Mar 152013


RDACBX Presents:
The BX Loves Chavez
A Cultural Tribute To The Memory of Comandante Hugo Chavez

Performing Live:
Rebel Diaz
The Welfare Poets
Circa 95
YC the Cynic
Divine RBG
The Bronx Boys (TBB)

On the 1s and 2s
DJ Illanoiz
Dj Charlie Hustle

Plus Surprise Guests!

Hugo Chavez visited The South Bronx in 2005..the place he arrived to was The Point… from this visit he decided to show Solidarity and brought low cost heating oil to The BX so that poor people could have heat in the winter.

Then the PetroBronx program was started in that the Venezuelan people amidst The Bolivarian Revolution again showed love as a social justice initiative began in that millions of dollars in funding thru VZ owned Citgo and The NorthStar Foundation was given to local organizations. RDACBX was one of those organizations as they directly funded the creation of The Nuestra America Media Center, in which for the last 3 years media workshops were held along with Summer Youth Employment and film screenings. Many other organizations were also supported and funded.

We are infinitely appreciative for this love shown to us by The Bolivarian Revolution. We mourn the death of Hugo Chavez and promise to all Work Like Chavez and step it up here in The Bronx.

Sponsored By: Mothers on The Move, La Pena Del Bronx, Da Urban Butterflies, Mary Mitchell Center, Taller Experimental de Artes, Green Worker Cooperatives, Take Back The Bronx, Universal Zulu Nation, Existence is Resistance

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Mar 142013


By Anonymous

Hugo Chavez: The Heart of Venezuela Will Live Forever

There are few moments in one’s life that have such immense power that they change them forever. Similarily, there are few leaders who emerge who have the power to synthesize an entire people’s hopes, dreams and aspirations in such a brilliant way that their loss is felt in ripples across the globe. The loss of Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez is such a situation. The fact that I got to witness the mourning of the Venezuelan people first hand in the days following his untimely death is something that will never leave me. It has left its imprint of my heart and my life’s work forever.

As a journalist from the United States now living in the heart of Europe, the idea that modern capitalism is “the end of time”, or the best possible social order is extremely commonplace. With the fall of the communist governments in eastern Europe between 1989-1991, the dominant idea has been that socialism is simply a utopian idea that could never truly be attained.

However, for my generation, revolution lives. It was given great impetus beginning in 1999 with the election of a leftist leader in Venezuela by the name of Hugo Chavez. He didn’t immediately proclaim the ideals of socialism, but was brought to office because the impoversished people of his country decided that enough was enough- the status quo that regarded the majority of those in Venezuelan society as unworthy was unsustainable.

No longer could the United States continue to hold Venezuela as a neo-colony to be used for its oil reserves while people went hungry and were illeterate. The time to try something new was upon them. The Bolivarian Revolution was about to begin, and would change the world forever…


On Wednesday, March 6, I briefly stopped over in Miami, Florida en route to Caracas. Seeing the U.S. mainstream newspapers on display at the airport was quite difficult. Of course, they were filled with statements about the death of Chavez and how he was a ‘dictator’ (despite being re-elected again…and again…and again).

On the three hour flight from Miami International, I sat next to several Venezuelans who shared similar sentiments to those expressed in the U.S. papers. It was clear after engaging with them for a few minutes that they represented the Venezuelan middle-class that had one of the highest standards of living in the world when Chavez assumed office. They were almost in a celebratory mood over El Comandante’s passing. I felt quite repulsed knowing that I was among people who simply had too much invested in the unfair capitalist order to see what the revolution had achieved was bringing a far more equitable and just society into life.

The young man next to me had just travelled to Harvard University to apply there because he felt as if his degrees from Venezuela wouldn’t be “good enough” if the revolution continued. This is despite the fact that education has only become a human right since Chavez assumed office, and is no longer simply the “property” of a handful of priveleged sons and daughters of the bourgeoisie. I felt pity for the young man, who was quite nice (albeit clueless) human being. He helped me with my immigration card, I thanked him upon arrival, and I went on my way to meet some people who represented the majority of the country.

Almost immediately upon arrival in Caracas the reality of why this man is so loved by the majority of his people began to sink in. I arrived about a day and half after Vice President Nicolas Maduro had announced with tears in his eyes that El Comandante had passed away.

The first thing I did was to journey to the Military Academy where his body had been on display since the previous day. There was kilometer after kilometer of people in line to catch a five or six second glimpse of their President, who had been billed “the Christ of the Poor”.

People stopped me constantly to ask where I was from, as I clearly wasn’t from Latin America. I found that each time I would say I was from the United States, people would seem excited. They would say things like “Viva el pueblo!” and ask when we were going to make our own revolution to liberate our working-class. Entire families lined up draped in the red of the United Socialist Party (PSUV) while holding Venezeulan flags.

In 1999, over 80 percent of Venezuela lived in poverty. The wealth gap was one of the largest on the planet. The Bolivarian Revolution initiated by Chavez had the goal of building a country that ‘is now for everyone’.

The massive ‘missions’ that have taken place have not only eradicated illiteracy and put health care in every community, but have had a much more far-reaching goal: to create participatory democracy where the most basic unit of government is actually not in Caracas, but on every block. This sentiment of ‘poder popular’ (people’s power) is alive in the people here. It is so incredibly palpable. The people now live dignified lives. They no longer feel isolated from political life (or life, in general). Although there are still significant problems, one gets the feeling that a state truly exists FOR the people, not OVER the people.

