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A comandante talks about the case of Ingrid Betancourt, FARC prisoner for the past four years
From our correspondent
Stella Spinelli
 
Alape - photo by Matt Shonfeld/Redux“Why on earth did we kidnap Ingrid Betancourt, who, at least on paper, was the politician closest to our vision of an ideal Colombia?  Because she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”    From his hiding place deep in the heart of the Magdalena Medio, thousands of acres of thick forest that cover the altoplano of central Colombia, Pastor Alape, one of the nine comandantes of the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC) and a member of the general secretariat, has agreed to talk with us about Betancourt.
 
Ingrid BetancourtBackground.  A Colombian with close ties to France, in 2002 Betancourt was the New Colombia/Green Oxygen candidate for  president of Colombia.  At the time, she was traveling to the “demilitarized zone” of San Vicente del Caguan, 740 kilometers south of Bogota.  The area had been the scene of peace talks between then President Andres Pastrana and the guerrillas of Tirofijo and was demilitarized until after three years of fractious discourse the talks broke off on February 20, 2002.
Three days later, on February 23, Betancourt was stopped and captured, along with her campaign manager, Clara Rojas.  Now the area is a desert.  The guerrilla forces  beat a hasty retreat to the nearby mountains.  Thousands of soldiers of the army advanced to retake possession of the zone.  Heavy bombardments destroyed bridges, guerrilla camps and even a first aid center.  But no guerrilla leader was captured.  They had already fled,  taking away with them their hopes for a peace accord—and Senora Betacourt.
 
magdalena medio. photo by Matt Shonfeld/ReduxDialogue.  Comandante Alape  has a strong voice and pronounces each word with precision, a habit of command.  His face is strong, direct.  Yet he has gentle ways.  He wears a camouflage uniform and a black beret decorated with a pin displaying the Colombian national colors. 
“Nothing about that kidnapping was planned,” he explains, every now and then adjusting his ruana, a small poncho he wears over his right shoulder. “She was there and we took her.  Our revolutionary FARC philosophy considers anyone who participates in this system of government to be an enemy.  Ours is a social revolution.  We are helping the people to take power.  Our principal objective, therefore, is to destroy the current political class, the fruit of a corrupt oligarchy.  We are at war.”  We are sitting at a wooden table under a ramada set among the trees along the bank of a little stream.  “War is an inhuman instrument.  Everybody pays the full price.  Kidnappings are one of the horrible rules of the game.  To deprive someone of their liberty is a barbarous act.  I understand the agony of her children.  But we have no choice, if we are to change this country.  Our guerrilla logic determines that Senora Betancourt is precious merchandise, to be exchanged for so many of our companeros in enemy hands.  The only thing that I have to say is that Ingrid and all other detainees are treated with respect.  Physically they are all fine.” 
 
the river. photo by Matt Shonfeld/ReduxAt the head of the table.  Alape is seated at the head of the table.  All around is silence.  It is 3:00 pm in the hot Colombian summer.  We are at least four hours’ walk from the nearest habitation.  There are a few young men in camouflage around us cutting firewood to cook their rations.  The other members of the commander’s unit are off somewhere finishing up the day’s chores.     
“The political prisoners spend their days walking because the hideouts are never too secure.  Then they read.  They listen to the radio. We let them listen to the radio.  It is only right that they keep informed, that they stay in contact with the world.  And one way or another they stay in touch with their families.  We even let them listen to Radio Caracol,” now he is laughing, “which broadcasts messages for the prisoners.  I know that this is not an easy life.  But they never go hungry, as happens to the majority of Columbians. The poor farmers have to bear the violence of the mercenaries hired by the big landowners.”   Then he concludes, looking us straight in the eye: “Ingrid’s children and all of the people dear to the other three thousand prisoners ought to hope that Uribe is not re-elected and that the next president will accept the conditions for a humanitarian exchange—which we members of FARC have been proposing for years.”
Topic: War
Area: Colombia