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Overview

The Story of Mexico's political rebirth, by two pulitzer prize-winning reporters

Opening Mexico is a narrative history of the citizens' movement which dismantled the kleptocratic one-party state that dominated Mexico in the twentieth century, and replaced it with a lively democracy. Told through the stories of Mexicans who helped make the transformation, the book gives new and gripping behind-the-scenes accounts of major episodes in Mexico's recent politics.

Mexico's Institutional Revolutionary Party, led by presidents who ruled like Mesoamerican monarchs, came to be called "the perfect dictatorship." But a 1968 massacre of student protesters by government snipers ignited the desire for democratic change in a generation of Mexicans. Opening Mexico recounts the democratic revolution that unfolded over the following three decades. It portrays clean-vote crusaders, labor organizers, human rights monitors, investigative journalists, Indian guerrillas, and dissident political leaders, such as President Ernesto Zedillo-Mexico's Gorbachev. It traces the rise of Vicente Fox, who toppled the authoritarian system in a peaceful election in July 2000.

Opening Mexcio dramatizes how Mexican politics works in smoke-filled rooms, and profiles many leaders of the country's elite. It is the best book to date about the modern history of the United States' southern neighbor-and is a tale rich in implications for the spread of democracy worldwide.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"The emergence of a vibrant democracy in Mexico is one of the underappreciated stories of our day. Opening Mexico details the political and democratic forces that moved our southern neighbor in this new direction, to the point where Mexico is now helping to set the standard for Latin American nations on the global policy stage. This book is an important analysis for anyone serious about policy-making and international relations in Mexico and the Americas." —Mack McLarty, former White House Chief of Staff and Special Envoy for the Americas

"Opening Mexico tells the fascinating inside story of how Mexico became a multi-party democracy after seven decades of single-party rule. Julia Preston and Samuel Dillon, two of America's finest investigative journalists, recount the events that transformed Mexican politics and strengthened democratic momentum at a crucial moment in the history of Latin America. Opening Mexico is indispensable reading for those seeking an understanding of contemporary Mexico and would be a valuable addition to the library of any student of how political power is used, abused or changed." —Madeleine Albright, former U.S. Secretary of State

"Julia and Sam have produced one of the most important books on Mexico since the publication of Alan Riding¿s Distant Neighbors nearly twenty years ago. It is a clear reminder to U.S. policy makers of why America needs to remain engaged with the destiny of its Southern neighbor, and a superb introduction to Mexico for all those who simply want to get to know, and understand, a fascinating country." —Jorge Castaneda, former Foreign Minister of Mexico

"This fascinating book is not the expedition of curious analysts into the archives and clippings of a country at change; it is the effort of two journalists to give their own version and cast lights on the shadows of a country full of secrets, untold stories and hidden compartments." —Adolfo Aguilar Zinser, writer Independent politician and former Ambassador of Mexico to the United Nations

"Opening Mexico takes us on a wonderfully humane and insightful journey, chock full of vividly portrayed villains and heroes, that brings to life Mexico's own troubled, triumphant journey toward a functioning democracy. Preston and Dillon introduce us to the worst and 0 best of humanity, locked in an historic struggle of entrenched privilege versus individual liberty. This book is a great read for all Americans who are curious about our awakening southern neighbor." —Richard Feinberg, Director, APEC Study Center, University of California, San Diego

"Americans who think of Mexico as principally an illegal immigration problem will have their eyes opened—and their minds changed—by this story of the heroic struggle Mexicans waged for more than three decades to finally bring democracy to their beautiful, but wounded land. Opening Mexico recounts the repression, violence, corruption, and inertia inherent in nearly a century of one-party rule. These roadblocks on the path to free elections were gradually overcome by students, intellectuals, journalists, opposition politicians, and even a few working quietly from within the ruling clique. Their crusade culminated with the election of opposition leader Vicente Fox in July 2000, opening a promising new century for Mexico." —Shirley Christian, Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for International Reporting, 1981

The New York Times
The story of how the perfect dictatorship came unglued is one of the most fascinating stories of our time, and the authors tell their story well. The voices of intellectuals, Indians, political dissidents, businessmen and ordinary Mexican citizens fill this densely researched and clearly written book. The fall of the PRI was a little bit like spring: here an early crocus pushed through the snow, there buds began to appear on bare branches and then the first robins reappeared. Ms. Preston and Mr. Dillon are magnificent guides to this rebirth of Mexican freedom and paint a compelling picture of the cascading and accelerating change. — Walter Russell Mead
The Washington Post
In the book's best segments, however, the authors do capture this dynamic, showing how the interplay between individual initiative and grand historic forces drove events. — Daniel Kurtz-Phelan
Publishers Weekly
Preston and Dillon, former Mexico bureau chiefs for the New York Times, combine personal experience and journalistic accounts in this thoughtful report on the trials of Mexico's turbulent first taste of democracy after decades of authoritarian rule. With grace and candor, the authors capture this transitional period, which has been characterized by a slow and tense crumbling of Mexico's main political party, the PRI (a victim of its own incompetence and hubris), and a rapid increase in civic fervor. This is a portrait of historical change of seismic proportion, told from individual perspectives, depicting an intriguing web of heroic Mexicans struggling to bring about cultural change while others tend toward corruption. As a result, this book is as bleak as it is insightful. Hopeful victories in this "imperfect democracy" are few and far between. The authors detail government negligence and deception during the devastating earthquake of 1985, cunning reporters and renowned intellectuals attempting to pierce the regime's stronghold on the media, and the ongoing low-intensity warfare against deeply divided indigenous communities in the southern state of Chiapas. Also featured here is the controversial investigation of Mexico's narcotics underworld that implicates two high-level PRI officials as "associates" of Mexico's most notorious drug trafficker, Carillo Fuentes. This type of coverage earned the authors strong criticism from the authorities in Mexico and a Pulitzer Prize-the latter well deserved. B&w photos. (Mar.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Foreign Affairs
As is so often true of U.S. perceptions of Latin America, the really big story of the past decade — the end of seven decades of rule by Mexico's aptly named Institutional Revolutionary Party (PRI) — passed virtually unnoticed. Preston and Dillon, star "New York Times" reporters and long-time Mexico-watchers, set out to remedy this deficiency, and they succeed brilliantly. The July 2000 election of Vicente Fox brought 71 years of dictatorial rule to a peaceful end, a singular democratic transition that this remarkable book describes in painteresque style. The brisk narrative, full of shrewd analysis and masterly old-fashioned reporting, takes the reader inside the black box of PRI politics, penetrating the circle of powerbrokers as few outside observers ever have to reveal the unspoken rules that kept the party in power and the entrails of the regime as it unraveled. It covers the bitter quarrels between President Carlos Salinas and his successor, Ernesto Zedillo, and the 1994 peso crisis, but Preston and Dillon do not attribute Mexico's democratic transition only to the actions of powerful politicians. There was no single charismatic leader such as Nelson Mandela, no defining dramatic moment such as the fall of the Berlin Wall, no victory by the left or the right, no profound economic transformation. Mexico's democratization was a gradual process, explained by the emergence of a diverse civil society, strong leadership on the left and the right, and the resolve of all parties to avoid fanaticism and violence — a remarkable achievement given Mexico's bloody political history.
Library Journal
New York Times reporters Preston and Dillon present an overview of the decline and fall of Mexico's Institutional Revolutionary Party (PRI) during the last three decades of the 20th century. Rising out of the 1910 Mexican Revolution, the PRI dominated all aspects of government, economics, and society. By the 1960s the party had grown corrupt, with members enriching themselves at the country's expense and using fraud and intimidation to retain power. At the end of the 1990s, President Ernesto Zedillo instituted major changes in Mexico's political and electoral systems, which led to the election of the National Action Party's Vicente Fox as president in 2000 and thus the removal of the PRI from power. Preston and Dillon tell the stories of the numerous reformers and activists who worked for 30 years to change Mexican politics. They also highlight the PRI's efforts to retain power, with a detailed study of the governments of the disgraced presidents Carlos Salina and Zedillo. Richly detailed and excellently written, this work complements such recent works as Patricia Huesca-Dorantes's The Emergence of Multiparty Competition in Mexican Politics. Recommended for all libraries. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 11/15/03.]-Stephen L. Hupp, West Virginia Univ., Parkersburg Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Superb from-the-barricades portrait of Mexico's second revolution, which is still unfolding. New York Times reporters Preston and Dillon offer a vivid account of matters that would have been common knowledge to American readers had newspapers or newsmagazines showed interest in our southern neighbor's affairs: the complex transformation of a one-party system, the longest-ruling in the world, into a pluralistic democracy. In fairness to American readers, Preston and Dillon observe, the momentous process, known to Mexicans as el cambio-the change-caught many Mexicans unaware, too: "Mexico's second revolution was accomplished so efficiently and peacefully that not many Mexicans, and even fewer outsiders, really grasped the historic dimensions of the event." Whatever the case, the Mexican electorate ended more than 70 years of one-party rule in July 2000, turning out the ruling Institutional Revolutionary Party (PRI) in favor of newcomer Vicente Fox's National Action Party (PAN). The change had many agents: labor activists, the disaffected urban poor, supporters of the Zapatista rebel movement, middle-class intellectuals, ordinary citizens shocked by corruption and the brutality of the police and military. It also had an unlikely ally in PRI president and party leader Ernesto Zedillo, who, like Mikhail Gorbachev (to whom he has been likened), bowed to the inevitable and accepted the will of the people-even if many party stalwarts, and their American hireling James Carville, did not. Though Fox, who won 43 percent of the vote in a three-way race, has been a disappointment-so Preston and Dillon conclude-the awakening has made all the difference: "It soon became obvious that [Fox's] victorywould not bring prosperity, equality, and justice overnight. . . . But nobody seriously questioned the essential vigor of the democracy Mexicans had constructed, and the country's peaceful transition remained a source of pride." As good a look at Mexico as has been written by outsiders since Alan Riding's Distant Neighbors (1984), and essential for students of Latin American affairs. Author tour. Agent: Esther Newberg/ICM
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780374529642
  • Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
  • Publication date: 3/15/2005
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 608
  • Sales rank: 1,429,287
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.35 (d)

