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Press versus the Honduran
justice system
The Inter-American Press Society's (SIP) Annual Report for 2001 reveals
the participation of the Honduran justice system in affairs that pertain
only to the Honduran people and their universal right of freedom of
speech. The Honduran justice system, instead of administering justice,
has taken seriously the task of running over the press, in any way
possible to achieve a desired result. Twisting information or omitting
information is not considered an offense; however, publishing
inopportune information is punitive.
Of all the attributes human beings possess, the one I admire most is the
freedom to attempt to use the most natural form of communication,
speech, as an expression of any or all of their manifestations. In this
context, we must cite Mariano Jose de Larra, who says: "No people
are truly free if freedom does not form part of their customs and is
identified with these customs." Exalting liberty as an ideal system
of human coexistence.
Therefore, it seems to me that the Honduran justice system has a date
with the national media. In our country, it is common that initial
denouncements appear first in the media. Isn't this a source of
information that enriches court cases? For the judge, counting on the
media for information should not be the norm. We know this, however,
news articles are a free source of background or reference material. Why
then are judges so arrogant? What is the reason the justice system
prefers silence to information? Arthur Miller asseverates, "A good
newspaper is a nation talking to itself." With this phrase he
credits the media with being able to fulfill it's function of
interaction between a nation and it's social organizations.
It would appear that Honduran reporters are not respected. We have only
to remember the words of an opportunist and politician "reporters
should either be hit or paid (a los periodistas se les pega o se les
paga)." This historical remark is engraved on the minds of Honduran
intellectuals, members of the press, forever. The denouncement made
against Honduras by the SIP, can be largely attributed to the Honduran
justice system's obvious prejudice towards the national press. Examples
of this intolerance can be appreciated by: a) judicial processes against
journalists and the media have become routine, b) the justice system
holds the law in it's hands, as in the case of National University
employees attacking Radio America, c) Government representatives
conspiring together to jail reporters, as in the case of reporter
Modesto Acosta in Ocotepeque, after he accused state officials of
corruption.
SIP denounces the incarceration of newsman Arnulfo Aguilar for revealing
corruption within the justice system in the city of San Pedro Sula. He
was indicted on allegations of wrongfully accusing someone of a criminal
act. Aguilar's report involved drug traffickers; members of the
"Atlantic Cartel" whom he alleges bribed judges on the San
Pedro Court of Appeals, and walked free.
Without doubt, relations between these sectors are tense. The press is
the only entity capable of denouncing serious occurrences, the
expressions and the will of a nation. The value of the press has been
depreciated, there is a real competition between publicity and the
information provided by the press, this worries us. Journalists should
never give up their information in favor of advertising revenue.
Letter from Honduras: A trip to
Tegucigalpa
By NIGEL POTTER
Special to Honduras This Week
It was a long and frustrating journey back from Tegucigalpa. It is a
city I generally try to avoid. It is the most polluted city in Central
if not all Latin America with more than its fair share of violence. Only
a change of diet, maybe a film and, very rarely, a concert and chance to
stare at he hordes of beautiful and beautifully turned - out women make
it bearable. But the occasional visit is inevitable. This time I had had
to go to renew my residential status, a yearly chore, and renew my
driving license as well as my "permiso" to carry a gun.
My wife was with me as she had to go to continue her endless battle with
Honduran bureaucracy to claim the salary owed to her by the Ministry of
Education. We use such visits to stock up too: some cheap Chilean plonk
that tastes like the blood of Christ to us, a bit of fancy cheese, a
gallon each of distilled water and pure alcohol, 10 lbs. of Vaseline and
a couple hundred of small bottles to make medicine and flowers. It is
one of life's strange little ironies that my wife who is a keen gardener
can obtain flowers for planting much more cheaply in the smoky city than
in the countryside where we live (equally Smokey at the moment as forest
fires rage away without control).
The bus broke down. We got as far as La Paz and then spend three hours
by the roadside trying to get a lift. The trouble was a lot of other
passengers were stranded too and every time a pick-up stopped they had
leapt in while we staggered after it burdened down with our loads. Lifts
in Honduras are usually strictly business: you will rarely if ever be
allowed inside the cabin but confined to the pick-up outside exposed to
the suffocating dust of summer or the drenching rains of winter, paying
for the privilege to help the driver with the petrol. So we were
stranded until we took a taxi, piling our loads in once again (I can't
count the times we loaded and unloaded those bloody cargos of ours) to
go the half-mile to a small hotel. Nothing fancy, at least it had a bed
with clean sheets, cold beer, and a water-tap and bog outside.
