I did not acknowledge Puerto Rico’s economic situation was chaotic, until I took a plane myself and scape from the island, to become part of the “runaway” influx heading to the states for a surviving opportunity —and not necessarily a better way of life as many would expect—. The human capital, which it’s the population in which depends the foundation of a sustainable society, and not a dependent (which it’s our current) it’s heading the fuck out, leaving a gap of no leaders for an alternative future.
I am not staying in the island, because the system itself it is not headed to shape up self-development and self-investment. This is not a recent thing, though. Ever since the FBI threatened Luis Muñoz Marin, once exercising power as the first insular governor, with filtering to the public the fact he was an opium addict, grew into a crucial moment in which that figure had to think twice before acting, but to act according the metropolis interests. Not after so many years of wander form north to south, back and forth. He did not want to lose his brand new political career in front of a whole country, so bitch had to do what a bitch had to do. At least J. Edgar gave people the option to keep their secret life secret, the same way he could keep secret his affair with another men.
Many things had happened before and after. As of right now, the fiscal crisis is devouring everybody in the once called the Caribbean showcase. No funding from the federal government it’s going to be enough to disguise the impaling truth, and no sales tax impositions are going to be that effective as to fix a problem that nothing has to do with monetary shortage but with the foundation itself of a whole state and a way of doing things.
Many are afraid of a change; many are indeed afraid of independence, complying that if happening, many of the Puerto Ricans would have to move to United States in despair due an overshoot because of the incapability of Puerto Ricans sustaining themselves. Exactly as Luis Muñoz Marin though himself, obstructing in two occasions that opportunity for the country before the congress, only Gods knows why. No economic stability, no jobs, and not a healthy outlook to the future would be in the table if that had happened. That’s when I ironically say, all of the above is happening, yet the island is not autonomous nor independent, where is the turning point to this situation then?
The status quo has long gone stopped working; ELA, the Commonwealth it’s a lake of stagnant waters that is drowning everybody in its stench. Yet we are not ready for a change; we fear it might affects us. Well, it seems that the way our honorable governor “Agapito” it’s slapping us in the face with its every move it’s not yet hard enough. It’s very clear he does not identifies with the populus, but with the ruling elite instead, which seems untouchable by the crisis, and we the poor are the ones paying for it. We are the ones paying off the mistakes made along the line.
We have had many Dr. Rhoads, killing the most Puerto Ricans they can and the ones that survive would get infected with cancer; that has been norm against the country for so long. The Ponce massacre —”the only time the us government has deployed against its own citizens”— has kept happening in many different levels of our lives, ripping apart the people that supposedly cannot live off themselves yet have helped fulfilled another nation thirst.
Today I grieve of impotence, because I cannot take my children to pick up quarters people intentionally dropped at the Paseo de Diego in Río Piedras, as my mother use to take me in better times. They’ll need them now to pay for their food taxes and either way, I can no longer afford to live in Borinken my motherland.