Meet the Author

Julia Preston and Samuel Dillon were The New York Times Mexico bureau chiefs from 1995 to 2000. Along with two other reporters, they won a Pulitzer Prize in 1998 for their coverage of Mexico's narcotics underworld.

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Opening Mexico

1

The Day of the Change

No one in the Garza family got any decent sleep the night before México's presidential election on July 2, 2000.

In México City, Conchalupe Garza managed to doze off now and then, but her racing mind kept waking her up in the predawn darkness with anxious questions. "Why can't this country change?" she asked herself. "Why shouldn't it change? Why can't the change happen now, today? If it doesn't happen today, how will we ever work up the energy to try for it yet again?"

She had volunteered to be a poll watcher, and she lay in bed making plans for the task. She would wear sneakers and take extra clothes, she decided, because she would probably be up throughout the night dashing from one voting station to another, trying to prevent the party in power—the party that had been in power for all four decades of her life, and much longer—from fiddling with the ballot count and making off once again with the election.

In Monterrey, the business capital that sits amid gray deserts in northern México, Conchalupe's seventy-three-year-old mother and her sister Beatriz slept equally fitfully. A fervent Catholic, Beatriz rose at dawn and set up a candle "the size of a house," as she described it, on an improvised altar in the living room, beginning hours of prayer for the balloting to bring the peaceful and orderly—but definitive—downfall of the ruling regime.

Conchalupe and her family were members of an opposition group that had worked for generations to defeat the governing party known as the PRI—from the initials of its name in Spanish, Partido RevolucionarioInstitucional—and the monolithic authoritarian regime it controlled. They were motivated in part by religion: the PRI was the modern standard-bearer for a tradition, dating back more than a century, of antagonism between the secular Mexican state and the Roman Catholic Church. But the Garza family's cause went well beyond their faith. In the 1930s Conchalupe's grandfather had helped to form the Partido Acción Nacional, the National Action Party, known as the PAN, an acronym that means "bread" in Spanish. Its goal was to give Catholics a moderate voice to challenge the ruling system, and to unite them with free-market entrepreneurs who resented the PRI government's domination of the economy. In 1946 Antonio L. Rodríguez, her grandfather, had held one of the first four seats won by the opposition in the federal Congress, where every seat had been controlled by the ruling party since its founding in 1929. He had run at a time when the PRI's hegemony was so seamless and overarching that many Mexicans thought only madmen and masochists would stand against it in an election.

Now, half a century later, the fight that Conchalupe and her relatives were still waging was more than ever about freedom. A kinetic and garrulous middle-class woman with a head of busy curls, Conchalupe had devoted her adult life to sharpening the competition with the PRI for a share of government, in a crusade that was more for pluralism than for the conservative agenda of the PAN. Over the years, whenever there was an election, Conchalupe's staid family home in Monterrey would turn into a bustling forward base of operations for hundreds of volunteer PAN poll watchers.

"We learned how to make five thousand sandwiches in one day," she said proudly, giving a precise measure of her effort.

The PRI's monopoly extended down to the elections officials who presided over the voting stations in city precincts and farming villages throughout the country. Conchalupe knew from experience that one of the PRI's favorite tactics was to make all the lights in a polling place go out just when it was time to open the ballot boxes and count the paper ballots. While Conchalupe's poll watchers were flailing in darkness, a PRI official would swiftly remove fistfuls of cast ballots from the boxes and replace them with ballots all marked for the PRI. She learned to equip her volunteers with flashlights.

Once, during a race for the mayor of Monterrey, PRI toughs smashed the windows of a campaign car in which she was riding. A few years later, when Conchalupe herself ran for a seat in the congress of Nuevo Leon, the industrial powerhouse state of which Monterrey is the capital, she stumbled into a band of PRI ward heelers when she was stumping in an open-air market. The place was a rich vein of cash for the PRI, which extorted payoffs from merchants in return for the best stalls and the brawniest protection, and the ruling party was not about to give it up to the opposition. The woman who served as the PRI boss in the market came up behind Conchalupe and yanked on her ponytail hard enough to make her cry. "Bourgeois bitch!" the PRI woman shouted. "Daughter of your whore mother! Get out of here!" Her muscle men shoved Conchalupe into the street as mute shoppers looked on.

