Some Latin American rulers are powerful in speech and action. The world awaits his words that bring surprising changes or, as in the case of our young president, his decisions; words are not his forte. Not everyone sends their vice president miles away to a war zone, or appoints governors and less than six days later change to four.

This week, several violently tragic events, in our country and in the world, call us to a painful, painful reality. At Christmas time, serene joy seems almost an insult. She finds refuge deep within each person and expresses herself only when she knows that the environment welcomes and cares for her. It’s almost embarrassing to have a reason to be happy.

Bukele harangues the police troops with a speech that is circulating on the nets. He believes that peace is not built through the agreements of corrupt people who share power. That it requires work, sweat, effort and courage and to recognize that we are part of something more important than ourselves: if we only stick to those words, I sign this content. Milei abolishes ministries and modifies the nepotism law in his service so that his sister becomes chief secretary in his government.

In our country, our millennial representative claims that he will change the country with his pragmatism and his knowledge.

The three countries they command are or have been rocked by corruption, violence and drug trafficking. All of them had or have populations exhausted by the impoverishment, paralysis and fear that violence produces. A population that needs to stand up and regain its pride in what it is and the dreams and aspirations that motivate it individually and collectively.

It is clear that the democracy we live in is in crisis; We can’t find a way to make it work. If justice must include new concepts to truly be such, restorative justice is slowly making its way, at least as an aspiration.

The youth and their rush with their immediate culture exercise power and can, without being aware of it, create new ghettos from those who serve and those who do not, depending on their age.

What emerges clearly is a deep aspiration, increasingly conscious and often seemingly distant, for a just world. The need to eliminate poverty on a planet where an economic crisis threatens with greater consequences for the most vulnerable, who are actually considered one-off or collateral victims.

A population that demands that tenderness and solidarity be values ​​and political drivers, that accept the impoverished and economically displaced, women victims of violence and malnourished children, in a world that throws away food.

A world crying out for peace and harmony in the midst of wars between states, religions, ideologies and what is human is obscured by grotesque caricatures of armed and drugged monsters who claim to defend sovereignties and territories. A world that cares for a nature that is groaning with the pain of extermination. A world that demands the merging of everyone’s dreams into a common purpose that actually recognizes us as fellow humans, stardust flowing through our veins. (OR)