November 27, 2013

national elections

This article was a collaboration between my good friends Megan, Elise and myself. Our perspective and synthesized analysis of the elections:

The international community has brought much attention to the Honduran presidential elections that took place on Sunday, November 24. The presence of many national and international observers made for a relatively peaceful day, but the political turmoil is far from over. Election authorities have not given final results, and are dealing with accusation of electoral fraud; however, projections show that nationalist candidate Juan Orlando Hernandez will win the election. 

While international coverage of the elections has grown increasingly concerned in the last few weeks, the tension over these elections has been mounting internally for years. This presidency will not be won in one day of voting. The election results are the culmination of years of planning and use of a political machine that points to inequality and structural weaknesses in Honduras and not just fraud on Election Day.

National Party candidate Juan Orlando Hernandez’s predicted victory did not just materialize on November 24th. It is a result of years of careful planning, made possible by institutional weaknesses and a vulnerable population. In a country with highly stratified economic classes, political power and wealth are highly concentrated in the upper echelons of society. A very small percentage of Hondurans, a mix of business magnates and families of inherited wealth, form the oligarchy that works tirelessly to keep the status quo in place. It is the very economic inequality that has gotten them where they are that continues to keep them in power. But these wealthy few are not easily painted with either a blue or red brush. Found at the top of every major political party, they share a common knack for using anything as fodder for political propaganda.

Money may help you
but selling your rights will keep you enslaved
It is no secret that Honduras has a very poor public education system, and this too can always be used to one's advantage. It is easier to manipulate people that are less educated, that don't have access to information or live in isolated regions of the country. All of these factors have continued to wear down the trust Hondurans have in the government and the belief that things can change. Hernandez is an expert in using the political system to win votes. He has served as the President of the National Congress since 2010, and has used the position to consolidate power and push through popular reforms including the hugely popular (70% of the Honduran population are in favor), and highly worrying military police force.

More recently Hernandez’s media presence and campaign rallies have been very strong and convincing. Honduras has no campaign finance disclosure laws, so there is no way to know where Hernandez (or any of the other candidates) obtained their money for the expensive campaign. Hernandez was also accused of buying votes from vulnerable populations, either directly or indirectly before the elections. Some example include giving away a National Party “discount card”, wood burning stoves, and threatening to discontinue a government social bonus program, the “Bono 10 mil” if he was not elected. 

In talking to many Hondurans, a common thread has been the expectation that Hernandez and the National Party would come out on top. Of course, supporters of opposing parties were distrustful of his campaign, but one has to acknowledge the number of people that cast their vote for him (even going against their party loyalty) because he was giving them material goods, benefits, and policies that appeased their fears of violence. While there is still a palpable skepticism of transparency in the electoral process—the reality is that he really did do whatever it took to get the real ballots cast in his favor.

photo credit: Kathrine Rasmussen
In spite of these political games, there was a genuine hope for a different outcome. People hoped that this time, things could change. They hoped that with a large international community looking on, there would be less tolerance for corruption. People knew the electoral process was flawed, but they showed up to cast their ballot, driven by a hope that things have to get better.



One of the reasons for that hope was the change from a bipartisan system to a multi-party system. Hernandez currently has only 34% of the votes. While the non-nationalist vote was split among Libre (29%), PAC (16%), and the Liberal Party (21%) in the presidential elections, the hope is that this diversity of electoral opinion will come into full force in the Congressional elections, where the National Party could only hold a minority of seats. What will this look like for Hernandez's presidency? A potentially divided Congress could signify less congressional action and more executive power. However, the hope among those who did not vote for Hernandez is for an executive branch held in check by a more balanced Congress that reflects the diversity of Honduran opinion more than ever before.

The despair with the security concerns, economic woes, and corruption combined with the sudden birth of more political options have led to a more active, aware constituency that uses other democratic methods (protests, political watchdog organizations, greater and more diverse dissemination of information through the media, new political parties, etc.) to call for justice. In a historically oppressed and disillusioned political atmosphere, Hondurans have started to find their own voices. Hondurans will have to adjust to the idea of having a president unsupported by the majority - an advantage to the extent that Hondurans can respect their own prophetic voice, and use it to work for change.

Was the whole political system and weak government going to be turned upside-down in one election cycle? Maybe not. The inequality among Honduran classes run deep, as do political ties to a bi-partisan system controlled by an oligarchy. The obstacles for a new president--from any party--are daunting. But we are hopeful that this political momentum will spark the change that Honduras has been waiting for.

