Lima, 1949 – Mexico City, 2026

Some deaths you never quite manage to take in, and this is one of them. Óscar Ugarteche was so alive, so strong, so brimming with intelligence and energy, that it seems impossible he died this past Saturday 11th of July.
Born in Peru, he died far from his own country, in Mexico City, the place that took him in for his last twenty years and that, became a kind of exile. Óscar always spoke with longing about the Lima of his childhood: the old cafés where his father used to read the newspaper the way people did in Europe, the shops where they would stop afterwards to buy a cake to take home. His face would light up as he described it, and then darken, because none of it, he would say, is left. The savage liberalization policies of the 1980s swept away the cafés, the corner shops, the local economy, even the newspapers, and turned Lima into a chaotic, traffic-choked, underdeveloped city. Óscar spent his whole life studying and fighting those imported neoliberal recipes that manufacture underdevelopment for the many in order to enrich the few.
He came from an affluent family and there was always something faintly aristocratic about him. I mean that in the only sense of the word I like: Óscar was elegant and generous, he gave his time to governments and to small NGOs alike. A good education opened the doors of universities abroad. He studied finance at Fordham University in New York, took a master’s degree at the London Business School (1975), and he began his adult life working as a consultant on finance and sovereign debt. It was the predictable path, the one predetermined by his background. And then, when he was around thirty, he made a decision I find the most admirable in a life of admirable decisions: he turned around. He could have spent his entire existence oiling the machinery of an unjust system, as the vast majority of people do, but instead he chose to cross over to the other side and devote his intelligence to changing that system and making it better.
That second life, the real one in every way that counts, was longer and harder. In 1982 the foreign debt crisis exploded in Latin America, and there was a lot to be done. He advised governments, the United Nations, the Economic Commission for Latin America (ECLAC), the International Labour Organization (ILO), the United Nations Conference on Trade and Development (UNCTAD), and Oxfam. He was one of the founders of Latindadd, the Latin American network for economic justice, and he worked shoulder to shoulder with civil society organizations, not only across the continent but in other regions too.
From 2005 he was a senior researcher at the Institute for Economic Research of Mexico’s National Autonomous University, the famous UNAM, where he founded the Latin American Economic Observatory (OBELA) and made it, quite literally, a home for a whole generation of young economists, a generation from which, I am certain, new shining stars will rise. In 2021 the UNAM awarded him its National University Prize, the highest honor it confers. He had earned it many times over.
Óscar leaves behind an overwhelming body of work: 28 books, nearly 60 chapters in edited volumes, and more than 90 articles. And yet that whole ocean has a single current. Óscar wrote, again and again, about how the international economic and financial architecture is built to benefit a few. His Historia crítica del FMI (2009), published just after the global financial crisis and his most widely read book, which ran to three editions, tells how the IMF. an institution created to provide stability ended up harming countries and their citizens. His major work, Arquitectura financiera internacional. Una genealogía 1850 a 2008 (2018), travels a century and a half to show that crises are not failures of the system but the system working as designed, and that they always benefit the same people.
His most international book was El falso dilema. América Latina en la economía global (1997), translated into English as The False Dilemma: Globalization, Opportunity or Threat? (2000). Its argument still holds: the choice we are told, either do what neoliberal theory dictates or be shut out of globalization, is a false one, because Latin America and Africa are already shut out of globalization. “Export or die” forgets the only thing development is actually about, which is improving people’s lives, modernizing society without social exclusion. The roots of global economic instability lie not in the South but in a chronic crisis of the productivity of capital in the G7 countries. Latin America and the countries of the South finance the North’s deficits with their reserves at laughable rates, and then borrow back from the North at punishing ones. The main antidote, for Óscar, is a strong, innovative, interventionist state that invests in its people, in infrastructure, in public services, in applied technological research and in a new generation of homegrown manufacturing.
Óscar never read debt and underdevelopment as a problem of bad policies, or of bad governments. He read it as something structural, a mechanism of power, and he proved it book by book, from Teoría y práctica de la deuda externa en el Perú (1980) and El Estado deudor. Economía política de la deuda: Perú y Bolivia 1968 a 1984 (1986) to Modernización reformista y deuda externa en el Perú, 1963-1976 (2019), which closed a circle: forty years on, he returned to the subject of his very first work, this time reading Washington’s declassified archives, from the State Department, the CIA and the National Security Council, linking external debt to the three Peruvian coups of 1962, 1968 and 1975. In Adiós Estado, bienvenido mercado (2004) he recounted what structural adjustment really did to Peruvian society.
