When I used to return from school \u2013 I was then in Sixth Grade of primary school \u2013 I loved to talk with a neighbor, a labor leader on the docks of Veracruz harbor. It was customary, back then, that people would pull out their chairs on to the sidewalk, to refresh themselves, and there we would chat. This labor leader, who lived in a wooden house, was a good-faith Socialist. His honesty was well-known.<\/p>\n
I was interested in his ideas; he thought that workers in the USSR lived better and that Socialism was the solution for poverty. Since those early days, it worried me that while some would not have the means to eat, others would live in mansions, own several cars and enjoy luxuries. The area in which he lived was \u201cMiddle Class\u201d, and around the corner from my home there lived Andr\u00e9s Manuel L\u00f3pez Obrador, who is now President of Mexico, and he used to come to my home to play.<\/p>\n
I had doubts regarding the operation of Marxism in the real world. When I married, at 26, my wife and I went on a honeymoon to the USSR and to the nations of Eastern Europe to know about Socialism in reality. What I saw convinced me that Socialism did not reduce poverty, nor did the workers run the government, but rather that a reduced group of \u201csmall bourgeoisie\u201d concentrated the economy in their hands.<\/p>\n
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