At the height of its powers, el sistema, as Mexicans called it, was remarkably effective at seducing, dividing, discrediting, intimidating, or simply annihilating any serious opposition. In 1976 the PRI candidate, José López Portillo, ran for President unopposed and won 91.9 percent of the votes cast. So close was the union between state and party that the PRI appropriated the red, white, and green of the Mexican flag for its logo, splashing the colors across adobe walls in every village in México while barring other parties from using them. Mexicans called the PRI the partido oficial, the official party, suggesting that other parties lacked fundamental legitimacy.

Seven decades of rule by the PRI system had given México the undeniable benefit of stability. Other major nations in Latin America had descended at some point into civil war or military dictatorship. The PRI regime, born in the aftermath of the chaotic Mexican Revolution that began in 1910, had provided continuity, steering México through major leaps in economic development and fostering a sizable middle class and a sophisticated business elite.

The cost, however, was high. Firmly controlled at the top, Mexican society was permeated with violence at the bottom. In rural states like Guerrero and Oaxaca, the regime suppressed guerrilla rebellions time and again. Across the country, local rule was arbitrary, with few means of popular representation or justice, so that minor village disputes too often could not be resolved peacefully and spiraled into bloody shoot-outs.

Despite its revolutionary name, the PRI system was often harshly indifferent to the poor. Driven increasingly by corruption and patronage, the PRI became a huge, upward-drawing funnel for the public's money. And since the 1980s PRI governments had subjected the Mexican people to a cycle of humiliating economic crises, in which booms fueled by ambitious Presidents would collapse at the end of their six-year terms, leaving the departing leader rich and the taxpayers in ruins.

As a result, over the years the PAN and other opposition groups had made significant gains. In 1997 a veteran PAN politician, Fernando Canales, won the governor's office in Nuevo León. By 2000 the opposition had taken control of eleven of thirty-two statehouses and had gained a majority in the lower house of the Congress. But Conchalupe and her party had never come close to winning la grande, the big one, the presidential election—or to being allowed to think that the PRI would ever permit them to claim the victory if they did.

 

 

On the morning of July 2, however, Conchalupe had a feeling, alternately gnawing and exhilarating, that this election could be different. Vicente Fox Quesada, a vegetable farmer, boot manufacturer, and former Coca-Cola executive who was then the popular PAN governor of Guanajuato state in central México, had torn up the traditional political calendar by launching a presidential bid in 1997, three years before the vote and only halfway through the term of the sitting PRI President, Ernesto Zedillo. Fox, a towering figure (over six feet six in the cowboy boots that were his staple footgear) with indefatigable personal drive, had taken the PAN by storm, forcing the careful conservative party to make him its presidential candidate by virtue of the sheer momentum of his unlikely campaign.

Fox's vision of lean, clean government was in tune with new political aspirations among the voters, especially a generation of young urban middle-class Mexicans who shopped at Wal-Mart, drove their own cars (although they sweated to pay down the auto loans), and were on-line. These young people liked his proposals to dismantle the PRI kleptocracy and reorient the economy to create better jobs for working people and less wealth for the wealthy. They liked the apparently honest record of his tenure in Guanajuato. Voters also liked the way he dropped the saltyvernacular of the streets into his speeches, in contrast to the PRI's prefabricated rhetoric, and they liked his macho bravado, which reminded them of a traditional Mexican strongman, or caudillo.

But mainly the voters seemed attracted to the one thing that Fox could absolutely guarantee them he would bring if elected: el cambio, a change from the PRI, which by that time had been in power for seventy-one years, making it by far the longest-ruling regime in the world. "¡Hoy! ¡Hoy! ¡Hoy!" his followers chanted at his campaign rallies, to say that "Today! Today! Today!" was when they wanted Fox to oust the PRI.

Like the Garza family and many others among his supporters, Fox had known what it was like to be on the outside. When a young man, he never intended to go into politics. He worked for Coca-Cola de México for fifteen years, starting out supervising delivery routes and ending up as chief executive. In 1979 he left México City and moved his family back to Guanajuato to help his brothers manage the big family vegetable farm at a time when the PRI's economic management had put the Mexican peso on a dizzying downward ride. In 1988, fed up with the struggle to turn a profit under the thrall of an inept state, Fox ran for a seat in the Federal Chamber of Deputies.

As soon as he announced his candidacy, government health inspectors came around and shut down the family vegetable-packing plant, on the grounds that the employees lacked photographs on their identification cards. Then the federal social security agency audited Fox's books. Then farmworkers invaded his ranch, encouraged by the PRI to launch an ad hoc local land reform, starting, curiously enough, right there on Fox's farm.

Fox gutted out the harassment and won his congressional race, jump-starting the political career that was culminating on July 2.

This time the PRI candidate Fox had to beat was Francisco Labastida Ochoa, a handsome white-haired politician with a rakishly tilted smile who had accomplished the near impossible: he had made a thirty-seven-year career in PRI government without being seriously tainted by charges of corruption. (Zedillo could not run again because Mexican Presidents are limited by the Constitution to one six-year term.) Unlike most PRI overlords, Labastida was an unpretentious man who disliked chauffeurs, bodyguards, and other trappings of PRI power. He insisted, to the despair of his security contingent, on doing his own driving on thecampaign trail. He had a warm way with voters and did well in the suffocating crushes that inevitably formed around him at rallies, when hard-core PRI supporters, who regarded their presidential candidate as a dauphin, would push forward to touch his arm. Labastida seemed genuinely to want to be a PRI President who would do more than his predecessors for México's downtrodden.

His problem was that he didn't stand out enough from the old-time PRI. He favored the finely groomed look and leather windbreakers typical of PRI politicians of his generation (leading the many northern México cowboy homophobes in the Fox camp to call him La Vestida, slang for transvestite). In three decades in government he had never rocked the PRI boat even slightly, and his campaign promised changes so innocuous as to be almost imperceptible.

There was a third important candidate, Cuauhtémoc Cardenas of the leftist Party of the Democratic Revolution (Partido de la Revolución Democrática), or PRD, who was making his third presidential bid. Cárdenas, whose natural facial expression was a forbidding glower, was a kind of anti-candidate who persisted, against the advice of exasperated campaign managers, on ignoring the demands of the news media, especially television, and making dourness his distinctive campaign style.

This approach actually served him well the first time he ran, in 1988. As the son of the late President Lázaro Cárdenas, who is beloved by Mexicans for giving land to the peasants and nationalizing the oil industry, Cuauhtémoc had a reserve of moral authority in 1987, when he broke with the PRI, which his father had helped found. In his first campaign he emerged as a plain dealer, the antithesis of the slick polticos of the PRI. He inspired a popular upswell with his criticism of the PRI's economic policies and his calls for more democracy in the party and the country. Many Mexicans, including Cuauhtémoc himself, believed that Carlos Salinas de Gortari, the PRI candidate, had prevailed against Cárdenas in the 1988 election only by fraud.

But in 1994, and again in 2000, the voters were much less moved by Cárdenas's gravitas and his dated leftist ideas. During the 2000 campaign the polls showed that he never attracted the support of more than about 17 percent of the voters.

