Good things come, and I’m not just referring to riding the buses. ~ Lionel Blue
It’s been a few months since my last post. I feel like so much has to be said because so much has happened, but I’m just too tired to repeat the story over and over. In truth, I’ve been quite sad and depressed about what has happened in Venezuela since the fraudulent elections took place on April 14th. It’s exhausting to live here on a daily basis even without seeing the most blatant display of corruption. So with the encouragement of my father, friends and a fellow blogger named Shelli (an expat writing great tales about living in Canada) I decided to put my thoughts down once again.
Post election has been a time of great uncertainty. Not only has an increase of Venezuelan military presence been seen and felt, but the Cuban military has their presence known as well. There are a lot of people (including practically every South American country) vying for power, for money, the status, and the “perks” from a country that is one of the largest producers of oil in the world, and a valiant few trying desperately to walk the right path, to repair a country in the wake of being subjected to 14 years of a seriously fucked up “Social Revolution”.
In times of crisis (and there is a serious crisis here) people cling to things like hope, family, and God. Venezuela, as a Catholic country, is no different. People here don’t just believe in Jesus and God, they also believe in prophets and mystics when it suits them. I understand their need. People are desperately struggling to find answers and solutions to every day problems such as food shortages. Even the Church is complaining that it doesn’t have the wheat to produce the wafers for mass, nor do they have enough Holy wine. Isn’t it just a tad ironic that one of the richest countries in the world is quickly running out of food and toilet paper? Why? Well the answers are as numerous as grains of sand. I think I’ll leave my theories for another post. But what I will do is tell you about how Catholicism is celebrated here.
First let me tell you what I think of Jesus. He’s like any other prophet that walked the Earth. I never grew up learning his stories, just like I never grew up learning Allah’s, Buddha’s , the Indian gods or countless others. Religion wasn’t in our home. And although my parents never practiced religion, they allowed us to explore it and come to our own conclusions about what we believed. I always respected that about them. The same cannot be said here. Catholicism is “the religion”.
Jesus (and sometimes Mary) is every where! I can’t help but think of him as “Big Brother”. It’s kind of unnerving to me on so many levels. I see him on bumper stickers,in government offices, in grocery stores, and even as graffiti. Canadians don’t generally broadcast to the world, let alone to ourselves, that we believe in “God” in any form. People quietly go to church. So if I had to describe the enthusiasm of Catholicism in terms of color, I’d say Canadians would be on the beige side of things and Venezuelans would be on the neon color spectrum.
Maybe the overwhelming public display wouldn’t bother me so much if I really believed that people took it (God/spirituality) seriously, sincerely. I think there is a real, tangible level of hypocrisy. I would think in a country that has this many Christians in it, the people would be more, uumm Christian. They’d adhere to the 10 commandments a little more, maybe starting with the You Shall Not Kill. With one of the highest murder rates in the world, not many people are observing this. Or how about Do not lie?! The last election showed the world how far and deep lies go. Do not steal. HA HA HA, I can’t help but scoff out loud at this one. Besides the most obvious theft of money (I’m talking individuals that have stolen billions, yes billions of dollars), the theft of the last 2 elections, plus the current government is stealing people’s rights and freedom of speech. I think one of the other 10 Commandments is to Put God First. That does not exist here. It’s come down to looking out for yourself. God isn’t first. In fact, I think he’s quite close to last.
There are many true, pious believers, but the general feeling I have about what they believe is how I view my horoscope. If it’s good and it suits my mood, I accept it. If not, I think it’s silly and don’t really pay any attention. Or maybe another way to view Him is that he’s a good luck charm. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe it’s all a facade, but in a country where they actually name their children Jesus and Mary, plus a plethora of other saints, you’d think they’d keep in mind who they’re naming these children after.
I’m confused by the display of Jesus everywhere because people are lacking the Christian values He spoke of. It’s hallow. I don’t ever feel neighborly love. Sure people will speak to you on the bus, but even that has a falseness about it because you’ve become cynical and suspicious of their wants. Maybe the closest I can compare to in Canada is someone who goes to church every Sunday because that’s what they were raised to do. They go through the motions, but don’t ever really feel anything. They attend all the important masses like Easter and Christmas and that’s the extent of it. There is no real connection. A disconnect. So maybe the difference of display in Canada is people dress in their Sunday best and here people decorate buses. I call these Jesus Buses.
Buses, in general, are something to look at for various reasons, such as the age (some go back to the 50’s), the color, the guy, who I call the Town Crier, at the bus stop yelling where the bus goes to, the interior decor (curtains included) and the size of speakers. We’re in Latin America and music is a large part of life here. Reggaeton is generally the music of choice, although the slow sappy stuff is sometimes played. We’re at the mercy of the driver’s preference.
Most of these older buses are, let’s say, well-used. They’ve been around for decades, the floors are worn, the window tint is peeled back and some (more than you’d think) with curtains are covered in a layer of very visible, allergy inducing dust.
I’m ALWAYS curious when we go on a Jesus bus. There usually something interesting to look at. The seats are so narrow that there are times when I think I can barely fit my skinny butt onto one. People cram in and those who don’t get a seat usually have to commute with their heads bent. Being short is an advantage here. I’ve never had to commute in a bowing/praying position. Another thing that fascinates me is the fact that the bus door never closes. People stand in the stairwell holding onto the bar while the driver takes his route. I don’t know how they don’t fall off! I can hardly sit on the seat across from the door for fear of falling out, but people here have no fear of that.
Well, now you have to opportunity to see what I’m talking about. Put on some loud music, sit back and have a look at the gallery. Soak it all in.
Most seats have covers such as these. My guess is they don’t get washed often. The headrest is frequently on the glossy side from hundreds of heads rubbing against them.
It appears like the same art is used and a different message is passed along.
The art work is either hand-painted or it’s a decal. One thing is for certain, even in Venezuela, Jesus is white. I never understood that. I mean, how could he have been white?
I particularly like Jesus and the palm trees. That’s a nice touch!
I should point out that there is more than one virgin and numerous female saints. This one happens to the the Virgin of the Valley. Personally, I have no idea who She is.
I also find it’s interesting, or again maybe ironic, that the art work is on the back window of the bus. Perhaps if they were decorated on the inside people would reflect. Or maybe it’s on the outside to remind drivers not to be selfish or be assholes when they’re out on the roads, you know consider the 10 Commandments. It could also serve as a reminder to ask for protection. I’ve seen countless people make the sign of the cross before mounting a motorcycle. Funny, because they’re the ones who take the most unnecessary risks. Me, I pray to my god to protect me from numerous things while in the car.
Well, whether this population really believes in Jesus or not, I can say with absolute certainty that Venezuela is in need of one very large miracle. If the people took back what they valued instead of going against everything they were taught, some real changes could be made here.