the praise of the tight control, order and lower levels of drugs that existed during the Pinochet regime.

Luis, a cab driver who took us from our apartment to the tony St. George´s school on the city´s outskirts, agreed.

He issued a passionate and unprompted denunciation of the dirt, sloth, drunkenness and general grime that permeated the city during Allende´s 1,000 days in power.

Pinochet cleaned things up, made the place more modern and got people to sleep at a more regular hour, declared the mustachioed driver, 67, who has been driving in Santiago for nearly half a century.

Alfredo Inostroza, a 64-year-old security guard at all purpose store Falebella, said he remembers when Pinochet came to power as well as the years afterward.

There was a fear, said Inostroza, a trim man with glasses and greying hair parted on the side that seems to carry his seriousness and dignity. The streets were much more empty.

But Inostroza does not necessarily equate the fear with a negative assessment of the general´s leadership.

Things were very unstable under Allende, he said. The economy grew during Pinochet.

And Maria Eliana Eberhard, a prominent anesthetist, told us that her staunch anti-communism comes from the pain caused by her brother-in-law´s brother being killed by a communist. A shadow crossed over her normally exuberant face as she recounted the memory.

PERSONAL TIES IN PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN

Perhaps nowhere are the divided country and memories more visible than in the current presidential campaign, which, for the first time in the nation´s history, pits two women candidates against each other.

The first, of course, is Bachelet. The former president and a divorced mother of three children, she served as Defense Minister at the same time as Donald Rumsfeld held that position in the United States.

She is also the daughter of a former Chilean Air Force General.

So, too, is Evelyn Matthei, her opponent.

Ironically, their childhoods bore many similarities.

Both were daughters of Air Force generals who grew up in privilege, attending elite prívate schools, mastering several languages as well as a profession or skill that required extensive practice and training. (Bachelet is a certified pediatrician, while Matthei is a clasically trained pianist.)

The two not only knew each other, but were childhood friends.

It was during the Pinochet era, though, that the similarities ended.

Whereas Matthei's father was part of the junta, Bachelet's father Alberto remained loyal to the constitution and to Allende. Because of that, he was tortured for months and eventually died at the Air Force Academy headed by the elder Matthei, even though he personally was not there at the time Bachelet’s torture occurred.

Bachelet and her mother both were tortured as well in the infamous Villa Grimaldi compound where legions of others also were tortured, murdered and disappeared.

Even though she did not break, Bachelet has said that she still grapples with the emotional scars from that experience.

Author Heraldo Munoz has written about how Bachelet would see one of her torturers in the elevator of the building in which she lived.

One day, she confronted the man, telling him, "I know who you are. I have not forgotten."

In subsequent trips the man averted his gaze.

Bachelet has at different points shown compassion for the torturers, saying they carry bags of guilt with them. And when she was elected president, she offered a gesture of reconciliation, hugging Matthei’s father and calling him, “Uncle Fernando.” (Her opponent has said her father and Bachelet’s father were friends.)

In her initial comments after being chosen by her party following Pablo Longueira’s surprise withdrawal from the race , Matthei asserted that Bachelet was eminently beatable.

That remains to be seen.

So, too, does the question of whether the election of either woman will inch this beautiful, blood soaked land further away from its wounded past and closer to a more shared and united present.

Chilean Chronicles, Part XXXX: September 11 Countdown Begins

Salvador Allende's leadership of Chile ended abruptly on Sept. 11, 1973. Although in theory all days are equal, in truth some matter more than others.

Some dates, like Christmas and Thanksgiving, evoke images of joy and tradition and connection. (Many non-Christians have a different take of the former, while many Native American have a dim view of the latter.)

But others days are noteworthy for the memories they stir of pain, suffering and destruction.

In our country, December 7, a day that then-President Franklin Delano Roosevelt called “a date which will live in infamy,” is one of those occasions.

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So, too, is September 11, the anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon.

Here in Chile, September 11 is also a day of major national significance.

For it was on that date in 1973 that the Chilean military, headed by Gen. Augusto Pinochet, ousted democratically-elected Socialist President Salvador Allende and ushered in his 17-year reign.

University of Diego Portales Department Chair Carlos Aldunate made the point during a dinner one of our first weekends in Santiago that Chile has seen similar tensions before in its history.

But the memory that resonates loudest in Chile are the echoes from that fateful day.

The anniversary is a moment of significance every year, and this one promises to be particularly important.

The first and most basic reason for this is that a week from Wednesday will mark 40 years since the Pinochet coup.

There’s something about the passage of a full decade, or decades, that prompts intense revisitation and analysis of key events. (I’m not in the United States at the moment, and can only imagine the frenzy that will build in November around the 50th anniversary of the assassination of 35th President John F. Kennedy.)

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The second reason is that November marks the presidential election.

And a third has to do with the personal histories of Michelle Bachelet and Evelyn Matthei, the two major presidential candidates, have direct ties to the aftermath of the coup.

These two highly accomplished women have similar military pasts, but very different political visions for the nation.

In 2006, Bachelet became the nation's first female president. A divorced mother of three children, she served as Defense Minister at the same time as Donald Rumsfeld held that position in the United States.

She is also the daughter of a former Chilean Air Force General.

So, too, is Matthei.

In many ways, the two women share important similarities besides their fathers’ military backgrounds.

The families were close, and the two women were friends as children.

Both grew up in privileged homes, attended elite schools, learned to speak multiple foreign languages and took advanced training in a discipline that requires many years to master. (Bachelet is a certified pediatrician, while Matthei is a classically trained pianist.)

It was during the Pinochet era, though, ushered in by the 1973 coup, that the similarities ended.

Whereas Matthei's father was part of the junta, Bachelet's father remained loyal to the constitution and to Allende. Because of that, he was tortured daily at the facility headed by the elder Matthei, even though he personally was not there at the time Bachelet’s torture occurred.

Bachelet and her mother both were tortured as well in the infamous Villa Grimaldi compound where legions of others also were tortured, murdered and disappeared.

Even though she did not break, Bachelet has said that she still grapples with the emotional scars from that experience.

Bachelet has at different points shown compassion for the torturers, saying they carry bags of guilt with them. When she was elected president, in a gesture of reconciliation, she hugged the elder Matthei and called him “Uncle Fernando.”

Yet, in some ways, the most basic reason that the coup’s anniversary is such a cultural lightning rod is the basic fact that Chile remains a profoundly divided nation, and memory is at the heart of the divide.

I’ll write more about this aspect in the upcoming days.

Tonight, I wanted to signal the deluge of news coverage, television shows, books, conferences, and museum exhibits that have already been published, or will be so during the upcoming week and a half.

Sifting through this flood of material will be my focus during the next 10 days.

This includes a week from Wednesday, when the date that bonds American and Chileans alike in suffering again occurs for the twelfth and fortieth times since the mornings when history in each country was permanently and irrevocably changed.