What is like being an university student in the Socialism of Venezuela

Nevertheless, and paradoxically, in all those years of richness with many aid programs the poverty levels - understood as “the situation of shortage or material lack in relation with a magnitude or normative pattern (…) which is define by the satisfaction of basic necessities for the survival (absolute poverty) or the survival with dignity (relative poverty)” (España, 2016 p. 29) remained consistent until 2014, when they started to increase. According to España (2016) the Survey about the Conditions of Life in Venezuela (ENCOVI for its initials in Spanish) during the year 2014 show up that the proportion of families in extreme poverty were 23.6% meanwhile the non – poverty families represented the 51.6%. By 2016, those numbers suffered a severe negative alternation, being the extreme poverty who represented the 51.51% of the Venezuelan families,  meanwhile the non – poverty families reached only the 18,24%.

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In matter of violence divided by Briceño Leon (2008) in three types: physical, psychological and structural. Psychologically the “emotional aggression to another person and can be active or passive (…) by action or omission, as verbal offense or as silence” (Briceño Leon, 2008 p. 28); the structural means “the social conditions that given their material lacks represents an aggression against the human being and their life quality” (Briceño Leon, 2004 p. 28); and by physical violence “the use of physical force or power, threatened or actual, against other or oneself” (Briceño Leon, 2009 p. 29).  It’s clear that Venezuela is going through a violence crisis in all its aspects; however, we can only talk with sustenance about the last 2 ones: the presence of structural violence in our society given its close relationship with poverty, explained it in detail on the previous paragraph. Regarding physical violence, Caracas, our capital has been considered the most violent city in the world in 2016, and the second one in 2017 (D’hoy, 2017; BBC, 2018).  

Protest 2.017

By the time this was written (April 2017) given  the unsustainable social situation, the country was going through -maybe the greatest crisis in the contemporary history of Venezuela protests in all the national territory, tens of people murdered by the military force, repression of the right to protest, repudiation of the Legislative Power, rupture of the constitutional order, the denounce by the ex Attorney General (today in exile) Luisa Ortega Diaz and a call for a “national constituent assembly” (today, completely installed) where the constitution is going to be rewritten.   

Directors of the national constituent assembly

 Once contextualized, I asked, what is it like to be a young university student in the Socialist Venezuela? But, it would be better to ask what does it feel to be a young university student in the Socialist Venezuela? Those are really deep questions, very discussed and bitterly debated in these moments. Nevertheless, I’m going to try to answer it from my own subjectivity “What do I feel being a young university student in the Socialist Venezuela?”  

Being an university student is (or, should be), as I always has been told, the best moment of your life, the moment where you define, or finish defining your identity; where you build your future, where you train yourself to achieve the goals you’ve always wanted. That moment when you’re free, you feel great, the owner all the knowledge, with a spirit of hopefulness and above of all, wanting to go out and take the world on our hands. We’ve been promised long journeys on that dreamed campus, hours of frustration for some subject, and also fun and happy hours in its gardens.

And in return we’ve promised a university with freedom of thought, builders of knowledge, with the opportunity to grow up and improve our social-economic situation.  

But what happened? Where did all those promises go? No one told us about being afraid of walking around that great university campus, no one told us that we shouldn’t take valuable objects to our second home, or that because of thinking differently and wanting to do the things in the right way, you could get hurt. No one warn us that we could be murdered during morning of classes. No one told us that we should strongly debate between missing more classes or going to wait in line to buy some food. No one prepared us to study in that line.  No one thought us how to find food at affordable prices, and much less, to administrate ourselves with hyperinflation. 

 How would we know that we should divide our thoughts between the test and the classmates being murdered on the streets? How could we be prepared to assume the reins of a process of social change? How the hell could we be prepared to sacrifice semesters in order to recover our country? The answers is easy, no one knew it. No one knew that this generation would had to sacrifice the best moments of our lives to save our country from the tyranny, the autocracy and the systematic violation of the human rights. However it was on us, university students, young workers, fathers, mothers, grandparents to go out on the streets and risk our lives looking for the defense of the nation. 

 But, have you ever asked yourself, what does it feel? What does it feel to see your dreams thrown down? What does it feel to live in the eternal debate between “should I stay and finish my career” or “should I go away to have a better life”? What does it feel to say goodbye to your friends, parents, siblings and partners at an airport without the certainty of ever seeing them again?. What does it feel to live with that overwhelming feeling of “we’re never getting out of this”? The feelings are diverse and complex. Anxiety, anxiety for not knowing what the future is bringing us on this adverse situation. Will I be able to continue studying? Could I finish my career? Will I be stolen today? Will I be the next one on the statistics of violent deaths in Venezuela? Yes, it does sounds fatalist, even dramatic, but I ask you, Venezuelan, have you ever made yourself those questions? Fear. The fear of going out on the streets, fear of getting sick and not finding medicines, fear that perhaps one of your friends could be unfairly imprisoned or murdered in a manifestation. Fear that we will forget what Venezuela used to be, habituating to the dictatorship. Sadness, sadness of seeing how your   classmate has drop his/her dreams for the wellness. Sadness of seeing a family separated against their will just to search the quality of life that our country doesn’t offer, and of seeing parents sad for not being able, not only to keep the promises that one day made to their children, but for not being able to fulfill the basic needs of their family. Sadness, but also anger and frustration of seeing people day by day searching food on the trash. Anger, anger of seeing how many people who one day promised to work for their people, has turn out on their murderers, thieves and responsible of the disgrace in which Venezuela is. Anger of how injustice is part of the everyday, anger that violence has turn into the only way to solve problems and nobody does anything about it.  

Nevertheless, I feel hopeful, and I am here to talk to all my generation, to all the young people in the country. I have, and I hope we all do, hope. Hope to recover our country from disgrace and lead it into the democratic and pluralistic path so that we don’t get tired or have fear to do everything that’s needed. I hope that we will spend all the energy necessary to educate in citizen and democratic values; but, above all, I have the hope that it will be us, in our individuality that will create change and establish a role model and that we will not get tired of. I would like to close, with a fragment of a letter written by the great Carlos Cruz Diez “... anyways, everything must be reinvented in Venezuela, how wonderful!”     

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