I grew up in Venezuela during a period where state-organized violence impacted directly on my family, causing vivid loss and horror. Because of my family’s active and continued participation in left-wing politics, it was necessary for us to maintain a low profile; speaking openly about my father was not an option. For much of my life, there was uncertainty about whether he, my father, had been politically disappeared or, perhaps secretly somewhere, alive.
The images below are a collection of newspaper clippings and related documents, some from primary sources. In the first compilation, the image from left to right, there is a photo of my father Iván Daza (in the black suit) with his brothers, at the Universidad Central de Venezuela (circa 1965).