Nicolas Maduro was sworn in as interim President of Venezuela on March 8th. I watched the live feed of him making a passionate speech in the People’s Assembly from the television in my hotel room as visitors such as Educuador’s President Rafael Correa and the Reverend Jesse Jackson watched. U.S. President Barack Obama had stopped short of issuing any real condolences and simply talked of the “human rights” situation in Venezuela. This was ironic talk considering that the idea of seeing a homeless or out of work person in Venezuela is unheard of, while it is commonplace in just about every part of the U.S. Chavez always understood the unchangable role of the U.S. empire. He once said, “let the dogs of the empire bark; that is their job. Ours is to achieve the true liberation of our people.” Yet everywhere I went in Venezuela, I was immensely loved for being an American. The people were not bitter in the least bit toward the U.S. people. By contrast, they would say things like “Viva El Pueblo!” and would ask when those of us in the U.S. would make our own revolution. Their animosity toward the “north” was simply with the few who currently run our society in our name. They would ask countless questions about how to best connect our societies, and I would point out how their President had already reached out in a significant way by contributing low cost or free heating oil to working-class folks in the Bronx, while also funding many social programs in the same area. More and more, our commonality was to be seen.

On Saturday, I had the immense privelege of meeting a group of men and women who make up part of the 80,000 strong Socialist Motorbikers Association of Venezuela. This is a group that has been organizing not only transportation for people in the barriors, but also everything from vehicle repair to growing food in their garage. As I looked around at the countless bikes and cars being worked on, I spotted a boy of maybe 8 years old intently reading a newspaper in the corner. This was a sight we almost never see in the U.S. Here, the youth are keen to read and receive knowledge about what’s happening in their country. It’s not that they don’t love playing videos games just like American children, but they legitimatelly feel like they have a stake in their society. It’s also not that U.S. children aren’t smart enough or incredible enough. It’s simply that our system beats into our heads from the time we are children that we are not to be the masters of our destiny—the most we can hope for is to vote these people into power, not to actually be them.


My last day in Venezuela brought with it the incredible sadness at the thought of leaving. However, the biggest surprise and treasure was still in store. Each election, Hugo Chavez would come to the Barrio 23 Enero to vote. This has typically been considered the “most dangerous” part of Caracas.

Traditionally, it had been the most impoverished and had seen terrible unemployment, drug addiction and prostitution. The first taxi driver our crew had asked to take us there refused. The second accepted, but said that we would have to give him the money in advance as it was “too dangerous” to do so at the location. Arriving at the La Piedrita commune, we got a very different sense of life there. Not only did we not feel like danger was imminent, but we felt completely at home. Walking around the barrio, I got the feeling that we were in a place where the needs of every single person and family was top priority. There were enormous murals of Che Guavara, Simon Bolivar, and Jesus Chirst clutching the Venezuelan consitution. This was another profound part of Caracas– the Constitution of 1999 was seen being sold and read almost everywhere. People were extremely conscious of their new rights as citizens of the all-inclusive Venezuela. This consciousness was also seen in the flags and busts on display at La Piedrita. Sitting next to two Venezuelan flags and a bust of Simon Bolivar were the flags of Cuba and of Muammar Gaddafi’s Libya. Although Libya has since been bombed into neo-colonial rule by the U.S. and NATO, Venezuelans continue to support the independent and nationalist Libya that existed until 2011.

In addition to a nursery, kitchen, radio station, dojo and zoo for children, several health clinics are in operation for the community. Cuban doctors began setting up the new Venezuelan health system in the early 2000s. Our guide quickly tells us how a few years back, he had nearly lose his arm because of the lack of a bone bank in the country. When Cuban doctors saw him crying for his arm to be saved, they were able to get him on the next flight to the Army hospital in Havana. His arm was saved and since then, bone banks have been introduced in Caracas to help save many more people’s limbs.

After the incredibly surreal experience of having been in Caracas for four emotional days, it was time to travel to the airport. En route, our taxi driver pointed up to the hills and said, “you see there—Chavez built 13,000 new homes for these people.” It was by this time a common thing to hear, although four days ago it would have hit me so potently. In his first speech, interim President Maduro pledged to continue the project of building 3 million brand new homes for Venezuelans. He also pledged to fight corruption, saying that such activity went against the homeland.


Although Hugo Chavez is gone, his vision lives in the nearly six million members of his United Socialist Party and in the countless organizations that are achieving true government by the people and for the people. My experience in Venezuela confirms to me that the people of the U.S. and the world have a great deal to learn from the accomplishments of the Bolivarian Revolution under the leadership of Hugo Chavez. As our guide at La Piedrita told us about the slogan “Yo Soy Chavez” (“I am Chavez”), once the people actually begin to live like him, Venezuela will be a paradise. This isn’t meant in a utopian sense, but with the understanding that human beings have the potential to travel far beyond the narrow constraints of capitalism. Socialism is just across the horizon and awaits all of humankind.

Viva El Comandante Hugo Chavez!

Long Live the Bolivarian Revolution!

Hands Off Venezuela!

Mar 052013



As many of you have heard, President Hugo Chavez passed away earlier today. As a community, we would like to show our condolences, and our support towards the Venezuelan people, by having a vigil at the Venezuelan Consulate on 51st and 5th Ave.

Furthermore, there have already been rumors of American intervention in Venezuela, as well as American officials being expelled due to suspicion of conspiracy. We would like to also denounce any intervention in the sovereignty of Venezuela, and exclaim that the future of Venezuela lies solely in the hands of the Venezuelan people.

Wednesday March 6, 2013.

Facebook Page RIP Hugo Chavez

Venezuelan Consulate

7 East 51st Street, New York, New York