Romulo Lopez Cordero

I confess my weakness

Romulo Lopez — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 22:39:10 PST

I have a confession to make, I am having a relapse in my bad eating habits and I need your help. Don't tell me that I look fine thin and that I should relax with the food. I consider food addictions as bad as substance addictions. I struggle every day and lately is getting harder and harder to keep the healthy eating, I have been indulging in sweets and stuff that I should not eat despite looking great.
You might be thinking that I am being dramatic but I am not. I have lost before weight (twice but never lost so much) and slowly I have recovered it and made it worst.
I can see the signs, compulsive eating, wanting more, making excuses finishing a box of cereal, feeling lazy for walking. I was told this day was going to come and the truth is that I have lost so much ( 55 ounds) that I don't want come back. I was diabetic and about to have a cardiac problem. Now I walk 4.5 miles diabetis is on remission and heart is strong. So please, your help is needed, don't tell me to relax I am only halfway, I need to keep off the weight and I am making this confession public to get your support.
THANKS FOR YOUR HELP.

Manuel Ayau, the freedom fighter, the hero, the grandfather

Romulo Lopez — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 05:56:16 PDT

I am deeply saddened to learn about Muso's passing away on August 3. I met Muso, a friend of my father, some 19 years ago in 1991. I had heard some interesting stories about him from my parents when they visited Guatemala in 1985. Over the years my dad kept in touch with him through meetings and while I was too young to understand why he was so important I started to read a lot more about free market ideas, and to learn about the freedom movement through stories that were written for young kids. I especially remember reading as a preteen Muso's cartoon book " Cómo mejorar el nivel de vida" (How to improve your living standard). The book may be long forgotten but it had a deep impact on me because it lead me to start reading more and more why people are poor and how economics and free markets play a role into an individual’s welfare. He was one of the first to plant the seeds in my head for a career of promoting liberty.

As I grew up I learned more about the Francisco Marroquin University (UFM) which Muso founded, and that inspired me to want to go there to study under the author of that little cartoon book that had made me forget my dreams of studying engineering, which came natural to me. What I wanted was to learn about economics from Muso on that beautiful campus that I read about through publications and brochures that my father received from one of his earlier ventures the think tank Center for Economic and Social Studies (CEES).

Finally, my wishes came true in January of 1991 despite my friends concern that I was going to Guatemala to study how to be a communist guerrilla fighter. I arrived in Guatemala City from Ecuador in the midst of the civil war, violent crime and kidnappings. Little did my friends know that I was going there because I was totally convinced that the best fight against enemies of freedom was through education in free market principles. Some of my friends were concerned that I was going there out of idealistic pursuit of ideas, and not because it was the best university available. I had to admit that I myself was not sure if the University was an indoctrination camp and not a real university. These worries were quickly dissipated once I stepped foot on campus. Its reputation as a stellar institution of higher learning is rivaled by few.

When I first met Muso I was pleasantly surprised at how warm he and his family were. I was invited to spend many weekends at their Amatitlán home. Muso was an engineer by trade, although he knew as much about economics despite not studying it formally. He also shared with me (I learned over the years) a fascination for electronic gadgets and a kind of natural ability to learn how to use them quickly. Of all his towering achievements this little fact might seem unimportant, but to me it revealed an attitude of defying usual expectations and doing things that other people thought impossible. This trait was apparent when he founded one of the oldest think tanks in Latin America, a university in the middle of one of the longest and most devastating civil wars in the Americas, and a lifetime of entrepreneurial and academic success. The icing was when he learned to fly helicopters at nearly 80 years old. Unbelievable…except to those who knew him personally.

For those of us who were lucky enough to meet the man, Muso had a serious and talented mind. He was youthful not only in spirit, but physically too. I still remember the first time I met him. He took us on a tour around the Amatitlán Lake where his family lived. At that time he was wearing a special belt around his waist because he was suffering from lower back pain. Upon returning to his house he told me to try to tie up the boat at the pier. I have never been particularly athletic and despite my youth I was afraid of falling into the water. Seeing that I was not able to do it, he told me, "let me show you." He jumped from the boat to the pier like a teenager, and proceeded to pull the boat and tie it up to the pier. Needless to say I still feel embarrassed at the fact that a sexagenarian was able to teach me that lesson. Over the years, until the last time I saw him in at a Liberty fund Colloquium held in Guatemala in November of 2008, he looked pretty much the same - not much different from those pictures 19 years ago. Always with that funny grin like a kid about to do something naughty, very clever despite of starting to suffer the effects of the chemotherapy for his cancer, and despite being sometimes forgetful last time I saw him, always very witty and clever.

Throughout my five years in Guatemala I went to Muso's home on weekends and he and Olga always complained to me and my father that I was not a more frequent visitor. It was a home away from home. It was such a warm and welcoming environment for a young man away from his home country. For that I am forever grateful. A lot of times I felt a little shy as if I was abusing their generosity. I felt a certain reverential fear when in Muso's presence. He was always very open and talking with him challenged me to be extremely focused all the time because I was speaking to a towering figure.

