VI of The Mexican Transition
The Narco News Bulletin
Name of Our Country is América"
in Two Acts
Political Class that Does Not End
OF NATIONAL LIBERATION, MEXICO. November 2000.
TO THE NATIONAL
AND INTERNATIONAL PRESS:
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Here, once again.
A letter for he who is already going (fortunately) and an invitation
for you to attend a press conference. We will do everything including
the impossible to not stick to the scheduled hour.
Vale. Good health
and no, you don't have to worry, because Martha Sahagún
will not be here.
From the Mountains
of the Mexican Southeast,
México, Noviembre del 2000.
Last Hours of Zedillo!)
¡Andale! ¡Andale! ¡Andale!
¡Arriba! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!
in Two Acts by El Sup Marcos
translation of the postscript is dedicated by Narco News
to Judith Malina and Hannon Reznikoff of The Living Theater)
(¡ha!) THAT SAYS WHAT IT SAYS.
Players: The political class,
the host, the headline, the public.
Date: Before the July 2nd 2000
rises. On the stage are a television and a radio hidden and at
full volume. The backdrop is the headline of a national newspaper.
The audio in the TV and radio are the same: commercial jingles.
The newspaper headlines change according to the script.)
are in the media, thus, we exist. Now we must confront our greatness
with the most difficult test in the supreme art of governing:
the ratings. Call the image consultants! (clap your hands)
The Headline: THE FIP IS CREATED,
THE FEDERAL INSTITUTE OF POLLING. The bother of going to the
polls will be eliminated, says the subhed.
stage right): Here I am. (Speaking to the public.) Modern political science
doesn't just consist in discovering what product will have better
acceptance in the market, but, and this I have proven scientifically,
it consists in converting anything that exists into something
that subjects itself as much as possible to that product (He
takes from his briefcase a complete makeup kit). (He begins to
paint the face of the political class).
The headline: Cybernetic Vote Buying
is a Democratic Advance: Ernesto Zedillo.
Class (sneezing): Hatchoo! I think I'm allergic to this
dust. What is it?
a hankerchief): Bless you! It is the
last gasp of a style. It is democratizing dust.
in resignation): Okay, it will all be
put to use.
The Headline: PRICES OF CANDIDATES
Host (entering stage left): Hurry up! Faster! The sponsors are upset!
We have to tape the program.
Consultant: The sponsors? I thought
that the unhappy ones were the spectators
Host: No, no no. The rhythm
of politics is not marked with watches or calendars, but with
programming hours. Hurry up! We have little time between the
at itself in a mirror that the consultant is holding): Okay, how do I look?
Magnificent! You are unrecognizable...
In the good old days there weren't any that were shorter than
those produced by the happy sound of the slogans like "It's
Seen! It's Felt! The PRI is Omipotent!"
steps to the side).
Host: Lights! Cameras! Action!
Host (speaking to the public): Welcome to our program, "The Able
Truth!" Today we have as our special guest, The Political
Class! (strong applause is heard, the public is immobilized,
the audience silent, but an audiotape avoids the heavy task of
the host): Is my tie straight?
Host: Tell us, Political Class,
excuse me... can I ask you something?
a cavity that looks like a smile): Of course.
Host: Good, tell us, what
can be hoped from the coming electoral process?
class moves its lips but no sound emerges.)
Host: Very interesting! Almost
as interesting as these messages from our sponsors.
we off the air?
Host: Yes. It went perfectly.
Now we will wait for the consultant, who, after conducting his
market studies, will send us the audiotape with your response.
can I leave now?
Class leaves. Someone comes close and turns off the radio and
the TV. The headlines fade out. The curtain falls. The audience
yawns. An audiotape blasts a strong applause.)
Players: The Political Class,
Mrs. X, Youth Y and Mr. Z
Place: Mexico, July 2nd, 2000.
rises. The stage is a lonely street)
for itself): We see faces, but we
don't know how they are voting.
Mrs. X: No.
Youth Y: No.
Mr. Z: No.
to the public): We see faces, but we
don't know how they are voting.
The Public (breaking onto the stage,
scandalizing everyone): NO!
This work of
theater is a problem. Those who direct are forced to convince
the viewer that it is already over. The public not only abandons
the seats but begins to jump onto the stage. The director and
the actors scratch their heads. It's already not possible to
know where the stage will be and where the script will go. Soon,
without apparently having made an agreement, and with a hard
look on their faces, everyone in the public shouts: "Third Call! Third
Call! Third! Let's Begin!"
Does the Curtain
What? You didn't
like it? The Sea liked it, at least she laughed. What? Dario
Fo, Carballido, Burrola, Savariego and Leñero are going
to scold me? They will do it. They scolded Einstein for his personal
hygiene (or was it for his math?)
El Sup, in the Ticket Booth
Mexican Transition: Immediate History