However, on the eve of July 2 the polls were not giving much comfortto Fox's followers either. Although the surveys—by Mexican firms as well as respected international pollsters like Harris, Stanley Greenberg, and Zogby—indicated that Labastida had steadily declined throughout the campaign, most polls showed that he remained slightly ahead of Fox as the race ended, although the contest was close enough to be a technical tie. With Election Day looming, Mexican voters seemed to hesitate to embrace change.

"I prefer the devil I do know to the one I don't," said Cristina Luna Flores, a forty-two-year-old working-class housewife who attended Labastida's lavish final rally in the central plaza, or Zócalo, of México City, voicing the peculiar resignation that substituted for enthusiasm in longtime PRI voters.

The Fox campaign had several internal polls that showed its candidate pulling ahead of Labastida. But only Fox himself, with his unsinkable self-assurance, believed them entirely.

There were other reasons for Conchalupe Garza and her cohorts to be nervous. As the poll margins tightened, the PRI had launched a full-court vote-buying drive in rural states. The PRI governor of the state of Yucatan, Victor Cervera Pacheco, established a new standard for the price of a vote. Instead of doling out box lunches and promises of government assistance, the common tender of the past, Governor Cervera gave away washing machines. He paid for them unabashedly from the public treasury and handed them out by the thousands in dozens of towns. For effect, in the Yucatecan town of Uman, PRI workers formed a battlement of 1,003 white washing machines (the round kind with the two-roller manual dryers on the top) around the central square and donated them with pomp and fanfare to local housewives, to stop any softening in their loyalty.

Deployments of PRI elections operatives across the country convinced both Fox and Cardenas that the ruling party was preparing to fix or undermine the vote on Election Day if necessary. Even though the two opposition candidates were insulting each other with brio from the hustings, they formed a common front a few weeks before Election Day to combat chicanery by the PRI.

In the final days before July 2, Labastida remained confident. The elections laws prohibited public campaigning after Wednesday, June 28. On Friday afternoon Labastida gave an interview to The New York Times at a campaign retreat in a stylish neighborhood on the edge of Chapultepec Park in México City. The interview was granted with the understanding that if he won, his comments would be published as part of a victor's profile on the day after the election.

If Labastida had some inkling that day that he might not be the victor, he did not betray it. In the morning he had written a first draft of his victory speech, promising to lead a government of unity and reconciliation. His offices already had an executive air. There was no longer any sign of campaign frenzy: no overflowing ashtrays, no posters hanging crooked on smudged walls. The sound system was humming classical music, suitable for a statesman.

Looking fit and dapper, Labastida launched into his plans for his new administration. His main theme, surprisingly, was frustration with his own party. He announced that he did not intend to govern with the PRI alone, but would seek to cement an alliance with one or more of the opposition parties to create a "co-government," as he called it. He intimated that he did not intend to draw his cabinet exclusively from thePRI and said that immediately after the election he would start to push the party to "rethink itself, redesign itself, and finish transforming itself" to be more democratic in its internal affairs and more in touch with everyday people. The only hint that he had sensed something amiss in the campaign was his prediction that he would have to work hard to "reconquer" young and middle-class Mexicans.

At the end of the interview Labastida rattled off his plans for election night. If the pollsters' quick counts showed that his margin was wide—say, four or five points—he would declare his victory right after the Federal Electoral Institute gave the first official results at 11 p.m. If the race was close, however, he saw no need to rush things. He would hold off his declaration until elections officials had completed their first full count in the dawn hours of Monday.

So, while Conchalupe Garza was fretting in the hours before the vote, Francisco Labastida and his wife, María Teresa, hosted a placid photo opportunity in a parlor at their home, inviting photographers to snap pictures of them as they decided which hero of Mexican independence Labastida would compare himself to in speeches that day, calmly awaiting their coronation.

 

 

Vicente Fox, meanwhile, did not get off to such a genteel start. He spent the night at his family ranch in the town of San Cristóbal in Guanajuato, a state famous for exporting leather shoes and immigrant farmworkers to the United States. After working up a sweat on his treadmill, Fox stepped into the shower at 6:30 on a chill country morning and discovered there was no hot water: the pump had burned out. He would not be able to clean up until he reached PAN headquarters in México City hours later.

He wasn't fazed. By a coincidence of the calendar, July 2, the date México decided to hold the presidential election in which Fox would run, was his birthday; he was turning fifty-eight. As soon as he was dressed, his four children, ranging from Rodrigo, age twelve, to Ana Cristina, who was twenty, gathered around him to sing "Las Mañanitas," México's lilting birthday song. Soon a band of Maríachi musicians in their silver-buttoned bolero jackets showed up at the front gate to the ranch, and townspeople joined in the birthday chorus.

For breakfast Fox ate tacos stuffed with nopal cactus leaves. He pulledon a pair of azure cowboy boots, specially made in the PAN's party colors. Before leaving the house, he bowed his head to receive a blessing from his eighty-three-year-old mother, Mercedes Quesada, a devout Catholic. Visitors to the ranch noted Doña Mercedes's firm command over the Fox household; at family dinners she sat at the head of the table, not her son Vicente, even when he was a presidential candidate.

As Fox left his ranch that morning, he thought of the election as a final exam. It would be hard, he anticipated, but he felt he had done his homework.

 

 

At 8 a.m. the polls opened peacefully and on time in almost all of the 113,000 polling places around the country.

In México City the nine-member citizens council that governed the Federal Electoral Institute was called into session at the same hour by its president, José Woldenberg. The council's order of business for the day was nothing more or less than to hold the elections, in which México was renewing its entire national leadership. The PRI regime centered on an omnipotent President, bolstered by a single national party, which directly controlled the country's main labor, farmworkers, and business federations. Only in the late 1990s had the President's power begun to be checked by the elected representatives in the bicameral Congress. On July 2, Mexicans would choose their President and fill all the seats in both houses of Congress, as well as pick three state governors.

A representative from the PRI (the council included nonvoting representatives from every political party) spoke with assurance of the "pristine" election he was expecting. For their part, the delegates from several opposition parties accused the PRI and the institute of a slew of irregularities. They were especially distressed by the discovery, on the eve of the vote, of a PRI warehouse in the city of Durango packed with fifteen thousand bags of rice, which they took to be currency that the ruling party intended to use for last-minute vote shopping.

Woldenberg listened to the complaints, but they didn't disturb him. He was confident that the council he chaired, and the institute it governed, had organized the vote well. The institute had spent $1.2 billion preparing the election, vastly more than ever before. The agency, oncecontrolled by the government, was now fully supervised by independent citizens like him. In a huge effort it had recruited and trained neutral officials to oversee every polling station in the country and mobilized the opposition parties to place their own poll watchers in the vast majority of them.

As the voting progressed, at around 10:30 in the morning Conchalupe Garza received an urgent call on her mobile phone from a friend reporting trouble. He was at a special polling place in México City set up for registered voters who were not in their hometowns on Election Day. To protect against fraud, these special stations were assigned only a limited number of ballots, 750 each. Conchalupe's friend said that his polling place had filled up with dozens of uniformed policemen who had shoved their way to the front of the line, barking that they were in a rush to return to their duty posts. Other voters were pushed to the back, where they might not get to vote before the ballots ran out. They were jeering and whistling at the police, convinced that the guardians of the public order were there to carry out a PRI plot.

