I first encountered Hugo Chavez in Caracas starring in his own television show Hello, Mr. President. I couldn’t take my eyes of the program which began at 11:00 a.m. and ended after 7:00 p.m.
It was an endurance test for even the most dye-hard sycophants, and terrific entertainment for a first-time viewer. While the camera would pan droopy-eyed cabinet members seated in the front row, El Presidente showed no signs of flagging.
At the seven-hour mark, he chirped, “Bueno!” and declared, “It’s early! Let’s keep talking.”
Despair registered on the faces of the cabinet that could only shift uncomfortably in their chairs.
Chavez was nothing if not indefatigable.
And for all the scorn he heaped on Washington, he never appeared scornful of the people in whose name he said he fought his Bolivarian Revolution. It was his attempt at political transformation, named for Venezuela’s 19th-century independence leader Simon Boliavar, a designation that fit Chavez’s flare for the dramatic.
Chavez The ‘Healer’
Back on the set of Hello, Mr. President, this particular episode was shot at a local hospital to demonstrate new government expenditures for health care. Chavez was cast as “healer.”
A young female patient was admitted for intestinal pain. Chavez poked and prodded her, while talking to the attending physician. But for this young girl with a stomach as taut as a wash-board, Chavez seemed all the doctor she needed.
He gently put questions to her like a kindly priest, bending down to carefully listen. She gazed up at him in adoration, and then after satisfying himself that her health was in tact, Chavez declared, “Perfecto!” She was fit, right as rain. The girl beamed.
It was not every day that you could see a politician so supreme in his art that he had a Placebo Effect.
But she was one of his people: the poor who had someone and something to believe in as he convinced the mass of Venezuela’s poor that he believed in them. He staked his political fortune on it and for 14 years the calculus kept him in power even as the economy often struggled.
For many outside observers, Chavez seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room with an ability to speechify that rivaled only his mentor Fidel Castro’s.
Support Among The Poor
But the reaction was quite different among supporters who donned their red T-shirts and proudly called themselves “Chavistas.” They’d listen to him for hours, under a blazing Venezuela sun, gladly taking his scolding at huge outdoor events not to litter the grounds with their plastic water bottles. “It’s disorganized, just like the bureaucracy,” he would admonish.
Nothing seemed to get his audience going more than Chavez crooning which he would do unbidden and impromptu.
Love him or loathe him, this was a man of enormous charisma. It was not hard to see how Chavez lit up the room for so many whose lives were lived in the shadows.
The grandmother I met at a local public library in the capital was one of them. For her, Chavez had opened a new world with his literacy campaign that taught her to read. Never mind it was at a sixth-grade level, this 60-something lady was no longer illiterate and was over the moon that she could read to her grandchildren, who had always read to her. But it was her utter sincerity toward Chavez that stayed with me. She couldn’t talk about him without her eyes welling up with tears of gratitude.
While the zeal for Chavez bordered on the religious among the poor who make up Venezuela’s majority, the upper and middle-classes accused him of constructing a society of handouts rather than genuine jobs, and of failing to develop the country.
Still, his anti-free trade, anti-Washington rhetoric resonated among the dispossessed of Latin America. Many viewed Chavez as the counterweight to U.S.-backed free market reforms. With oil money, Chavez has financed Argentine debt, funded other nations’ infrastructure, and provided cheap oil possible for Caribbean states and the urban poor of American cities.
Confronting Foreign Oil Companies
On the night of his re-election in 2006, Chavez appear on the balcony of the Presidential Palace and appeared to be a different character than the affable politician who had administered to a pretty young girl at a hospital. He spoke in a driving rain storm, his arms slicing the air for emphasis.
He made plain his plan to make Venezuela a socialist state. He threatened foreign oil companies. He never once smiled. And he’d just won a landslide.
“This is another defeat for the U.S. empire,” he said, “another defeat for the devil,” a reference to President George W. Bush.
When I spoke with Western diplomats about his change in tone, they would dismissively tell me, “Oh, don’t listen to what Chavez says. Watch what he does.”
But Chavez did what he said he was going to do.
Within months of re-election, he nationalized the oil fields, demanded a majority stake in their reserves, and sent multi-national oil firms fleeing, some to court, some simply out of the country.
Six years later in 2012, Venezuela faced high inflation, food shortages, and a soaring crime rate, yet Chavez managed to win another six-year term.
Historian and University of Chile law professor Alfredo Jocelyn-Holt once remarked to me that his students were enthralled with what was happening in Venezuela. Chavez was to them what Fidel Castro was to his generation, he said.
“I might think that Chavez is a clown, but many people thought that Fidel Castro was a clown,” he said. “Many people still think that Fidel Castro is a clown. But clowns don’t stay in power that long.”