By Christopher Hitchens
Less than a day after Venezuelan President Hugo ChÃ¡vez's communication minister appeared on television to announce that the socialist leader was in failing health, ChÃ¡vez died. In 2010, the late Christopher Hitchens wrote about a 2008 visit to Venezuela with actor Sean Penn during which he gained a rare insight into ChÃ¡vez's mental health.
CARACAS, Venezuela Recent accounts of Hugo ChÃ¡vez's politicized necrophilia may seem almost too lurid to believe, but I can testify from personal experience that they may well be an understatement. In the early hours of July 16 just at the midnight hour, to be precise Venezuela's capo officiated at a grisly ceremony. This involved the exhumation of the mortal remains of SimÃ³n BolÃvar, leader of Latin America's rebellion against Spain, who died in 1830. According to a vividly written article by Thor Halvorssen in the July 25 Washington Post, the skeleton was picked apart even as ChÃ¡vez tweeted the proceedings for his audience and some teeth and bone fragments were taken away for testing. The residual pieces were placed in a coffin stamped with the ChÃ¡vez government's seal. In one of the rather free-associating speeches for which he has become celebrated, ChÃ¡vez appealed to Jesus Christ to restage the raising of Lazarus and reanimate BolÃvar's constituent parts. He went on:
"I had some doubts, but after seeing his remains, my heart said, 'Yes, it is me.' Father, is that you, or who are you? The answer: 'It is me, but I awaken every hundred years when the people awaken.' "
As if "channeling" this none-too-subtle identification of ChÃ¡vez with the national hero, Venezuelan television was compelled to run images of BolÃvar, followed by footage of the remains, and then pictures of the boss. The national anthem provided the soundtrack. Not since North Korean media declared Kim Jong Il to be the reincarnation of Kim Il Sung has there been such a blatant attempt to create a necrocracy, or perhaps mausolocracy, in which a living claimant assumes the fleshly mantle of the departed.
SimÃ³n BolÃvar's cadaver is like any other cadaver, but his legacy is a great deal more worth stealing than that of Kim Il Sung. Gabriel GarcÃa MÃ¡rquez's novel "The General in His Labyrinth" is one place to begin, if you want to understand the combination of heroic and tragic qualities that keep his memory alive to this day. (In New York, his equestrian statue still dominates the intersection of the Avenue of the Americas and Central Park South.) The idea of a United States of South America will always be a tenuous dream, but in his bloody struggle for its realization, BolÃvar cut a considerable figure, as he did in his other capacities as double-dealer, war criminal, and serial fornicator, also lovingly portrayed by MÃ¡rquez.
In the fall of 2008, I went to Venezuela as a guest of Sean Penn's, whose friendship with ChÃ¡vez is warm. The third member of our party was the excellent historian Douglas Brinkley, and we spent some quality time flying around the country on ChÃ¡vez's presidential jet and bouncing with him from rally to rally at ground level, as well. The boss loves to talk and has clocked up speeches of Castro-like length. BolÃvar is the theme of which he never tires. His early uniformed movement of mutineers - which failed to bring off a military coup in 1992 - was named for BolÃvar. Turning belatedly but successfully to electoral politics, he called his followers the Bolivarian Movement. Since he became president, the country's official name has been the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela. (ChÃ¡vez must sometimes wish that he had been born in Bolivia in the first place.) At Cabinet meetings, he has been known to leave an empty chair, in case the shade of BolÃvar might choose to attend the otherwise rather ChÃ¡vez-dominated proceedings.
It did not take long for this hero-obsession to disclose itself in bizarre forms. One evening, as we were jetting through the skies, Brinkley mildly asked whether ChÃ¡vez's large purchases of Russian warships might not be interpreted by Washington as a violation of the Monroe Doctrine. The boss' response was impressively immediate. He did not know for sure, he said, but he very much hoped so. "The United States was born with an imperialist impulse. There has been a long confrontation between Monroe and BolÃvar. . . . It is necessary that the Monroe Doctrine be broken." As his tirade against evil America mounted, Penn broke in to say that surely ChÃ¡vez would be happy to see the arrest of Osama Bin Laden.
I was hugely impressed by the way that the boss scorned this overture. He essentially doubted the existence of al-Qaida, let alone reports of its attacks on the enemy to the north. "I don't know anything about Osama Bin Laden that doesn't come to me through the filter of the West and its propaganda." To this, Penn replied that surely Bin Laden had provided quite a number of his very own broadcasts and videos. I was again impressed by the way that ChÃ¡vez rejected this proffered lucid-interval lifeline. All of this so-called evidence, too, was a mere product of imperialist television. After all, "there is film of the Americans landing on the moon," he scoffed. "Does that mean the moon shot really happened? In the film, the Yanqui flag is flying straight out. So, is there wind on the moon?" As ChÃ¡vez beamed with triumph at this logic, an awkwardness descended on my comrades, and on the conversation.
ChÃ¡vez, in other words, is very close to the climactic moment when he will announce that he is a poached egg and that he requires a very large piece of buttered toast so that he can lie down and take a soothing nap. Even his macabre foraging in the coffin of SimÃ³n BolÃvar was initially prompted by his theory that an autopsy would prove that The Liberator had been poisoned - most probably by dastardly Colombians. This would perhaps provide a posthumous license for Venezuela's continuing hospitality to the narco-criminal gang FARC, a cross-border activity that does little to foster regional brotherhood.
Many people laughed when ChÃ¡vez appeared at the podium of the United Nations in September 2006 and declared that he smelled sulfur from the devil himself because of the presence of George W. Bush. But the evidence is that he does have an idiotic weakness for spells and incantations, as well as many of the symptoms of paranoia and megalomania. After the failure of BolÃvar's attempted Gran Colombia federation which briefly united Venezuela, Colombia, Ecuador and other nations the U.S. minister in BogotÃ¡, future president William Henry Harrison, said of him that "under the mask of patriotism and attachment to liberty, he has really been preparing the means of investing himself with arbitrary power." The first time was tragedy; this time is also tragedy but mixed with a strong element of farce.