I was thankful to sink back on to the bed with a beer while my wife
flicked through the Spanish versions of "Lord Jim," "Jane
Eyre," and "The Call of the Wild." What I call great
literature. Translations of "great literature" are hard to
come by but the second-rate: Dickens, "The Old Man and the
Sea," Jules Verne, and "Uncle Tom's Cabin" are much more
accessible - is it easier to translate this stuff? (You can get
Shakespeare but no Trollope, Thackeray or George Eliot, just sloppy,
sentimental old Dickens). Perhaps that is the product of an ex-imperial
power speaking. How easy is it even in the U.K. to obtain Marti, Neruda,
Guillen, Lorca, Marquez and Cervantes? Certainly obtainable but not that
easily and, as far as I know, Honduras' great novelist, Ramon Amaya
Amador, is not available in English. So how strange it was to find the
Beatles film, "A Hard Days Night," playing in Tegucigalpa. We
had gone to see "Traffic," the American film on drug running.
I had bought the tickets when my wife pointed out the poster for cinema
number two. I looked hard at it uncomprehending and then it slowly
dawned on me it translated as "A Hard Days Night." "A
Hard Days Night" here in Tegucigalpa? Not possible, but it was. I
was for a moment stunned. Memories of many years ago rushed over me - I
saw the film when it first came out nearly 40 years ago, and then my
wife tugged at my sleeve: "Let's change the tickets and go and see
this, we can get a video of Traffic any time" - not quite true. so
we saw the Beatles, before they "serious," at the height of
their "Beatlemania" fame, their first, and by far their best
film. It stands the test of time remarkably well, the music of course,
the pace and the energy, the wit of the screenplay. My wife said she
enjoyed it but I wondered what these black and white images of another
world, another time, really meant to her, a Lenca Indian from Honduras.
Time is strange enough anyway anywhere. It is always said in Britain
that a sign of getting older is when the policemen on the beat start
seeming so young. I can't say that I noticed but when I went to my bank
on this visit to Tegucigalpa I was suddenly struck by how young everyone
working there was. Is this new policy? The bank has recently been taken
over by another. All the ancient, graybeards have gone. As I looked at
these youthful, unlined faces, even those of the supervisors, called to
punch in a code or sort out a problem, none could have over 25. Even the
heavily armed guards looked like schoolboys. Aging Europe, youthful
Central America where half the population is under 15.
In Tegucigalpa, as elsewhere in Honduras, if you go into any shop you
will more than likely be confronted by a bored, sulky, resentful,
inwardly - raging shop girl. "What yer lookin' for then?" as
she looks up from painting/manicuring her finger nails, irritation and
anger written all over her pretty made-up and perfectly formed face.
"Sorry and all that, please excuse my troubling you" or
"Wipe that sulkily look off your face and get off your arse"
might be two completely understandable reactions until you realize this
beautiful and young lassie is totally at the mercy of Shylock in the
corner by the till who pays her a slave wage. He or she barks out orders
to fetch this'n' that, is there to collect the money and make sure said
wee lassie doesn't pinch anything, rip off the customer or rather, him
or herself. "Shylock" is both apt and unfortunate. The greaser
at the till, heavy, fat and sweating, peering over glasses, counting out
the money, conforms to the racist image of the Jew, but is nearly always
Arab, usually of Lebanese descent. So how refreshing to find a young
person serving me friendly and enthusiastic. The lad who fetches me my
Vaseline, pure alcohol and distilled water and asks what kind of little
empty bottles I am looking for couldn't be more helpful.
And when I go to renew my driving license a young policewoman whose
beauty takes my breath away asks in a friendly way that I can bear to
live in such an awful country like Honduras. I say that for all its
faults, I quite like it. "Ah, it stinks" she says, "It
really sucks." Well maybe," I reply, "I don't deny the
problems but it's not heave on earth over there either. "And when I
go to renew my "permiso" to carry a gun I am a worried man.
It's such an unbelievable hassle to conform to all the endless red tape.
Presumably this is to discourage people from carrying weapons but all it
does is to encourage people to carry them illegally and they do in the
thousands. I am worried because my renewal is months overdue. The
ministry responsible for such renewals had in fact suspended them some
months ago while it reorganized itself but then I was advised the
suspension had ended and I should seek my new license.
The process seemed so complicated that I balked and put it off and off
until I realized I would have to get rid of the weapon or get the
license to stay legal. So I went to the police barracks in Tegucigalpa,
ready to pay a fine (bribe or whatever to get over the mess and get done
with the thing as quickly as possible). So it was a surprise and a
pleasure to be confronted by a charming young policewoman who told me
not to worry my pretty little head over such matters. No point in
getting my knickers in such twist, she smiled at me, your information is
incorrect. No such renewal of permission is being given still. The
suspension is still in place, things are still being reorganized at the
top. Just hang on to your original documents. I could have hugged her.