Over the years I matured and began to feel more comfortable, but sadly I was not living any more in Guatemala and I longed every time I learned that he was attending one of Atlas's events to have some time and sit with him and talk. Even better if Muso's wife Olga was with him. With them I always felt as though I was visiting my grandparents, a certain joy like seeing family. I use to feel a little jealous of my brothers and sister who were able to regularly visit the Ayau family gatherings. Even worst jealous of others, because when seeing him I was not able to talk in that familial environment that I had with him early on. Muso had become like a rock star and many people wanted his attention. The legend was reaching the pinnacle of his life and everybody wanted a piece of him. Despite all that I knew that whenever he saw me he would come and ask me how things were, about my family and how important it was for me to lose weight (I was so much thinner when I met him in Guatemala!) I thank him because he was never judgmental in doing so but he was seriously concerned about me.

I reflect on this today as I am writing these random recollections because upon learning of his death I could not at first put together in words what I felt towards the hero of my childhood, the hero that put me on the path of advocacy with a cartoon book, the friend that opened the doors of his home and family to me and my family and was always concerned about my future like a grandfather. I can thank him for the fact that I studied at Francisco Marroquín, a university where you go to learn about freedom, but also and institution that strives for excellence in education and that focuses on the search for truth and independence.

I owe to him the fact that I do what I do at Atlas where I am committed to the cause of liberty. Lots of people I’m sure will be able to better put in words his lifetime of achievements, but I wanted to pay tribute to the man, the hero, the grandfather that he was to me. I know that I am not alone, Muso and the Ayau family were very generous to all people that came through their lives and many will have similar recollections. He might be gone but the spirit and legacy left to those of us that try to engage in teaching and promoting liberty will be with us forever.

Romulo Lopez — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 17:44:47 PDT

Very tired after a long weekend, but still with some energy to surf the web.

La salida de la dolarizacion

Romulo Lopez — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 05:00:39 PST

Hace casi año y medio publiqué esto y de nuevo Correa comienza a hablar del bimonetarismo. Como analicé aquella vez en abril del 2007, esta medida es el Caballo de Troya para abandonar la dolarización. Ir al enlace para leer.

http://www.cambiemosecuador.com/2007/04/bravo_dr_correa.html

When Ecuador Elected a Free Market President

Romulo Lopez — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 11:54:42 PST

Atlas’s president, Alex Chafuen, has a story about when he first met my father, Romulo Lopez-Sabando, in 1985. Alex asked him what the biggest challenge for free markets in Ecuador was. My dad replied, “Winning the country’s presidency”.

My father was president of the Chamber of Industries of Guayaquil, where he fought alongside Leon Febres- Cordero,( former president of the Chamber and a Congressman) for free market reforms. Their efforts were so successful that in 1984, Febres-Cordero won the presidency. Not only did he win, he won while preaching a free market message. The left called him “the most insolent oligarchy’s messenger ” for being so straightforward in his arguments for free markets.

Ecuador talked about free market reforms in Latin America before Argentina, Peru, Brazil or Venezuela; on a continent where the only other free market option was Chile under Pinochet’s dictatorship. As is always the way, Ecuadoreans have been the first ones to talk about many reforms, like dollarization and privatization, but the last ones to actually implement these reforms. No free market reforms or privatizations were ever accomplished (except for a bank privatization) under Febres-Cordero’s government. Their only success was fighting against the guerrillas, and literally wiping them out. His government became the favorite whipping boy of the Ecuadorean left.

Later on, as mayor of his hometown Guayaquil, he recovered his political image by transforming the city from an ” American Calcutta” (no offense to Calcutta) into a decent and livable place. I had the chance to ask Febres-Cordero (thanks to my dad’s friendship with him) why he never implemented any free market reforms during his presidency, given his admiration for Ludwig Earhart’s reforms in Germany. His only response was that the special interest groups made reforms impossible.

You can view Leon Febres-Cordero’s obituary in the Washington Post. I might add, that due to his failure to implement the reforms he so ardently called for, it has been difficult to promote free markets in Ecuador. He was a great leader for Ecuador, but his great opportunity to implement lasting reform was squandered. His is a classic example of Hayek’s warning to Atlas’s founder, Antony Fisher against getting involved with politics in order to advance reforms.

It was not until recently, thanks to the steady work of Dora Ampuero (Instituto Ecuatoriano de Economia Politica established in 1991) and others (too many to name here) like my father, university students, Movimiento Libertario in Quito (Juan Fernando Carpio) and most recently Fundacion Ecuador Libre (winner of a 2008 Fisher Venture Grant), that the bad reputation left by Febres-Cordero has slowly been cleared away. Little by litte the people of Ecuador are coming to appreciate the need for free market reforms, especially after the Pro-Chavez-Castro regime of Rafael Correa.

Originally posted here