But Conchalupe had a different hunch. She counseled her friend to stay cool and leave the policemen alone, recalling an encounter she had had with police in the México City airport. A manic campaigner, she would buy a newspaper whenever she passed through the airport, just so she could talk Fox up to the newsstand cashier. She would go down the concourse flashing the two-fingered Y (for ¡ya!, meaning "enough!") that Fox had made his campaign logo, and harangue the coffee-shop waitresses and the cleaning woman mopping the ladies' room. One day five airport policemen came toward her, as if to throw her out.

Instead, checking this way and that for their superiors, the officers had lowered their voices to ask if she had any Fox bumper stickers.

"I may weep tonight that I told you this," she said to her friend on the phone. "But I bet those cops who cut in line are with Fox. I bet they'll vote for change."

In general, the voting was almost too orderly. There was no sense of any upheaval under way. Shortly after noon Labastida, in his candidate's office at the spacious modern complex housing PRI headquarters on Avenida de los Insurgentes, received the results of his own party's first exit polls, based on interviews with Mexicans as they left the voting booths. The surveys showed that he was ahead, although by only one point. An hour later Labastida got a call from Los Pinos, the President's office and residence—the Mexican White House—across the city center in a pine-shaded corner of Chapultepec Park. The caller was Liébano Sáenz, President Zedillo's chief of staff, and Labastida gave him the good news. It was a routine: the PRI candidate reassuring the PRI President that the party was going to retain power once again.

But out in the polling places something unfamiliar was happening. A number of news reporters headed out to Ecatepec, a suburb on the northern edge of the rolling sea of settlement that is the México City metropolis. With more than one million voters, Ecatepec is one of the biggest municipalities in all of México. On street after pitted street, México's new proletariat, mainly first-generation refugees from failed farms and hungry-dog rural villages, lived in cinder-block houses, crammed in among tortilla stores and tire-repair shops, often lacking water and electricity. Having built their neighborhoods by milking PRI patronage networks for plots of land, construction materials, and other necessities,these workers had always voted solidly for the ruling party. Even as other México City barrios had turned in recent years to Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas's PRD, Ecatepec remained unfriendly to the opposition.

Now the reporters couldn't seem to find any PRI voters there. People coming out of Ecatepec polling stations either begged to remain silent or announced point-blank that they had gone for el cambio. Many didn't mention Fox at all, but spoke only of el cambio, as if change itself were their candidate in the race. Even those Ecatepec residents who admitted to voting for the PRI seemed uninspired. When José Luis Caballero, a thirty-nine-year-old city employee, emerged from a polling station with his wife, Gabriela, he confessed his PRI vote to a reporter. His wife turned on him, vexed. "This country needs a change!" she said.

Caballero thought about it for a minute—and immediately repented his vote. Since he was a government employee, he said, he had done it out of habit. "This country needs many changes," he agreed.

So it was that by one o'clock in the afternoon, when enough votes had been cast to determine the outcome of the election, a revolution had taken place, very quietly and calmly, in México.

 

 

One of the first Mexicans to learn of it was Vicente Fox himself. In the late morning he had flown to México City and gone to the new headquarters of the PAN, in a residential neighborhood on the southern side of the city center. As befit a party that had grown used to the idea that it would never take power, its building wasn't finished. The windows weren't installed, the plumbing wasn't working in whole sections of the square modern structure, and the grounds were a dirt lot surrounded by a hurricane fence.

Fox found an inner room where the lights worked. Sometime after noon the PAN's pollsters arrived. They were grinning. Their exit polls showed that Fox had a clean five-point lead, and the margin seemed to be widening.

A little while later Martha Sahagún came into the room and handed Fox one of her "information notes." Martha was Fox's spokeswoman and had been his most constant companion during the campaign. Her mobile phone had been the real-time link between Fox and the press, andthrough the press to the Mexican people. The word in the campaign was that the candidate and his spokeswoman were romantically involved.

Martha's note said that Los Pinos, the President's office, had informed her that their own exit-poll results confirmed Fox's lead. Sáenz, the chief of staff, had been cagey over the phone about the exact numbers, apparently fearing that Martha would leak them immediately to the press. But the key, she wrote, was not in Sáenz's numbers but in his words. He told Martha that Zedillo's analysts had concluded that the trend of the voting was "irreversible."

That was his word. "Irreversible."

After she saw that Fox had read the note, Martha Sahagún, suspected by all who dealt with her on the campaign trail to be made of titanium, began to cry.

Fox himself was relieved but not overwhelmed, as if there had never been any doubt about the outcome. He began reminiscing with Martha and his staff about the day a year earlier when he had publicly accepted the PAN's presidential nomination, at the official kickoff of what had seemed an utterly quixotic campaign. The rally, hastily convened on a cramped street in the shadow of the México City bullring, had drawn only a few thousand people and been so badly organized that the press had made fun of it.

Just then someone burst in to say that there were hundreds of PAN supporters in the street outside the headquarters who wanted to wish their candidate happy birthday. Fox, contemplating the still-secret vote results, saw an opportunity to exercise his knack for political theater. Stepping out onto a balcony, he greeted the crowd, making no mention of the poll figures. But instead of flashing his two-fingered Y, he held up all five fingers on his right hand, representing his five-point lead at that hour. Many people in the crowd noticed the change of signal, but they would not realize until hours later what it meant.

At 3 p.m. sharp, Woldenberg, the elections council president, went on national television with his first report on the balloting, saying there had been only minor mishaps so far. At Los Pinos, Zedillo's advisers, studying new exit polls, concluded that Fox's lead was widening. Sáenz passed the information along to the President, who was at his residence within the compound, a stone building in a 1950s monumental style thatlooked more like a central bank than a home. There, Zedillo was following the events intently but not anxiously. Throughout the campaign he had kept a certain distance from Labastida, in a rebuff that had confused and finally offended his party.

The President's detachment stemmed in part from his personal distaste for political glitz and campaigning. A Yale-trained economist, Zedillo enjoyed balancing the budget more than he liked the flesh pressing and deal making of PRI politics. In addition, he did not want to repeat the performance of his predecessor, Carlos Salinas de Gortari. Focused on preserving the glory of his own presidency, Salinas had meddled in Zedillo's campaign and had made some end-of-term economic decisions that Zedillo blamed for turning the first year of his tenure into a nightmare of devaluation and recession.

Six years earlier Zedillo had become the PRI's presidential candidate by a terrible accident. On March 23, 1994, the original candidate, Luis Donaldo Colosio, was assassinated, shot in the head by a gunman who lunged from the crowd at a rally in Tijuana. Rumors swirled that he had been murdered by rivals in the PRI, possibly encouraged by President Salinas himself. Salinas, who had chosen Colosio, cast about for a new candidate and soon discovered that Zedillo was the only member of his cabinet who was both capable and eligible under México's complex laws. So Salinas made Zedillo the candidate.

Although Zedillo had won a credible victory, he remained uneasy about the advantages that the PRI system had afforded his campaign, especially through its control of the media. The events of 1994 convinced him that the regime's methods for the orderly transfer of power were failing. He began to think that the moment had come for México to take a long step toward the genuine democracy that the country had been seeking since its first proclamation of independence in 1810.

