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| ISBN-13: | 9780822351078 |
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| Publisher: | Duke University Press Books |
| Publication date: | 10/31/2011 |
| Series: | Latin America Readers Series |
| Edition description: | New Edition |
| Pages: | 690 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.10(w) x 9.30(h) x 1.70(d) |
About the Author
Deborah T. Levenson is Associate Professor of History at Boston College and the author of Trade Unionists against Terror: Guatemala City, 1954–1985 and Adiós Niño: Political Violence and the Gangs of Guatemala City, forthcoming from Duke University Press.
Elizabeth Oglesby is Associate Professor of Geography and Latin American Studies at the University of Arizona. She previously worked as the editor of Central America Report and the associate editor for NACLA Report on the Americas.
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THE GUATEMALA READER
HISTORY, CULTURE, POLITICSBy Greg Grandin Deborah T. Levenson Elizabeth Oglesby
DUKE UNIVERSITY PRESS
Copyright © 2011 Duke University PressAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8223-5107-8
Chapter One
The Maya: Before the Europeans
Before the Spanish invasion in 1524 and independence from Spain in 1821, no nation called Guatemala existed. Today's Guatemala is part of what was once a far- flung Maya civilization that developed along a backbone of volcanoes in Chiapas, Mexico, extending down into what are now Honduras and El Salvador, and into the lowlands along the limestone shelf that forms the Yucatán Peninsula and the Petén. Since at least 15,000 BC, people in these areas had been planting maize, beans, squashes, and chili peppers, crops that remain central to the Guatemalan diet. Maya city-states appeared in what is now the Valley of Guatemala around 250 BC. The best-known of these ancient settlements is a large, barely excavated site called Kaminaljuyu. Most of this site of hundreds of temples has been lost to bulldozers, brickyards, and expanding neighborhoods; today, fragments of it lay buried under Guatemala City's Zone Seven (Guatemala City is administratively divided into an ever-expanding number of "zones").
The center of this Maya world moved into the lowlands of the northern Petén jungle and what is now Belize. Here, great city-states such as Tikal, Aguateca, Uaxactún, Copán, Caracol, and Naranjo arose in the ad 200s and then declined precipitously after about ad 800 for many interwoven reasons, including land overuse, drought, and endemic internecine war. Scholars still vigorously debate the causes of the Maya city-states' decline as new evidence continues to be gathered through tree-ring data, historical climate modeling, and new archaeological discoveries. Archaeologists and anthropologists once imagined the Maya to be peace-loving folk, but information supplied by newly found murals and the recently acquired ability to read Maya writing reveal that Maya society was wracked by conflict. The Maya had a complex intellectual and spiritual culture about which we know only a fraction. We know that the Maya had the concept of zero and calculated the movements of Venus, the moon, and the sun almost perfectly. The Maya used base-twenty (vigesimal) numeral systems, and Maya languages contain words for vigesimal multiples. The complexities of the Maya calendar reflect its many purposes, which ranged from agriculture to divination. It is believed that within the Maya worldview, time was not linear but rather consisted of cycles of creation and destruction, and it was conceptualized as sacred. What would have been the trajectories of Maya elites and commoners, and of their local and regional cultures, if the Spanish conquistadores, guided by conquered Mexicans, had not arrived in 1524?
In the centuries before the Conquest—which archaeologists divide into a Classic Period (AD 250 to 900) and a Postclassic Period (the tenth through the early sixteenth centuries)—the Maya world became increasingly dispersed. Groups of Mexican origin ruled the Maya Yucatán, and confederations of the K'iche', the Kaqchikel, and (to a lesser extent) the Tz'utujil and Poqomam dominated millions of commoners, farmers, artisans, and hunters in the highlands of Guatemala. The linguistic cohesion of the different groups in this widespread area consisted of closely related but often mutually unintelligible languages, such as the two oldest, Cholan and Yucatec. Their many gods embodied material forces, such as Chak, the god of rain; Aha K'in, the sun god; Itzamná, god of maize; and Chak Chel, old moon goddess and goddess of medicine.
