A Monster Exits

After Augusto Pinochet's death, a Chilean unleashes euphoria, rage, and discontent

| Utne Reader July / August 2007

Editor's Note: General Augusto Pinochet was head of a military dictatorship that ruled Chile from 1973 to 1990. Under his regime, thousands of leftists or suspected sympathizers were imprisoned, tortured, or simply disappeared. He is a profoundly controversial figure, also credited with implementing stabilizing economic reform. At the time of his death on December 10, 2006, nearly 300 criminal charges in the courts of Chile were pending against the general for human rights abuses and embezzlement.

And so it happened, just like that. The swollen dictator croaked, and the generals, secret-service types, cadets, and all the military pomp ran amok through Santiago's upper-class neighborhoods, beating their chests with bricks as they mourned the noisy death of the Chilean ogre. It was a last burst of arrogance, a funerary flatus that finally freed the world from the putschist nightmare.

And it was unbelievable--the old bastard looked like an armored war vessel resisting postmortem judgment. Like a slimy toad, he escaped myriad indictments for crimes and atrocities. Death got him before justice did. But his mocking grimace from beneath the glass of his coffin was stamped by the saliva of the young man who waited hours and years to expectorate upon that macabre smirk. So many of us felt represented in that spit projectile as we toasted, danced, and clicked our high heels on the Alameda, Santiago's main thoroughfare, amid water cannons and tear gas, celebrating the last breath of the beast.

But there was disappointment in the air, too, an abject emptiness left behind by impunity. That great debt of justice will remain a sinister stain on the history of the Chilean judiciary, which washed its hands with excuses--we couldn't, we ran out of time--delays, and red tape, obstructing the long-awaited conviction.

The general's fans were forced to keep their decadent mortuary performance within the confines of the upper-class neighborhoods. They moved him quickly, flying him over the city for fear that the people would take revenge on his putrid remains. He could not travel the roads of our dead. Not the Alameda, not Avenida La Paz, not the flower market, nor Avenida Recoleta, nor the lavish entrance to the General Cemetery where our great Gladys Mar?n, consummate leader and presidential candidate of the Communist Party, entered under a shower of red petals.

For the tyrant, there was only a hurried funeral, an emergency farewell with thousands of supporters sweltering under the summer sun, standing in line to see the meat bag in the window. We never imagined there would be so many: Almost in its entirety, the Chilean right stood at the foot of his coffin, gasping like lizards in the desert sun. I lost count of the number of services, rosaries, and masses performed by military priests.

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