Many critics had derided Zedillo as politically maladroit, but they underestimated him. He had moved slowly and deliberately over the course of his term to reach, at the end, a practically unassailable position.

A sweeping set of electoral reforms he had driven through the Congress in 1996 had consolidated the independent elections agency and provided generous public financing for all the parties' campaigns, creatingconditions for the opposition to compete on a more level field with the PRI. He had further jolted his party in the year before the election by declining to exercise the ultimate power of PRI Presidents: the dedazo, or finger tap, the ritual by which the PRI incumbent (and not the Mexican electorate) chose his successor. Instead, Zedillo made the PRI select its presidential candidate in its first-ever primary election. In a race more hard-fought than anyone expected, Labastida beat out three other candidates in his party. Even though Zedillo never revealed his preference, the party faithful had flocked to Labastida because they believed he was the President's choice.

During the presidential campaign Zedillo had done little to defend Labastida against Fox and Cárdenas. But whenever anyone questioned the fairness of the elections apparatus that he had helped to set up, Zedillo got fighting mad. He had even had a sharp exchange with former President Jimmy Carter, who brought a small observer delegation to México for the elections, when Carter had published a pre-vote report pointing out some problems. Zedillo was convinced that if the elections system worked properly and the results were broadly accepted as clean and fair, he would have made a significant contribution to México's political development.

It was not lost on him, as well, that if the election went smoothly, his reformist legacy would be secured regardless of the outcome: if the PRI won, Zedillo would be remembered as the President who gave México its most open elections and reelected his party. If the PRI lost, he would be the father of Mexican democracy.

So, as the afternoon wore on, the conversations between Zedillo and his aides remained brief and businesslike. Only at one point did Liébano Sáenz, a PRI veteran, pause from his phone calling, sit back in his chair, and take a long breath. "We lost!" he said, stunned, in the one moment of recognition he allowed himself.

Around four o'clock Sáenz took a walk down the cobbled pathway and through the trees between his offices and the President's residence, carrying a memo prepared for Zedillo by his official pollster. It was nothing more than a statistical readout, but it showed clearly that Fox was going to win decisively. Sáenz decided that he should hand it to the President personally.

With that began the second tectonic shift in Mexican politics that night, the fissure that opened between the PRI President and the ruling party, as the system swayed and finally came down.

For Zedillo, to be sure, his party's defeat was strange, untraveled territory. But he had long realized that a real opening of the political system might result in the PRI's downfall, so he had had plenty of time to prepare. No one who accompanied or spoke with Zedillo on July 2 ever saw him hesitate to recognize Fox's victory.

But Zedillo and his men were seriously worried about how the PRI would react. The damage-control scenarios that the President's staff had considered before the election were all tied to a narrow victory by either Fox or Labastida. They hadn't imagined the possibility of a Fox victory so broad that the PRI would be humiliated. Studying the poll results at mid-afternoon, they concluded that it was crucial for México's national security for Labastida to concede as early and gracefully as possible. They saw that an early resolution would benefit Zedillo as well. If the vote count went smoothly, and if Labastida conceded and Fox was a gracious winner, then Zedillo would be able, at the end, to make the speech that would welcome México at last to the realm of modern democracy. It could be the speech that would define his presidency.

So, at 4 p.m., Liébano Sáenz, an affable PRI insider with the touch for negotiation that Zedillo lacked, launched a campaign of telephone diplomacy between Fox and the PRI aimed at achieving the finale that Los Pinos desired. Sáenz's first call was to Labastida, and it did not go well.

"You should be getting ready to make your announcement," Sáenz said. "If you come out now, you will gain the respect of the Mexican people and save the PRI a lot of trouble. Our polls are showing results that are irreversible."

"I have different information," Labastida responded curtly. "I'm going to wait. I am going to respect the orthodoxy of my party."

"Francisco, orthodoxy is for the winner," Sáenz said. "We lost." Already he was using the phrase with more familiarity.

As the afternoon hours passed, phone calls from Los Pinos to PRI headquarters grew more frequent as Zedillo and his advisers observed deepening disarray in the party. The PRI's decision makers were not evenin the same room together. Labastida and three or four of his most trusted aides were sequestered in an office on the third floor of the headquarters complex. Other party chieftains were on the second floor, hunkered down around the long committee table in the campaign war room next to the office of the party president. Labastida did not come down from his lair to meet with them until after 6 p.m. He didn't even sit down, but started right in by telling them that the trend was "unfavorable."

The PRI leaders went silent with stupefaction, then murmured in disbelief. "It can't be." "It isn't possible."

Labastida broached the idea that he should prepare a concession statement. That roused the party leaders, who insisted angrily that he wait for more results. Although they had never tired of citing poll results during the campaign when Labastida was ahead, now they scorned the pollsters, arguing that the PRI's most loyal following had always been the "green vote" from rural areas, the last ballots to be tallied. At the end of the day, they told their candidate fiercely, the green vote would pull it out for the PRI. They expected the candidate to issue a call to arms, not an admission of defeat.

Labastida, shying away from confrontation with the party machine, withdrew to his office. Quietly, he summoned a speechwriter and began to compose his concession.

At about 6:15 p.m. Labastida talked by telephone with Zedillo. "I'm going to let the whole process run its course, and then decide how to proceed," Labastida said. In a second call with the President, just before eight o'clock, Labastida acknowledged that he was going to lose but still gave no timetable for action. Zedillo's tone was cool. Yet he signed off saying, "Te mando un abrazo, I send you an embrace," in the way that Mexicans have of injecting expressions of affection into the most strained and impersonal situations.

But the lack of resolve that Labastida had conveyed to Zedillo added to growing alarm at Los Pinos, where officials had been watching other signals emanating from PRI headquarters. Labastida abruptly canceled a press conference with the crowd of reporters who were waiting at PRI headquarters and refused all phone calls from the press. He called Sáenz to say that the PRI party president, Dulce María Sauri, would make abrief statement just after 8 p.m. to acknowledge the party's defeat. The hour came and went, and Sauri never spoke.

The last polling places in the country closed when it was eight o'clock in México City. (The official closing time was 6 p.m., but there is a two-hour time difference between the capital and Baja California.) Immediately both major national television networks, Televisa and TV Azteca, announced results of independent polls they had commissioned. Vicente Fox had won the election by as much as eight points, both networks reported. In a flash the news was out. Some celebrations erupted.

But many Mexicans held back, waiting to see if the PRI would allow Fox to claim his victory.

 

 

Over at PAN headquarters everyone except Fox was struggling to assimilate the events. Fox's supporters were elated, but out of long experience they also remained on guard, bracing for news that the PRI was moving to challenge the election outcome. Conchalupe Garza thought of calling her mother in Monterrey to share the news. But she decided to wait. She thought it would literally break her mother's heart if Fox won and the PRI stole the triumph once again.

At 7:45 President Zedillo put through a call to Fox. He acknowledged Fox's lead but urged him not to act until after 11 p.m., when José Woldenberg would announce the official results from the Federal Electoral Institute. Right after Woldenberg had spoken, Zedillo also told Fox, he intended to address the nation.