Our knowledge about the pre-Conquest Maya is mediated by scholars interpreting scant primary sources. Only a handful of Maya texts survived the Conquest because the Spaniards destroyed thousands of scroll books full of histories, sciences, songs, and prophecies. As archaeologist Michael Coe says: "It's as if all that posterity knew about us [in the United States] were based on three prayer books and Pilgrim's Progress." Archaeologists deciphered Maya writing only recently (see "Breaking the Maya Code" in this volume) and are now able to read ancient Maya inscriptions set on vertical stone slabs called stelae. Other sources include texts written in the Roman alphabet after the 1524 conquest, such as the Popol Vuh, the Título de Totonicapán, Annals of the Kaqchikel, and the Books of Chilam Balam. Most of these sources provide information about elite politics and cultures; only glimpses of commoners' lives appear, even though strands of their culture survived the trauma of European invasion and remained in everyday spiritualism, household life, agriculture, art, and community values.
Popol Vuh Unknown K'iche' authors
In the mid-1500s, decades after the Spanish invasion, anonymous K'iche' scribes in the town of Santa Cruz (built of stones from the conquered Maya city of Utatlán) wrote down the Popol Vuh, or Council book. The Popol Vuh, often called the "K'iche' Bible," is a creation story believed to be the single most important source documenting Maya culture. The book was written in K'iche' using the Roman alphabet. It was passed down secretly from generation to generation until one of the manuscript's guardians showed it to the Spanish Dominican priest Francisco Ximénez in 1702. Ximénez copied it and translated it into Spanish. The manuscript remained with the Dominicans until the region achieved independence from Spain, and thereafter it traveled. First it was sent to the University of San Carlos, but it was stolen and taken to France by a French abbot at mid- century. It was sold in the 1890s to a US business magnate who deposited it in the Newberry Library in Chicago. It was not until 1941 that a Guatemalan scholar, Adrián Recinos, rescued it from obscurity.
The Popol Vuh tells how the many gods residing in the sky/earth (the K'iche' way of saying "world") in the "prior world"—that is, before the Christians came—went about making human beings. On their first try, the gods made creatures that could only shriek and had no arms. On their second try, the mud the gods were using wouldn't retain a shape. Before making a third attempt, they decided to consult an elderly couple: Xpiyacoc, divine matchmaker, and Xmucané, divine midwife. The couple told the gods to use wood. This worked, but the humans were emotionless, and they were soon destroyed by a hurricane. The deities then used corn, which worked because corn- humans—"men of corn"—grew in the rain. But before they completed their task, the gods became involved in the complex adventures of Xmucané's twin sons, who embarked on a mission to defeat the underworld—Xibalbá, or Place of Fear—in order to make the world safe for the yet-to-be-invented corn-humans. The twins traveled to Xibalbá, where they were captured by the lord Blood Gatherer, who turned one of them into a calabash hanging on a tree made of bones. Blood Gatherer's daughter, Blood Moon, found the calabash tree one day. Her intervention saved the first generation of twins and allowed a second generation of twins, her children, to defeat the Place of Fear. The following excerpt from the manuscript tells how Blood Moon finds the tree and later makes her way out of Xibalbá to join her new mother-in-law, Xmucané.
And here is the account of a maiden, the daughter of a lord named Blood Gatherer.
And this is when a maiden heard of it, the daughter of a lord. Blood Gatherer is the name of her father, and Blood Moon is the name of the maiden.
And when he heard the account of the fruit of the tree, her father retold it. And she was amazed at the account:
"I'm not acquainted with that tree they talk about. Its fruit is truly sweet, they say, I hear," she said.
Next, she went all alone and arrived where the tree stood. It stood at the place of Ball Game Sacrifice:
"What? Well! What's the fruit of this tree? Shouldn't this tree bear something sweet? They shouldn't die, they shouldn't be wasted. Should I pick one?" said the maiden.
And then the bone spoke; it was here in the fork of the tree:
"Why do you want a mere bone, a round thing in the branches of a tree?" said the head of One Hunahpú when it spoke to the maiden. "You don't want it," she was told.
"I do want it," said the maiden.
"Very well. Stretch out your right hand here, so I can see it," said the bone.
