The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Hyperinflation stole Christmas in Venezuela
World’s worst inflation crisis takes its toll at holidays.
CARACAS, VENEZUELA — They were the cheapest in the store, but the Converse knockoffs were still 500,000 bolívars a pair. “Son locos” —they’re crazy — Viviana Acosta had said, gingerly placing the sneakers back on the shelf.
Just before Christmas, the world’s worst inflation crisis in nearly a decade was escalating — bringing a country of nearly 32 million, once Latin America’s richest per capita, to its knees. Shoes for the kids had been Viviana’s plan for the holidays. But multiply by three — for two daughters and one son — and it was three months worth of what she earned doing house-call hair and nails.
She walked outside, to the half-empty shopping street, rubbing the fatigue out of her eyes. The treat she’d just given the kids for breakfast — oatmeal, sold by a man on the street — had nearly doubled in price in one month, to 5,000 bolívars a cup. Viviana and Enrique Alvarado, her husband, had gone without.
They were passing an image of Venezuela’s late leader Hugo Chávez —“Always with us,” the writing underneath proclaimed — when she spotted real trouble. The toy store. “Don’t get too excited,” Viviana, 29, called out as squealing Victoria, 4, Ruben, 9, and Michel, 12, dashed inside.
“Mommy, look!” said Ruben, pointing at a box of Transformers.
She leaned in, reading the price.
“Five million,” she mouthed, aghast. Ten months’ pay.
Ruben looked up at his mother. She looked embarrassed.
Then Ruben was blushing, too.
“Mommy,” he said, taking her hand. “Let’s go look at something else.”
Venezuelans are calling this “Infeliz Navidad” —Unhappy Christmas — a holiday season devastated by hyperinflation.
Under Chavez, who came to power in 1999, oil-rich Venezuela proclaimed itself a socialist paradise. Industries were nationalized. Government handouts multiplied.
But Venezuela’s economy no longer works.
The past six months have brought the kind of shocking price surges that the world last saw in Zimbabwe in 2008. Venezuela hasn’t released official inflation data since 2015. But last month, according to the Caracas-based statistical firm Ecoanalitica, the country slipped into hyperinflation - and hit an annualized rate of nearly 2,000 percent.
The cash-strapped government is now teetering on default, printing reams of bills to keep the economy afloat. That fuels inflation. Venezuela has tried to prop up an official exchange rate as low as 10 bolívars to the dollar. But the thriving black market has effectively set its own exchange rate, in which the bolívar has fallen 97 percent against the dollar since Jan. 1.
Then, it took 3,164 bolívars
to buy a dollar. Now, it takes 123,000. The nearly worthless bolívar means that imports - which are generally purchased in dollars — are prohibitively expensive, and Venezuelan businesses can’t afford to buy foreign-made inputs, slowing their production.
As inflation soars, hospitals are increasingly running short of antibiotics, gauze, HIV antiretroviral and cancer drugs. Parents unable to feed their children are abandoning them at orphanages. Because public utilities can’t afford new electricity cords or spare parts, the country is experiencing frequent blackouts. The government just minted a 100,000-bolívar note.
Consumer prices here have been rising for years, particularly since President Nicolás Maduro took over after Chavez’s death in 2013. The plunge in the global price for oil has been one big factor. Another is sharply falling oil production, as the industry here buckles under the weight of corruption, neglect and a flight of expertise.
The government has sought to aid citizens with additional cash handouts and the promise of extra food baskets. It blames the economic woes on speculators, hoarding by greedy oligarchs and attacks by foreign powers - particularly the Trump administration, which in August imposed sanctions that made it harder for Venezuela to access the U.S. financial system.
Yet the vastly accelerated slide into hyperinflation came after a July election tainted by fraud. It created a new super-legislature of government loyalists that replaced the opposition-controlled National Assembly, and gave Maduro virtually dictatorial power.
Modern currency values are linked to the credibility and solvency of national governments. Critics now say Venezuela’s government lacks both.
Downtown Caracas was once festooned with Christmas lights during the holidays. Now, as Enrique and Viviana strolled with their kids down a major Caracas shopping street, it was devoid of holiday decor.
“It’s like Christmas isn’t even happening this year,” said Enrique, 30, as he carried his 4-year-old, Victoria, in his arms.
As the family walked the Boulevard Sabana Grande, they passed long lines at ATMs. In Venezuela, larger transactions are now mostly made by bank card. Financial institutions are rationing cash withdrawals to 10,000
bolívars a day, about 8 cents at the black market rate. To have enough cash to buy smaller items, many Venezuelans must go to the ATM day after day.
Viviana and Enrique had some cash on hand — but for all the wrong reasons.
To keep up with inflation, the government is constantly raising the monthly minimum wage. The last hike, in November — from 325,000 to 456,000 bolívars, in cash and food stamps — was too much for the construction company that employed Enrique. It laid off nearly half its staff — including him.
“I don’t blame them,” said Enrique, adjusting his L.A. Lakers hat. “Nobody is building. Everything has stopped.”
Enrique and his wife had decided that Enrique would use his 1 million bolívar severance payment to go to Colombia in January. Following in the footsteps of tens of thousands of Venezuelans, he’d cross the border illegally — passports were too expensive, and took too long to get — to look for work. They’d be apart, but he’d send money home.
Both Ruben and his eldest sister sensed how bad things were. To spare their parents, they hadn’t even turned in Christmas lists this year.
Little Victoria was a different story.
In her father’s arms, she smiled wide, pulling out a creased piece of paper from her pocket and holding it in front of her pink plaid shirt. The letter was decorated with a Christmas tree and Santa’s face.
“Dear Baby Jesus,” she began reading aloud, addressing the figure who in the Venezuelan tradition was the real power behind Santa’s throne.
“I want roller skates, makeup, a puppy and a baby doll.”
She folded her hands. “That’s what I want, Daddy,” she said. “Can I have it?”
Enrique blinked. “Little daughter,” he said, burying his face in her shoulder.
Two days later, Viviana had almost forgotten about gifts. She was too busy worrying about food.
The family had never seen themselves as quite middle class, but for a while, they got close. They took holiday trips to the beach. Last year, with inflation growing, the vacations stopped and they cut back on food, but they’d still managed a traditional Christmas dinner of baked ham, chicken salad and hallacas — meat-stuffed tamales.
This year, it was going to be just the hallacas — if they could find, and afford, the ingredients.