[This article is also posted on the MCC Honduras Connecting People's blog and the MCC LACA Advocacy blog! Check them both out for more good reads.]

November 20, 2013

the house that we (he) built

I spent this past weekend in Santa Rosa, enjoying the cooler weather, being with the future in-laws, and celebrating with some friends. As some of you know, Henry is building a house on the lot next to his parents house. He has put in almost all of the labor himself, and usually can only work on it on the weekends. Traveling to San Pedro every now and then has also taken up some precious building time. Since I didn't want him to lose more time while I was around, I offered to help!



He took me seriously, of course, and said he would give me the full experience of being an ayudante (assistant to the mason). Then I could work my way up to media cuchara (half-spoon--probably my favorite name), then albañil (mason) and maestro constructor (master builder or contractor).

His family, however, did not think I was serious. They were shocked when I got up early, with work clothes and tennis shoes and headed out to the job-site. I think I gave some neighbors a good laugh too.

First we had to mix the mortar and concrete (he just eye balls the proportions of course). I hauled water, gravel, and sand...then took my own turn at mixing! Then we had to haul cinder blocks and start prepping to lay a row at a time. I learned about the plumb line and everything. I also learned about some muscles that I didn't know I had (on Monday morning :)






my 2 blocks!
After my hard work as the ayudante, I got to lay 2 whole blocks! Of course, I probably slowed Henry down more than anything, but he was a patient teacher, and happy for the distraction while he worked.

He told me when he started working for his dad (at age 13) he earned 4 lempiras ($0.20) for every block he laid. I earned 8 whole lempiras. Not even enough for the taxi ride from his house into Santa Rosa!! He said on an average day (with an average helper) he can lay about 120 blocks. But--now that he's moved up in the world, he doesn't get paid by the block any more.
I came away from my morning as an ayudante with a couple of realizations...



1) I could never earn my living doing this.
2) I admire people who do this all day every day to earn their income.
3) Doing all this labor by hand is incredibly tedious...I was there less than an hour and I was ready to rig up a pulley system to haul the cinderblocks from the pile to the house!
4) I have a much better understanding of how hard Henry has worked all his life...and it makes the house built by him even better :)




November 4, 2013

letter to 17 year old me...

I read a post on a blog a few days that got under my skin...in a good way. The blogger wrote a letter to herself, as if writing 10 years earlier, reflecting on what lessons she had learned and what things she shouldn't have taken so seriously. At the end she threw out a question: What would you say to your former self, knowing what you do now? 

A flood of thoughts rippled through my mind, as if I was floating in a canoe down a river of memories from the last 10 years.  Would I give myself more work and career advice? Would I focus on relationships? Should I warn myself about mistakes that, if given the chance, would be convenient to "undo." The list was unending, the memories rich and vivid.

I thought how perfect it would be, now on the near-eve of my birthday, to look back 10 years and think about what I would have liked to know when I was a dorky, 17 year old girl in the midst of a stressful senior year, weighing the decisions of which college to attend.


I could tell her that Messiah was a great experience, that it was definitely a good fit for her and she will make some really awesome friendships that will last a long time.
I could tell her that life DOES get better than high school. It gets a lot better than getting turned down for prom, or not being athletic, or not getting a role in her senior musical. 

I could tell her that all her fears about going to Spain and all the tears she cried are not even worth worrying about because it is one of the best decisions she ever made.

Or maybe warn of some pitfalls with those guys who shall remain nameless. Or tell her that she really will cross paths with someone special that loves her for who she is.

Maybe it would be good to tell her about all the really fun stuff that she has to look forward to, 
the sights she will see, people that will shape her in measureless ways.

Then I stopped to think about this cumbersome list. I realized that that 17 year old girl desperately wanted someone to tell her all of that. She needed to know what the path ahead looked like, where it was going to twist and turn. She had to figure out where she would fall down, and who was going to be there to dust her off.  

But life doesn't work that way
And I'm actually thankful for that!

I realized that all of these "warnings" were moments where I had to take a step of faith. I had to make choices and live with my decisions. These were the moments that shaped me and made me the person I am. You can't go back and "re-do" it because there is a strength gained from the fear and trepidation that accompanies each new step of the journey. It's what we draw on when it is time for the next step.

As much as I think I could fill a whole notebook with advice for my darling 17 year old "carisita"...I can't! 
And this is a powerful realization--because it gives me courage to tell the 27 year old me to not be so afraid of the next steps. The path is unknown, and you can't see around the next curve--but that is just the moment where it starts to get interesting!