Venezuela’s Refugee Crisis: why don’t we care?

Under the soft orange glow of a street light in the guerrilla controlled town of Arauca, Northern Colombia, animal like silhouettes sit in puddles of water on the broken pavements. A frenzied rustling of rubbish bags, sees further shadows emerge from nearby alleyways to join them. Venezuelan families are feeding.

Venezuelan president Nicolas Maduro feasts on steak dinners in exclusive restaurants while families in Venezuela eat from bins to survive. Communications minister Jorge Rodriguez’s comment in Ecuadorian newspaper El Comercio that “there is no humanitarian crisis in Venezuela, it’s false and it’s rubbish” shows the delusional rhetoric of a government in denial.

Nazareth Pirloiria, 27, sits outside her makeshift home near an overpass at Carcelen bus terminal in Quito. She waits patiently for public food donations from passersby; the blue plastic sheeting whips and cracks in the stiff morning breeze. She has walked 20 days through Colombia with her partner and her three young children, arriving penniless, hungry and exhausted. “We had to leave, there were no food or medicines available,” she says. “We starved for a whole week only eating green plantain skins which made us all sick.”

In a report, Alfred de Zayas, a UN human rights expert, said the crisis in Venezuela is economic, not humanitarian. The consequence, however, of this economic meltdown is a humanitarian crisis on an immense scale with the 2.6 million Venezuelans who have fled forced to lock the shutters and doors on the homes they cannot sell.

Venezuela is a wealthy country with the largest oil reserves in the world, estimated at around 300 billion barrels. But crippling hyperinflation is pushing the cost of household basics like rice to as much as three times an average monthly salary per kilogram. Mothers sleep overnight outside supermarket doorways to be first in line in the morning to have any chance of buying what food and household essentials they can afford from the half-empty shelves. Extreme shortages of food have meant that on average 75 per cent of Venezuelans have lost 11kg in bodyweight.

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At the Department for Migration in Quito, Jomir, a former director at a public school in Venezuela, recalls having to certify the deaths of at least 30 children, from newborn to three-years-old, as a result of acute malnutrition. “Mothers did not have sufficient food to be able to breastfeed their babies, that and an inadequate supply of formula milk available meant there were so many hungry babies.” She sits back in her chair and her eyes fill with the emotion she has tried so hard to suppress.

Alex Moncada, country director at CARE Ecuador, explains: “The crisis in Venezuela will continue to cause the large-scale migration we are witnessing right now. Venezuelans forced by hunger, violence and lack of opportunities for a dignified life face stigma and discrimination in countries where local communities are also living on the threshold of poverty.”

Some two years ago, professionals and the middle class spilled over the borders into Venezuela, lapping up all the good jobs. Meanwhile, the exodus of the working class sees street vendors at every traffic light in Colombia, Ecuador and Peru.

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Refugees arrive at the Rumichaca border crossing between Ecuador and Colombia, bewildered, emotional and exhausted, some of them walking the entire length of the country dragging and carrying what contents they could fit into makeshift luggage and bin bags. The “walkers”, as they are known, have trekked 20 days and 1,400km down through the mountain roads of El Paramo de Berlin, where 4,200m above sea level temperatures at night plummet to -15C.

Pedro Gomez, 50, proudly thrusts his Venezuelan passport through the bars of the steel barriers that herd them through the Colombian border control like cattle. “Why is nobody helping us? Why is no one here to see this?” Pedro’s family were one of the many that were forced to eat from bins to survive due to the scarcity of food. “Venezuelan immigration officers at security checked our bags and stole everything from us, money, medicines and jewellery. They are meant to help us… our own people.”

Bethzaz Roca, 23, an architecture graduate, sits on a bench at Rumichaca soaking up the last of the evening sun while she waits for a bus to take her to Quito. Like many other young Venezuelan women fleeing the crisis in their country she is vulnerable to xenophobia, becoming a victim of sexual harassment, gender-based violence or even trafficking.

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Outside Extacy’s 2, a brothel on the back streets of Machala, near the Peruvian border town of Huaquillas, owner Ricardo sits in a loose striped shirt pitched over his large stomach, his cheap cologne filling the evening air. “Venezuelan girls are the flavour my clients want,” he says. He greets clients with a handshake, the array of gold bracelets on his wrist dancing.

Upstairs behind the door to bedroom 11 four Venezuelan prostitutes tell me how desperation, coercion and trafficking led to them servicing the hot sweaty Ecuadorian men that file out of the bedrooms, rearranging themselves as they walk back down the stairs.

