Chavez, amazed and determined to not accept the defeat, made the ridiculous assumption that Ocariz had won Sucre because the municipality was filled with rich people. Everyone laughed at the president, making jokes about the surreal existence of golf courses in the middle of such a poor area. Ocariz earned the so-called “popular” votes from Petare that once were a symbolic pro- Chavez area. Or, if you prefer this way, “daddy-daddy” made the Revolution lose their support in the area, due to his lousy term in government.
With great enthusiasm, Ocariz took his spot in office as soon as this year started. Andrés, a friend of mine who lives in Sucre, was impressed to see the streets around his house fixed for the first time in 8 years or so. He also spoke about the public lighting. “It’s actually working!” he said with a smile.
Then, as soon as my best friend and I defended our thesis, we received emails inviting people of our major to work at Sucre's municipal office. My best friend quickly went to an interview; I decided to decline the offers because the offices are located way too far away from home. “We wish we could hire you full time, but can’t pay you full time, so we’ll hire you part time, if you wish.” She accepted, because she had no work experience and needed at least something to put at her résumé. Her salary for working part time was even below the minimum salary, maybe a bit adequate for someone who’s still studying at the university and is starting an internship but not for someone who already completed her studies. “Also, can you possibly bring a laptop?” they asked her. “A laptop?” My friend felt odd by the question. “We don’t have computers to work with… they took them all."
An awful reality punched my best friend's illusions in her face. By “they,” the person who was interviewing her was referring to the people who used to work there, the revolutionary ones. The people under “daddy-daddy's” command took the change of mayors as if it were an apartment move: they assumed that everything inside the building was theirs and not a public resource, a part of the municipality. In an open act of corruption, of which I have not heard any words or hope of justice, they took those computers leaving my best friend's new office with nothing more than empty desks.
But that wasn’t all. On the first of work, my best friend was shocked to notice that her office was cleaned three times while she was working, by different woman each time. “There are so many people hired here doing nothing, I think “daddy-daddy” hired them to buy their votes,” she told me.
Now, since the quantity of work is overwhelming, my best friend accepted to start working full time; for a ridiculous salary. I asked her to join me to lunch a few days ago and she replied “Well, I’m not sure; they haven’t been able to pay me yet…”
In the meantime, the assembly and the president have approved a reform on the law that rules the powers of the mayors, taking away from them several of their powers and concentrating yet more power in the hands of the central state (called by them “popular power”).
So as you can see, for those mayors and governors like Ocariz, who win a municipality that it was once considered Revolutionary, their victory was only a short celebration and the exercise of the government they were chosen to be in front of, is simply a nightmare. A nightmare that goes between dealing with the inefficiency and corruption of the Revolutionary government settled before them and the current government sabotage decided to disrespect, under any excuse, the result of the regional elections, held during past November.
PS: I just found this short post, in case you want to read more about all the things the Revolution does to make an Opposition regional government impossible