Shortly after 8:30 Zedillo called again. Fox stepped into an empty room to find some quiet. The conversation lasted almost ten minutes, with both men addressing each other with the familiar . Zedillo said he had seen the first official returns from the Federal Electoral Institute. They gave Fox an incontrovertible eight-point margin.

"I congratulate you, Vicente," the President said, straightforward. Fox thanked him cordially, but for the rest of the conversation he struggled to contain his emotions. He barely managed to make a promise to the President that he would not declare victory until after Woldenberg had spoken.

Throughout the afternoon Fox had been all business. But when heemerged into the hallway jammed with his followers, the look on his face produced a hush. "We won," he said simply, and his eyes filled with tears.

He went straight to give a press conference in the headquarters auditorium, which was packed with reporters and sweltering hot. Keeping his pledge to Zedillo, Fox said only that the balloting had been "spotless" and that he was beginning "to feel a sense of great responsibility." He took no questions, but his obvious high spirits left the press satisfied anyway.

However, Fox's sublime moment of glory was to be brief. His two daughters, Ana Cristina and Paulina, had insisted on bringing their mother with them from Guanajuato to the PAN headquarters that day. Fox's marital history was unusual: having been divorced in 1992 from his wife, Lilián de la Concha, after she left him for an affair with another man, Fox had taken custody of all four of the couple's children, all of them adopted. He had been a conscientious single father, but his daughters had never given up hope of brokering a rapprochement between their parents. Although Lilián had not participated in the campaign, the girls, with a bit of encouragement from their mother, decided that the night of Fox's victory was the perfect time to try for reconciliation.

Lilián's ardent congratulatory kiss for Fox was too much for Martha Sahagún, the loyal spokeswoman. A catfight erupted, with the two women yelling. Purses were swung. A few minutes later, when one of Fox's closest advisers approached him to exult and discuss tactical details, Fox barked at him and sent him away. For the rest of the evening Lilián sat as near as she could to the President-elect, smiling winsomely, while Martha Sahagún paced like a lioness.

 

 

Labastida, meanwhile, was sealed in the somber quiet of his office, trying to come to grips with his situation. He was the PRI's only losing presidential candidate. The PRI had known defeat in state elections, but the party had never during the lifetime of any of its leaders lost a presidential election.

"Not only the party but also me—I was a man who had never known defeat in his whole life," Labastida said later, recalling the moment. "I never broke down," he insisted. "I've had a lot of tempering. I never broke down."

But he could not move to concede. Ignoring the pressure from Los Pinos, he decided he would speak after Woldenberg. He would leave it to the newly independent elections authorities to tell the Mexican people who had won—and who had lost.

At about 9 p.m. the men at Los Pinos convened an emergency meeting. Fresh reports from PRI headquarters indicated that the mood in the party was turning sour. They felt that events were running off track.

"In the context of Mexican politics, the uncertainty at that hour was a matter of the highest national security," recalled Federico Berrueto, one of Sáenz's deputies. "We believed that if a war of words broke out, if Fox or the PAN felt that their victory was threatened, things could spin out of control in a matter of minutes. We could have a state of political decomposition that was ..."—he paused to find the precise word—"unmanageable."

Zedillo's advisers did not know what plans the PRI might have made to respond if Labastida fell behind in the count. They feared that the PRI could signal operatives across the country to disrupt the polling stations or start a campaign of resistance to the results. PAN supporters might rise up to defend their success, and there could be riots, even shooting.

Sáenz called Labastida again. "Listen, Cardenas is about to concede," he said.

"I know that," Labastida replied, irritated. "I heard the same thing."

"He is going to beat you to it," Sáenz said.

"I don't know if he will beat me to it or not," Labastida said, offended. "This part of it is not a race." Labastida said he wanted to consult with PRI governors around the nation to see what they thought he should do. The idea that México's stability was hanging on a straw poll of PRI governors, the field commanders of the regime, alarmed Sáenz even more. He rejected the plan.

"I'm going to come out after the elections authorities speak," Labastida insisted.

"The President is going to come out after the elections authorities speak," Sáenz fired back.

"We have to respect the country's institutions," Labastida said bluntly, terminating the conversation.

About five thousand PRI stalwarts were milling around in the broad open courtyard in the middle of the PRI headquarters complex. The plaza had been the scene over the years of dozens of triumphant rallies,self-satisfied displays of esprit de corps, where everyone knew each other and everyone had a red, white, and green banner to wave and a timely PRI slogan to shout. Now the PRI faithful were gathered once again, banners and slogans at the ready. Several giant television screens were set up around the plaza, and every time a news show announced another poll with Fox winning, the crowd hooted and jeered.

"We won't quit! They can't do that to us!" they shouted. They were waiting for instructions, getting ready to change from cheerleaders to militants—even street fighters if necessary.

 

 

At 10:20 Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas conceded. Early results indicated that he had won only 17 percent of the vote. In a nationally televised press conference at his headquarters, Cardenas gave Fox a sour welcome, declining to congratulate him and making no mention of the significance for Mexican democracy of the fall of the PRI. Instead, he pledged the PRD to be "the firmest opposition" to an odd series of abstract evils he said that Fox represented: "anti-nationalism, obscurantism, opportunism, and improvisation."

"We are in a long struggle. What are a few days more?" he asked, referring to the six years of Fox's term. He closed with a phrase evoking Fidel Castro, which all the events seemed to belie.

"We are moving in the direction of history," he said. Asked afterward by reporters why he had not congratulated Fox, Cardenas said, "Because what is happening is a disaster for this country."

With his first brave, iconoclastic run for President in 1988, Cárdenas had done more than any other Mexican to force the PRI system to open to political diversity. As a result of that race, he was an undisputed champion of the democratic movement. But at the end of his third try at the presidency, Cárdenas seemed to diminish himself, showing that he would only be satisfied to see Mexicans gain greater political freedom if it would bring him and his ideas to power.

As soon as Cardenas finished, Sáenz called Labastida one last time.

"Listen, Cuauhtémoc has already come out," Sáenz said, implying that it was now Labastida's turn.

"I saw him," Labastida said frostily. "I'm not changing my decision." Both men hung up, furious.

At 10:30 Sáenz reported to Zedillo that Labastida was still delaying and there could be unrest at the PRI. The President was in his office working on the text of his address, and when he heard his aide's assessment, he started over on a second draft, striking out all references to a concession by Labastida.

Sáenz gave orders to clear national airtime for the President's broadcast shortly after 11 p.m. Leaving nothing to chance, Zedillo and his advisers decided that he would pretape the address rather than deliver it live. The cameras started to roll, but Zedillo's aides halted them. The President looked too ruddy, they thought, and not sufficiently anguished about his party's defeat. The camera crew patted some Pan-Cake onto Zedillo's face, giving him just a touch of pallor.

Once the taping was done, there was no changing plans. Zedillo would be on the air at 11:06 p.m.

 

 

d2Promptly at eleven, Woldenberg went on national television to announce that the Federal Electoral Institute had counted enough votes to show that Fox was the winner.

As soon as he finished, the Mexican television networks switched to the main auditorium at PRI headquarters. The cameras showed Labastida in a death march, making his way across the stage through a gantlet of embraces from his followers, many of them sobbing. Labastida reached the podium and waited for the shouts to die down. He put his speech in front of him and started to speak.

