I don’t care about Maduro, as far as I’m concerned, they can shoot him if they want. What matters to me is walking through the streets of my city and seeing the faces of fear on my neighbors. The military patrolling to prevent looting due to panic. It’s a collective hangover, a horrible one.
It’s 2016 all over again. It’s seeing despair entering the circulatory system of all Venezuelans, only now it’s more sudden, and we are painfully aware of it.
This is far from improving, and we know it.
Native Americans didn’t get the right to vote until 1975 and 100 years after the promise we still don’t have voting members of congress. It’s the same congress.
The trail of tears was 1820-1840. It’s not the same congress, there’s a new one every two years.
You’re being pedantic. The point is obviously that it’s the same institution with the same rancid values, not literally the same people.
I mean, it’s not though. Things have changed in the last couple hundred years. Some for the better, some for the worse. But it’s not the same, just like it’s not the same as even 30-40 years ago.
It’s still an institution based on capitalism, colonialism, imperialism, and white supremacy. As is the whole country.
None of those things have changed.