The girls perch on a damp, stained floral bedspread, next to which is a small bin overflowing with used wipes and condoms cascading onto the white tiled floor. Under the fusion of red and fluorescent strip lights, Victoria, 27, a Venezuelan single mother, breaks the silence.

Victoria worked as an air hostess for a Venezuelan airline which went into administration during the economic collapse. She replied to a job advert for a Colombian airline and travelled to Cucuta for the interview, except there was no airline and there was no job, at least not as an air hostess. She found herself in the unimaginable horror of being tricked into prostituting herself to send money home to support her parents and three-year-old daughter.

Victoria looks to the floor, her eyes heavy with sadness. She explains how at times she fears for her life, and was once stabbed for resisting rape by a client in the back of a taxi as she tried to escape.

Karina Bravo at Plaperts, in partnership with CARE, runs workshops designed to specifically educate both men and woman to maintain a high standard of safety and hygiene in the sex industry. Participants, the majority of which are Venezuelan, receive entitlement to free healthcare services geared specifically towards sex work.

Venezuelan prostitutes are a third of the price. This lower tariff ensures that the market for prostitution is now more accessible to a larger clientele. Reports from Colombia’s busiest border town, Cucuta, is reporting a significantly higher number of cases of HIV and Aids.

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Karina has fought tirelessly for the rights of prostitutes here and has repeatedly challenged brothel owners, receiving death threats as a consequence. She knows all the working girls in Machala, and interacts with them playfully, with an exuberant joie de vivre and a sassy style to which they connect. Karina was once a prostitute herself, and understands the girls she helps – her layers of experience is part of the reason she is so successful and so well respected.

In Bogota, Colombia, an informal tented settlement close to the central bus station is now home to several hundred refugees. Under the shade of trees, men in suits slither between the black plastic sheeting of makeshift tents, casually and openly discussing buying women for sex. “I need six young girls tomorrow, my clients are waiting, I have been good to you so don’t let me down.” Sister Teresina at the Foundation of Migrant Attention, a Catholic organisation in partnership with CARE, voiced her concerns about vulnerable Venezuelan women living in camps… and the proof is clear. Families of refugees desperate for shelter are not permitted to sleep on the streets or any public places, so they are forced to find alternatives. The foundation has been quick to respond to the needs of the refugee crisis and has repurposed offices into dormitories accommodating 43 people, because “the shelter can only be used for five days, just so they have enough time for them to heal in their body and in their hearts”. A mother and daughter stand at the reception, their worldly possessions in two plastic bags. Today their journey to Ecuador continues. Sister Teresina hands Maria Isabella, 7, a cuddly bear and she replies: “Thank you sister, this bear is the only thing I have in the world, I will look after him.”

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On the Colombian border of Arauca, where hostility hangs in the air with the humidity, driver Carlos Gomez, 33, says: “Everyone is involved in everything, even me. I take young girls to executives from oil companies, sometimes they are no more than 15 years old, maybe younger, but I can’t say no.”

Carlos pays $200 (£151) per month for the protection of his 10-year-old son. “Saying no in Arauca, a cartel guerrilla-controlled territory, will cost you your life. They print your name in the paper before they kill you.” Nobody is exempt from paying guerrilla protection money here in Arauca, or the “vaccine” as it is referred to, not even British photojournalists.

The corruption and rot in this humanitarian disaster run from the president right down to the human traffickers, brothel proprietors, contraband smugglers and taxi drivers. Everyone is bending rules and taking a cut. Venezuela’s people, meanwhile, are on their hands and knees eating out of bins while the world does precious little to help. They have been let down by their government, forced to leave behind their country, their homes and their children.

NGOs like CARE work tirelessly and have recently begun distributing food and other essential items, as well as legal and psychosocial support, in four localities: Apure (Venezuela), Arauca, Ipiales, Tulcan and Quito. They will continue mobilising resources to address the needs of the refugees and the host communities, promoting integration and an enabling environment to address xenophobia and exploitation, with local governments.

This crisis demonstrates an entrenched, overwhelming hopelessness, based on social betrayal and the ill-treatment of women becoming normalised. Every face, every expression shows hopelessness on an overwhelming scale. The world must not look away; for Victoria’s sake in Machala, let down by so many but still fighting for a better life.

With continued support from private donors and expected support from institutional donors, CARE will change and empower the lives of the most vulnerable and marginalised.

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