"The results of today's votes are not favorable to me or my party—"

Just then, Ernesto Zedillo cut him off. Suddenly the President's address from Los Pinos broke into the broadcast, displacing Labastida. The PRI candidate continued to speak, but the only Mexicans to see him were those watching in the auditorium.

Zedillo, looking sober but composed, was standing at a podium in his office, the centerpiece of a carefully structured tableau. Behind him to his right was a Mexican flag, and just over his shoulder was an oil portrait of Benito Juárez, the great nineteenth-century Mexican President, a liberal whom Zedillo admired.

At first he said nothing of Fox.

"Today we have shown for all to see that ours is a nation of free menand women who believe only in the means of democracy and law to achieve progress and resolve our problems," the President said.

Then it came.

"Just a few moments ago, the Federal Electoral Institute informed all Mexicans that it has data which, although still preliminary, are sufficient and reliable enough to show that Vicente Fox Quesada will be the next President of the Republic."

At Fox headquarters pandemonium at last erupted, both inside the building and outside, where thousands of his supporters had blocked the streets. There was no longer any doubt. Fox had won. The President had spoken. The PRI would leave, and Fox would govern. Democracy would be given a chance.

"¡Hoy! ¡Hoy! ¡Hoy!" Fox's fans shouted. "Today! Today! Today!"

Zedillo pledged to work with Fox to achieve a "transparent, clean, and efficient" turnover of government at the end of his term on December 1, and to make sure that the country was in good order when that time came. He referred to himself as un servidor, your servant, using a gracious Mexican expression of humility. Praising Labastida, he said the PRI candidate had "fought gallantly," and stated his "unvarying affection" for him. He thanked the PRI, which he said had "contributed to social peace, political stability, international prestige, and economic development for México."

As soon as Zedillo finished speaking, the television networks cut back to PRI headquarters, where Labastida was just coming to the end of his own statement.

"The citizens have taken a decision that we should all respect," he had told the morose gathering. "Our party is still alive," he had reported to the followers, who only hours before had no reason to think it faced any risk of death. He predicted that the PRI would one day "recover its vitality," but in the meantime he summoned party members to "profound reflection."

Most Mexicans had not seen Labastida say these words. What the television cameras suddenly showed was a panoramic display of the PRI laid low, a sight most Mexicans never dreamed they would see. The shouts of "iDuro! ¡Duro! Give it to them! Give it to them!," the PRI rallying cry, sounded weak and hollow. The faithful tried to sing the Mexican national anthem, but it came out as a dirge. Labastida turned to exit with his head held high, but he could not. When his wife touched his elbow, he faltered, stricken with grief.

At the sight of Labastida stumbling, the men at Los Pinos, and many other Mexicans who were watching, realized that the PRI insurrection they feared had not coalesced. Later, Zedillo government officials would learn of plans for local PRI groups to challenge the vote by creating havoc with militant protests. But so confident were the party's leaders that night that by the time they came to grips with the results of the vote, it was too late to react.

At 11:30 p.m. José Woldenberg gaveled the meeting of the elections council to a close. The council members had expected to be up all night struggling over a close vote tally, but now there was nothing for them to do. They shook hands with each other, dispensing with exultation. They had done their assigned task, and it had worked.

At PAN headquarters Fox fielded congratulatory calls and gave pressinterviews. At midnight he stepped out onto the balcony to greet his followers in the street, who numbered many thousands and had stopped traffic for blocks in all directions. Behind him an enormous video screen projected his image. It was Fox at his best: folksy and warm, but larger than life nevertheless. A master of ceremonies introduced him as "the President of the Republic."

"Wow, that sounds really good!" he said. He threw back his head and took a sloppy swig on a bottle of champagne. "Tequila is better!" he shouted, and the crowd rejoiced. He pledged with a belly laugh to start acting presidential.

"I promise I'm going to stop swearing," he said, and the crowd came back, shouting, "No! No!"

"Everyone is asking me how I feel," Fox said. "¡Me siento a toda máquina, la verdad! I feel I'm going full speed ahead, that's the truth!"

"¡Arriba! ¡Abajo! ¡El PRI se va al carajo! The PRI is going to hell!" echoed the crowd's jubilant slogan.

Fox had praise for Zedillo. "You all know that I don't go around flattering people. But President Zedillo acted tonight without hesitating even once." He said that he hoped to "complete the transition without rancor or resentment."

Conchalupe Garza finally felt free to call home. On hearing all the news, her mother, despite her septuagenarian years, rushed to her bedroom and jumped up and down on the bed.

At about 1 a.m. Fox addressed a crowd that had gathered on the steps at the base of the Angel de la Independencia, the monument of a winged angel perched atop a tall pillar that is to México City what the Eiffel Tower is to Paris. He found a mellow gathering, with no pushing or shoving, no uncontrolled crush. There were lots of young people in loafers with cellular phones, a core Fox constituency. Despite the late hour, many parents had rousted their children out of bed and brought them in their pajamas to the angel so they could witness the moment. One man danced a mambo with his mastiff.

Some PAN supporters went down the Paseo de la Reforma tearing down PRI posters as the police stood by, smiling. Another group came shouldering a wooden coffin with a papier-mâché cadaver of the PRI laid out inside.

By three in the morning the crowd had gone home.

The next morning, citizens across the country went about their lives as usual. They steered plows across farm fields and labored in gritty factories and sleek business offices, just as on any other day. They were satisfied with Zedillo and had soaring expectations for Fox. But all in all, it looked as though not much had changed.

Mexicans who had worked for decades to make democracy knew differently.

Copyright © 2004 by Julia Preston and Samuel Dillon

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Table of Contents

Preface: Making Mexican Democracy ix
1. The Day of the Change 3
2. From Disorder to Despotism 31
3. Tlatelolco, 1968 63
4. Earthquake, 1985 95
5. Chihuahua, 1986 117
6. 1988 149
7. The Carlos Salinas Show 181
8. 1994 229
9. Ernesto Zedillo, the Outsider 257
10. Raul 301
11. The General and the Drug Lord 323
12. Testing Change, 1997 353
13. The Earcutter 385
14. Opening Minds 405
15. Chiapas 441
16. Democracy at Work 461
17. Campaign for Change 477
Epilogue 503
Notes 519
Acknowledgments 571
Index 595
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2007

    We learned what is new and what seems to repeat in the history of Mexico

    This is the most interesting book we read, and it was pleasant to read too. The two sides of a story, the two authors,the stories by the people, as well as by the government. Highly recommend it to readers interested in world affaires and Mexico.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2005

    Bad omen

    This book is a really great summary of Mexico's recent history. It is clear that during this period of time the achievements of the Mexican society were really outsatndig. At the same time it is shameful to realize that so little attention has been given by the US media to all these events. However, it is now pityful and disappointing to learn that Mexico will probaly choose next year its new president form a couple of men representeing the old way of thinking. I really hope Mexicans do something to prevent this bad omen from becoming real.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2004

    Good one

    It is a great book. Particularly for my fellow Mexican citizens who have the tendency of forgetting their own history very soon. Now in 2004 we have two infamous politicians from the PRI lurking around the house, trying to reinstall the old regime that was so hard to get rid of in 2000. I am obviously refering to the populist Tabasqueños AMLO and Madrazo.

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