| Venezuela's new model army |
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| Written by Hilary Wainwright - www.redpepper.org.uk |
| Monday, 10 April 2006 |
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We publish an an interview with Venezuelan General Raul Baduel by Red Pepper
editor Hilary Wainwright, who visited Caracas earlier this year for the
2006 World Social Forum. The article appears in the April edition of Red Pepper.
Below is an interview with Venezuelan General Raul Baduel by Red Pepper editor Hilary Wainwright, who visited Caracas earlier this year for the 2006 World Social Forum. The article appears in the April edition of Red Pepper. It was all very mysterious; but indicative of the seemingly random way things can happen in Venezuela. I had only a few days left in Caracas after the 2006 World Social Forum. I wanted to understand for myself the rare radicalism of the Venezuelan military. How did they themselves understand the central role they played in civilian society? What were they like as people? Almost casually I mentioned it to Roland Denis, a critical Chavista, or supporter of the Venezuelan president, Hugo Chavez. Immediately he got on the phone. ‘Be at the ministry of internal commerce and industry at 8.30 in the morning,’ he told my interpreter, Liza Figueroa-Clark, and me. After a three-hour wait at the ministry, we are told to return at 4pm. When we do so we are ushered in to meet the minister, Estela Naveda, a feisty woman with a direct and informal manner. When I explain that I want to understand the role of the military in the political process, she makes a phone call. She announces that a chauffeur will take us to the Venezuelan army commander. She tells her assistant, Dayana, to accompany us. ‘Don’t tell anyone where you are going.’ A small car with blackened windows drives us across the city. We end up driving through a huge parade ground full of soldiers seemingly engaged in a mass jog. We come to a large white building and are led to a waiting room by men in camouflage gear and red Chavez berets. Its centrepiece is a huge and rather forbidding picture of ‘the Liberator’, Simon Bolivar, surrounded by other, military, founders of the Bolivarian state. The room is lined with cabinets containing various Bolivar memorabilia. Big plastic sofas are arranged around a vast table with gifts and trophies dedicated to the man we have come to see: Commandante General Raúl Baduel. We join the queue of military men – and one woman – lolling in a rather unmilitary and weary manner, waiting to see the general.
As
a newcomer to Venezuela, it is only in this waiting room that I learn
that Baduel is something of a hero for his role in the resistance to
the coup to bring down Chavez in 2002. Baduel was then commander of the
Parachute Brigade in Maracay, whose military complex, with its
Libertador air base, home of the country’s F-16 fighter aircraft, is
strategic to military control of the country. Baduel had been at
military college with Chavez. Like Chavez and many other officers, he
was from a working class background and had been to university. He had
also been one of the rebel officers who formed the Bolivarian Movement
with Chavez and launched the unsuccessful coup attempt in 1992 against
the repressive regime of President Carlos Andres Perez. It was not
surprising, therefore, that he should refuse to take orders from the
anti-Chavez putschists. He galvanised like-minded officers to rebel
too. This military resistance helped to trigger a popular uprising in
the capital.
We
sit down amidst apologies and reassurances. Baduel has a stocky, big
build with dark hair, a darkish complexion, browny-green eyes and a
responsive mobility of expression. He gives us an illustrated guide to
the new Venezuelan constitution based on the character of Expuiry’s Le
Petit Prince and holds up the children’s – and adult’s – favourite from
its pride of place at the front of his desk. ‘My favourite book,’ he
says. ‘You seem to be enjoying your role in civilian politics?’ I
suggest. He takes it as a cue to explain himself. ‘I’m quite religious
and a fan of oriental cultures. I’m Catholic, I believe in
reincarnation and I’m also interested in Taoism. It might seem a
contradiction for a general.’ He begins to relax. He seems to revel in
contradictions – which is just as well in Venezuela. ‘I have some
special coffee for you,’ he says as he lifts a huge jar of black liquid
with foliage sticking out. ‘It’s made in the Amazon, from a shaman
recipe with guarana and many other herbs. They gave it to me after I
did some work there. It’s very energising – probably an aphrodisiac
too,’ he adds, a little mischievously. ‘It helps to be a little
eccentric,’ he says in response to our bemused looks. ‘I would have
liked to retire in July as commander of the army and be closer to my
brigade of parachutists,’ he confesses. ‘But I always try to lay things
in the hand of God – though there could have been a dose of ego in me
in not stepping down as commander of the parachutists.’ ‘You’re still a
parachutist?’ ‘I still do jumps, geriatric jumps. Not further than
Suitably
fortified, I pose the problem that has been puzzling me all week. On
the one hand, it is clear that Chavez’s programme of reform really has
unleashed a process of democratic popular organisation in the barrios,
at the base of society. On the other hand, at the top, there is Chavez
acting on behalf of the people. In between, there are few credible
democratic structures. People have little faith in the Congress or in
political parties. There is a democratic vacuum – which is one reason
why corrpution and bureaucracy continues, because there is no effective
force to stop it. ‘Do you recognise this problem?’ I ask. ‘What is the
army’s role in resolving it?’. ‘Yes this vacuum is a problem. The
answer goes back to education. It’s through education that society can
consolidate its ethical and political values. The army has to occupy
this vacuum between the base and the higher parts of the state. But we
have to be careful. I lament it but sometimes military institutions get
involved in institutions that aren’t in their jurisdiction. We have to
remain the servants. We have to keep reminding ourselves of our
apostolic role.’ The discussion could have gone on and on. But it is now nearly midnight. We thank the general and prepare to leave. He then goes to the bedroom annexed to his office and brings out three copies of a poster, which he scrolls open to reveal photos of himself and colleagues from the Parachutist Brigade jumping out of a plane. He somewhat timidly points to himself and makes a joke about being modest. The poster, from 2001, commemorates the 52nd anniversary of military parachuting and 40 years of freefall parachuting in Venezuela. Then Baduel hands me a copy of a booklet about women in the Venezuelan Armed Forces. ‘My wife would never forgive me if I didn’t give this to you,’ he says. He tells us it is time to call Estela to wake her and inform her that he has carried out her ‘order’ to receive us. Our chaperone, the minister’s assistant, assures us her boss will not be asleep yet. Amidst handshakes and kisses and jokes, we gradually make it to the door and return to our long- suffering chauffeur. Tomorrow we’ll be hearing how activists in the barrios see the democratic vacuum separating the two driving forces of the Venezuelan revolution. |

