The sidewalks of Boa Vista are strewn with Venezuelan refugees who lie on skimpish pieces of cloth and torn cardboard boxes in the open air.
Along the highway in between traffic signals, young mothers sell cheap merchandize. As we drove past, one of them help a sign that read: 4 towels for 10 reais. I stopped the car and bought it.
I needed the towels, and this woman needed the money more. As we drove a bit further, the red traffic light brought the car to a halt. Two young Venezuelan girls ran out to clean the windshield. They were looking to make a few pennies.
Everywhere around the city, businesses try to employ Venezuelans. From a humanitarian persepective, they need help. From a business perspective, they work cheaper. From a patriotic perspective, hiring them puts your own citizesn out of work. How shold we look at it?
On the cities’ main highways, ragged Venezuelan men and women hold placards which read, “I need work, food and a place to stay.” Who knows when a next rescue vehicle will pull up to one of them And who knows what danger lurks the next timea vehicle stops for one of them? We can only hope for the best.
Today, as I came to the bus station, a young woman stood with a biag of sweets. She was selling the sweets to raise money to purchase food. A little boy tagged by her side. She wasn’t getting much customers. My heart went out for this woman and her child. I reached into my pocket and gave her my last time.
But the assault intensifies. Like yesterday, a young woman handed me a small piece of paper. It read in Spanish that she was deaf, had a child and was asking for help.
Who knows if she was telling the truth? But what diffence does it make now? I signaled to her that I had already given away everything. She quickly nodded and left.
Not so long ago, angry residents of the border state of Pakaraima attacked Venezuelan refugees, burned their belongings and chased them back across the border. This was in relatization to a violent attack carried out by a Venezuelan on a businessman in that area.
Yes, there are a few criminals among them, but ost enezuelans are good people. And in this case, hundreds of struggling people were punisehd because of the actions of a few criminals.
The economic meltdown started as early as 2013, and since then, handfuls of them were escaping the country. Many of them returned hoping that hings would change. It only got worse.
The economic meltdown intensified through 2014 to 2018. For 3 years now, there had been an outpouring of Venezuelan refugees on every border.
They seek refuge as far as Uraguay, Paraguay and Chile.
In the country of Venezuela itself, children are literally dying from hunger. Diesease ad lack of medicine. Vilent crimes and murders are an everyday occurrence.
In the capitcl city of Caracas, the parasiti elite leaders continue to suck the blood of the poor.
Nicolas madura’s amdinistration has committed some of the worset crimes against huaminty. Yet, he continues to rule in power while the world turns a blind eye.
Of course, it’s not our problem. But it was the sae thing we said before the Japanese bombed pear habour. It was the same thing we said when the Jews were being mass murdered during the hacoast. Shall we wait until the problem reaches our front door? Have we forgetting the gold old age: the only thing needed for evil to thrive is for good men to do nothing?
And have we forgetten that the cost of world war 11 would have been much lower if we had heeded the cries of the persecuted?
The bible commands us to help those in need. It says in Proverbs: whoever shuts his hear to the cry of the heldpless, will one day cry and not be heard.
Remember Jesus’ words:
I was hungry and you gave me food. Naked and you clothed me. Homeless and you took me in.
Or did you?