Word: chamorro
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...Chamorro's assessment of the Sandinistas is withering. In Nicaragua the 43- year Somoza dynasty is remembered with loathing, yet she says, "The Sandinistas, without question, are worse than Somoza ever was. The Sandinistas are a disaster. After ten years of them, there's nothing to eat. I had hoped, oh, how I hoped, that their revolution might be for the people. But it's all for themselves...
...greeted her with the standard postrevolutionary salute, "Good morning, comrade," she fired back, "Don't you dare call me that. That is a word they use." If her secretary fouls up, Violeta joshingly threatens her with the fate that befell Rosario Murillo, who for eleven years was Pedro Joaquin Chamorro's executive assistant: she married Daniel Ortega...
...widow Chamorro favors an informal style, wearing simple clothes that accent her trim figure and filling her home with antique furniture and endless mementos of her husband. A sought-after speaker on the international journalists' circuit, she spends much of her time outside the country, often popping up at gala occasions like the inauguration of Venezuelan President Carlos Andres Perez, a longtime friend. When at home, she is driven to the paper's run-down plant each morning in a blue Toyota jeep. In her air- conditioned office, she puts her feet up to relieve her painful osteoarthritic condition...
...Chamorro presides over her fractured family with the same aplomb. At family gatherings, politics are checked at the door. Says Carlos Fernando: "We've * learned not to talk about our political beliefs. No one's opinion is going to be changed at the dinner table." His mother has come to terms with her family's fate: "They're all adults. They go their way, and I've gone mine. I am Violeta Barrios de Chamorro, and I don't have to ask anyone's opinion of anything. Period...
...idea of hardship was bathing in a cold lake at their country cottage. Acute social injustice consisted of being invited to two cotillions on the same evening. When Violeta was 19, she was introduced to an intense-looking young man from Managua whose family owned La Prensa. Pedro Joaquin Chamorro inspected Violeta's deeply sunned face and nicknamed her "Morenita," the dark one. He invited her to the beach. Unmoved by his instant attentions, his city ways and his presumption, she declined. He persisted for months, even after she told him, "For God's sake, leave me in peace...