Coffee with Obama
By: Cristiana Guevara-Mena
Sometimes the desire for democracy and anxieties that
we live every day, make us dream, and in my dreams and sleepless nights, I had
invited the President of the United States to have coffee in our city of León.
President Obama finally accepted my invitation for coffee and chat a little
with me, it was hard for him to accept coming to Nicaragua since he has a very tight
schedule, naturally. So I decided that the best place to take him is the
restaurant El Sesteo to have a good coffee there in front of our old and
imposing cathedral. For us Nicaraguans, the social importance of this drink is
undeniable.
We sat in one of the narrow tables outside facing the
central park and the monumental cathedral of León. We were approached by a
waiter. Good afternoon, would you like something to drink? Yes, bring us two
American coffees; we must give a good impression to the nationality of the
guest. Would you like one Mr. President? Yes, I'd like to try it. You must know
that this coffee is brought from the best coffee plantation of Matagalpa, the best
area in the north to plant coffee. Our coffees arrive ten minutes. Thank you
very much. Feel the gentle aroma of the coffee smoke planted and harvested by
our farmers. Mmm ... how pleasant.
I guess you must be asking yourself in surprise why
I'm inviting you for coffee. Yes, it certainly surprises me. The truth is, that
we the vast majority of Nicaraguans are the ones who are surprised with your
decisions of foreign policy towards Nicaragua. Oh Really? Well, it's not news to
me that foreign countries complain about my administration or any American government,
I am not meant to be liked around the world, I have the burden of my country
and other responsibilities. I understand that you have many responsibilities,
but things that your government has wrongly done to Nicaragua, have compromised
the freedom and peace of our people without you seeming to realize it. And with
that I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. Explain please. Of course I’ll
explain.
On May fourth two thousand thirteen, you came to
Central America, particularly to Costa Rica, to meet with all the presidents of
the isthmus. Yes, I remember, I came with my wife. I dare to ask, how does it
occur to you, apparent symbol of democracy, to sit and drink tea in open camaraderie
with a tyrant like Ortega, when you are head of state of the country that says
to represent the values of freedom and rule of law? Doesn’t the liberty, as
our Ruben Dario says, raise her torch in New York? Or does this monument have
no significance to you? Didn’t you know in advance with whom you were sitting
with to eat? Well, first are the interests of my country. What am I supposed to
do? It is not my responsibility to solve your internal problems. That’s too
much to ask! Yes, of course it's our responsibility! But in your case, rather
than diplomacy, Mr. President, it’s complicity with the dictatorship. Do you not
see it?
Another thing, how is it that your brilliant secretary
Kerry sees tyranny and politicization of the prosecutor, judicial power, police,
and media monopoly in Ukraine and doesn’t see it here? *cough cough* what are
you talking about, miss? Don’t choke on the coffee, Mr. President; I do not
want to cause you any indigestion with my questions. That is, he denounces the
government of Kiev, probably due to the conflict of interest that you have with
Europe against Russia, but in Nicaragua you don't give a damn! We're supposed to be a
friend and nearby country. Is there a double language, or perhaps a double
standard? And if there is, is this the new version of American democracy?
Waiter, bring a glass of water please, the president is choking!
*Breathing and clarifying voice*. Well, what happens
is that in Ukraine they are manifesting and are coming out to the streets, so
my vice - president pronounces himself. If the dictatorship affects you so much,
then why don’t you take the streets? Why don’t you rise as people? From the
outside it seems you are very happy, because they change the constitution and
sell the country on you, force you to self-sensor in front of your noses, you
get physically and morally trampled, and the people, very well thank you. My
government does not have to lead a domesticated opposition of a people who seem
to not know or exercise their rights. Or do you even want that done for you? It
seems that you want democracy served on a silver platter without any effort.
You do your part, and we will support.
I see, so it is for two reasons that the U.S. moves,
money and blood. With all due respect, Mr. President, but you have the complex
of vampires. Don’t forget that ironically, Mr. President, you embody the Anglo-Saxon
culture of the north that we know very well as brutal, ambitious, full of greed,
and with an unquenchable thirst for money and power. You represent the
insatiable consumer culture, no wonder your government only sees oil when interested
in the world around it, and only turns to see if there are rivers of blood because
it draws the attention of the media that may affect your electorate. That’s
disgusting, sir. Now the coffee is going to make me sick.
Don’t have an indigestion, miss, but with all due
respect, you also represent the lazy political culture of Nicaragua, barking
and wanting everything served, it seems that you are asking me to rescue you.
No, no, no. Don’t get confused, Mr. President, it’s not that we want it all
served, what happens is that this government is responsible for terrorizing the
people, prostituting the heads of the opposition, and on top of that, sitting to
drink tea with the U.S. government! We feel betrayed! But you're right; it is
us who must solve our problem, this time we're not going to rely on the U.S.
government as we did in 1990 when the UNO won. In the end that government was a
disaster. I admit it. So the change must be authentic from the bases. We see
that we cannot count on you. Besides, whenever you get into our affairs just
like former President Carter, who threw us to the wolves, you leave us worse
than we were before. You don’t even know how to help right! You are clumsy.
Pretty soon is time to go. Waiter, can we have the check, please?
Don’t bother, Mr. President, I invite. In the end, this
is my country and you are my guest. You have a beautiful cathedral in León.
Thank you, we admire your Statue of Liberty and Mount Rushmore, where the faces
of the fathers of democracy are carved. Before we go, let me read you a part of
the poem by Rubén Darío called Ode to
Roosevelt, it was written in 1904. I hear you. Be careful. Spanish America lives! / There are a thousand cubs let
loose in the Spanish León. / it will be needed, Roosevelt, to be God himself / the
terrible Rifleman and strong Hunter, / to have us in your iron claws. / And,
although you count with everything you lack one thing: God! I do not know
how to respond to that. Do not answer anything, Mr. President; just have it ringing
in your head. Let’s leave in peace. Let’s admire the esoteric colors of our
permanent faded lights, and our fireworks in the sky Fourth of July style, in
the land of Sandino, with dances and songs of our gigantona. I wake up, and this is how an innocuous and shameful
interview ends.