But Óscar did not stop at critique, and this is for what he will be missed most. He spent two decades building alternatives. In La gran mutación: El capitalismo real del siglo XXI (2013) he analyzed the problem. In Más allá de Bretton Woods (2012) he brought together leading critical economists to propose the replacement of the exhausted financial institutions of 1944 with new ones. The volume is the result of a congress Óscar convened at the UNAM’s Institute for Economic Research in October 2008, with the worst financial crisis since 1929 already spreading like wildfire from one country to the next. Óscar gathered critical first rank economists and development specialists to explore alternatives, from José Antonio Ocampo, Jomo K.S. and Yoko Kitazawa to Pedro Páez, Alicia Puyana, Kunibert Raffer and Paul Dembinski. There I presented a proposal for building a new generation of development banks, and there too I met Óscar’s partner, Fidel Aroche, on the panel about the problem of privatizing global public goods.
The alternative, for Óscar, was a new regional financial architecture for South America, designed so that the region could stop depending on Washington, and resting on three mutually supporting pieces. First, a monetary union of the South, a flexible basket of the region’s currencies modelled on the one that came before the euro (the ECU), so that neighbors could trade and issue their bonds among themselves without passing through the dollar. Second, the Fund of the South, a regional stabilization fund, a common pool of reserves to draw on the moment a country would need them, so that none would ever again have to go to the IMF on its knees. And third, a new-generation development bank, the Bank of the South. With Alberto Acosta he also published a global proposal for an International Arbitration Tribunal on Sovereign Debt (2003), so that a country drowning in debt would be judged fairly instead of left at its creditors’ mercy. He gathered all these ideas in one of his last books, Elementos para la cooperación financiera regional (2021).
Of those three elements, it was the Bank of the South that bound me to Óscar. Beyond friendship, it was a project we both threw ourselves into with real passion. We advised the member countries, we held a workshop with the National Technical Commissions in Ecuador, we wrote about it together, and we did so convinced that we were looking at something that could change the very pattern of development. Latin America was lending its reserves to the North for next to nothing and then borrowing from the North at sky-high rates; the Bank of the South broke that circle and put the region’s savings to work within the region. The idea was not to create yet another multilateral bank, of the kind that lends with conditionalities based on the old neoliberal recipes, but a new one that would truly invest in what people need, from public services to agriculture, infrastructure and national industry, whilst also funding local initiatives, from rural dairy and food cooperatives to public transport, health and care. For the first time, a multilateral bank would be built on the principle of equitable and sustainable development, and governed on a “one country, one vote” basis, with no country lording it over the rest. Seven South American presidents signed its founding act in 2007; the Bank was constituted in 2009 and then slowly faded as we watched with sorrow. It faded because Brazil wanted to be the dominant power, “the North of the South,” we would joke, ruefully. Óscar never gave it up for dead; he treated it as an idea waiting for its moment. And, as always he was right: today we are once again talking about dedollarization, payments in local currencies, and regional development banks.
And there was another part of Óscar that mattered enormously to him. In 1982, in a Peru and an era when it cost you dearly, he was one of the founders of the Homosexual Movement of Lima, the first organization in the country to defend gay rights. And he fought, in person and out in the open, one of the longest and most public battles for marriage equality in Peru: for more than a decade he petitioned the Peruvian courts to recognize his marriage to the economist Fidel Aroche, celebrated in Mexico in 2010. The state refused him once, and again, and again. In May 2018 Óscar took the case to the Constitutional Court, Peru’s highest instance, but his claim was rejected by a majority, four votes to three; and Óscar, without throwing in the towel, announced that he would take it to the Inter-American Court of Human Rights. He waged that fight, knowing what it would cost, and he never abandoned it. He was the same person in both struggles, the economist and the man in love: someone who simply refused to accept that injustice could be passed off as the natural order.
But when I close my eyes and think of Óscar, I think of none of this. I think of the man, the friend. Óscar was a person of enormous vitality, full of humanity, who loved literature and art and conversation, who even wrote a novel, who had a contagious sense of humour and not an ounce of solemnity. He spoke as an equal to a minister and to a student alike, he spoke plainly, and above all he spoke to your heart. You came away from him better than you arrived, full of vitality and hope. That is why so many people loved him.
I still can’t believe Óscar is dead, and that is because he isn’t. Óscar lives on in so many things. He is the Latin American Economic Observatory he founded at the UNAM, and he is Latindadd, and he is every one of the young economists who learned from him to look the system straight in the eye. He is in his books, in the Bank of the South when it finally comes to be, in an equality law that Peru still owes him and that will one day arrive, and when it does, it will be his too. Óscar is in all of that, and in the hearts of the many who loved him and thank him for his vital friendship, his irreverent humour, and his luminous mind.
Isabel Ortiz
Former Director at the International Labour Organization (ILO) and UNICEF, former senior official of the UN and the Asian Development Bank.






