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Donde Vas, Venezuela?

February 21, 2014 , , , ,

I lived in Venezuela in the early 1960s.  My father was manager of operations for Mene Grande Oil Company, aka Gulf Oil.  I lived in San Tomé in a remote petroleum camp in the llanos.  I lived as a petroleum princess and listened to Radio Havana because it was the only station that came in clearly.  We lived an opulent life surrounded by fences and guards.  Trinidadians usually worked as servants in our homes because they were bilingual.  We had one very high lifestyle in every respect.

John Kennedy was shot before I moved to South America, which was unsettling.  Race riots were taking place in the states, but we were isolated from that reality hanging out at our private social club in the tropics.  We lived in extreme segregation, but thought nothing of it.  The seeds of revolution are planted many years before they mature.  The wealth discrepancy in South America was shocking, but since it was all to our advantage we were told it was inevitable.  These experiences all became part of my knowledge of the world and later part of  my politics.  I distrust all imperialists and their motives.

With a simplistic agenda to end unbearable insecurity the students began to march last week in all the cities in Venezuela. The outcome of this battle will be significant and was long in the making.

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I had a touch of this as a child in colonial malaysia, isn’t it strange how the ‘adult’ looks back – in my case with a bizarre questioning and slight feeling of unease


Fiona Maclean

February 22, 2014

It was fun and we should feel that unease



February 22, 2014

I had relatives that worked for Anaconda Copper on the Atacama Desert (a plateau in South America) on the Pacific coast of Chile, west of the Andes mountains. It is the driest hot desert in the world, and perhaps the highest. The Atacama occupies about 41,000 sq miles composed mostly of salt lakes, sand, and lava flows towards the Andes. I spent a summer there I will never forget. I was about 18 years old.


frederick (rick) rehfeldt

February 22, 2014

Pam what’s your thought on what’s going on and how will this resolve?


Stevie Wilson (@LAStory)

February 23, 2014

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