So even standing, overloaded by the roadside for a lift that never came,
or cooped up in a small, scruffy hotel, with these images before my
eyes, and "A Hard Day's Night" pounding in my ears I don't let
the frustration get to me but remained in fact quite happy.
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Personal Experience: The
Inauguration
By EVA BROOKS
Special Contribution to HTW
This experience - deeply moving, life affirming , awakening and
reinforcing hope, possibilities, and realistic expectations touched each
and every man, women and child - the thousands who attended. They came
from every strata of society: the rich and poor; the highly educated and
those barely so. They came to participate in these joyful proceedings of
Ricardo Maduro Joest's inauguration as president of Honduras. A new era
has begun for this country.
I felt this deeply as I sat way up on the benches of the huge oval,
National Stadium (Estadio National) among friends from Roatan, who gently
helped me climb up those formidable stone steps. While we sat watching the
proceedings - and hoping it wouldn't rain eating candy, chips and crackers
- a spirit of companionship evolved. We all clapped, cheered and waved our
flags as groups from many nations marched to the sound of their national
anthems towards the podium.
It seemed as though representatives of the entire world from Africa to the
Caribbean - especially Cuba - from Europe and Asia and, of course, each of
Honduras' neighbors from Central America .
Cheers from the audience reverberated to a crescendo as the huge Honduran
flag surrounded by twelve people was carried not on a flag -pole but
horizontally, around the long oval stretch. And - then Maduro entered
protected by his friends and plain cloths men, the press rushed and pushed
to reach and touch and photograph, but everything proceeded smoothly. The
crowd went wild! Everyone stood, waved, applauded and tried to show their
love over this long distance. I saw tears in people's eyes shyly wiped
away. The Honduran National Anthem rang out as fighter jets crossed the
arena and guns heralded in this new era. While Maduro addressed this huge
audience a deadly silence hung over the thousands who listened. During
this quiet interval I reflected, what brought me an elderly American - a
Residente Pasionado - to this moment?
A little over a year ago, Nov 18/25, to be exact, I read Blanca Maduro's
two-part interview with the then not even registered presidential
candidate in Honduras This Week and instantly recognized Maduro's wisdom
and strength. I felt that this candidate had not only diagnosed the vexing
problems that beset this nation, but also offered realistic, workable
solutions. I became a Maduro fan. Surely I wasn't the only one as this
international and national audience gathering attested by their presence,
celebrating his election today. Maduro spelled out his priorities. He,
like many saw his first obligation and his remarks made this clear too.
Vamos a luchar frontalmente y sin descanso para derrotar al delincuente
que ahora se sienta impune. Loosely translated it means: We are going to
fight up front and without rest to defeat and wipe out criminal offenders,
and none who break the law shall go unpunished. He means it! It is his
priority!
Just think! Over time this country will be cleansed of the terrible and
deeply ingrained malignancy.
It is this new president's first concern. He has vouched to rid this
country of crime, corruption, self-serving shady deals, and illegal
actions, actions that fly into the ace of reasonable laws. Clearly, in
those cases where the laws are no longer reasonable or serve the purpose
intended - those laws should be amended. This will of course involve the
National Congress and also a participating citizenship and the courts.
These and many other thoughts were in my mind as I tried to get the
snatches of Maduro's Spanish speech. Some time ago, I had a brief talk
with him and he mentioned the plight of the campesinos. They can't write
and barely read. Thus they are not capable of understanding and filling
out forms that might help them acquire titles to their lands or avail
themselves of available funds to start their own business! As a former
teacher, this brought my thoughts and hopefully Maduro's to the second
priority: Education! What a huge project! To tap the potential of all of
Honduran's "underprivileged," "underserved," and
"undereducated" - a formidable task! Yet, unless Honduras
creates a participating and aware society its future may not be secure.
My hopes are high. Maduro is fully aware of these challenges: he, and many
others know what to do and this new president will find ways how to do it.
His vast administrative experience in a great variety of fields, his
sincere motivation, his leadership qualities will put in motion procedures
that will make the dream of a FUTORO SEGURO a reality for all citizens.
As Maduro's speech concluded, the audience rose and he was rewarded with
an enthusiastic burst of applause. His speech had not been idle rhetoric.
Maduro did not indulge in abstractions It was clear, we had not heard a
list of good intentions, but realistic plans - an outline of ideas that
will, over time serve to make Honduras a recovered nation and eventually a
great nation.
The ceremony ended; people's facial expression showed a new confidence, a
new resolve, and a new sureness or so it seemed to me. I am extremely
grateful to those who made my attendance of this joyful occasion possible.
I feel honored to have been a witness. I am reinforced in my hopes and
aspirations for the realization of Honduras' great potential.
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