Until the mid-eighties, one could find them find them throughout the national territory. For a quarter century they asserted their presence, aggressive exhibitionists. They seemed absolutely convinced. Optimists impervious to any discouragement, they always had the precise argument on hand to close the door to any defeatism, the tendentious commentary of the “enemy.” They affected an arrogant smile as a prelude to their answers, a didactic air filled with superiority and a look equal parts contemptuous and pious when they lavished their clarity on the confused. At time they showed surprise, amazed that people existed who did not understand that the bright future was on the point of arriving and establishing itself.
Now some of them, like experienced chameleons, have metamorphoses and are studying the rules of marketing to apply them in the joint venture companies with foreign capital where they occupy the positions of managers. They have the refine olfactory sense to smell the inevitable changes that are coming. When they’re along with someone excluded and critical, like me, they pat our shoulders while they whisper in our ears, “I’m with you.” In this, and other ways, the opportunists believe they are reserving a place in tomorrow, where they plan to wear whatever mask it takes for them to continue to benefit themselves.
The transmutation of this species, that preyed on those who thought differently, has contributed to a slight improvement in the spiritual climate of the nation. With the gradual disappearance of the inquisitors, the heretics are gaining confidence, which does not mean that the bonfires have been extinguished. The repressive institutions continue intact, the difference is now they lack arguments and can only wield their desire to stay in power, no longer as a social class that fights to claim their rights, but rather as a caste, a family clan that defends their own interests.