And then the bone spit out its saliva, which landed squarely in the hand of the maiden.
And then she looked in her hand, she inspected it right away, but the bone's saliva wasn't in her hand.
"It is just a sign I have given you, my saliva, my spittle. This, my head, has nothing on it—just bone, nothing of meat. It's just the same with the head of a great lord: it's just the flesh that makes his face look good. And when he dies, people get frightened by his bones. After that, his son is like his saliva, his spittle, in his being, whether it be the son of a lord or the son of a craftsman, an orator. The father does not disappear, but goes on being fulfilled. Neither dimmed nor destroyed is the face of a lord, a warrior, craftsman, orator. Rather, he will leave his daughters and sons. So it is that I have done likewise through you. Now go up there on the face of the earth; you will not die. Keep the word. So be it," said the head of One and Seven Hunahpú—they were of one mind when they did it.
This was the word Hurricane, Newborn Thunderbolt, Sudden Thunder bolt had given them. In the same way, by the time the maiden returned to her home, she had been given many instructions. Right away something was generated in her belly, from the saliva alone, and this was the generation of Hunahpú and Xbalanque.
And when the maiden got home and six months had passed, she was found out by her father. Blood Gatherer is the name of her father.
And after the maiden was noticed by her father, when he saw that she was now with child, all the lords then shared their thoughts—One and Seven Death, along with Blood Gatherer:
"This daughter of mine is with child, lords. It's just a bastard," Blood Gatherer said when he joined the lords.
"Very well. Get her to open her mouth. If she doesn't tell, then sacrifice her. Go far away and sacrifice her."
"Very well, your lordships," he replied. After that, he questioned his daughter:
"Who is responsible for the child in your belly, my daughter?" he said.
"There is no child, my father, sir; there is no man whose face I've known," she replied.
"Very well. It really is a bastard you carry! Take her away for sacrifice, you Military Keepers of the Mat. Bring back her heart in a bowl, so the lords can take it in their hands this very day," the owls were told, the four of them.
Then they left, carrying the bowl. When they left they took the maiden by the hand, bringing along the White Dagger, the instrument of sacrifice.
"It would not turn out well if you sacrificed me, messengers, because it is not a bastard that's in my belly. What's in my belly generated all by itself when I went to marvel at the head of One Hunahpú, which is there at the Place of Ball Game Sacrifice. So please stop: don't do your sacrifice, messengers," said the maiden. Then they talked:
"What are we going to use in place of her heart? We were told by her father: 'Bring back her heart. The lords will take it in their hands, they will satisfy themselves, they will make themselves familiar with its composition. Hurry, bring it back in a bowl, put her heart in the bowl.' Isn't that what we've been told? What shall we deliver in the bowl? What we want above all is that you should not die," said the messengers.
"Very well. My heart must not be theirs, nor will your homes be here. Nor will you simply force people to die, but hereafter, what will truly be yours will be the true bearers of bastards. And hereafter, as for One and Seven Death, only blood, only nodules of sap, will be theirs. So be it that these things are presented before them, and not that hearts are burned be fore them. So be it: use the fruit of a tree," said the maiden. And it was red tree sap she went out to gather in the bowl.
After it congealed, the substitute for her heart became round. When the sap of the croton tree was tapped, tree sap like blood, it became the substitute for her blood. When she rolled the blood around inside there, the sap of the croton tree, it formed a surface like blood, glistening red now, round inside the bowl. When the tree was cut open by the maiden, the so- called cochineal croton, the sap is what she called blood, and so there is talk of "nodules of blood."
"So you have been blessed with the face of the earth. It shall be yours," she told the owls.
"Very well, maiden. We'll show you the way up there. You just walk on ahead; we have yet to deliver this apparent duplicate of your heart before the lords," said the messengers.
And when they came before the lords, they were all watching closely:
"Hasn't it turned out well?" said One Death.
"It has turned out well, your lordships, and this is her heart. It's in the bowl."
"Very well. So I'll look," said One Death, and when he lifted it up with his fingers, its surface was soaked with gore, its surface glistened red with blood.
"Good. Stir up the fire, put it over the fire," said One Death.
After that they dried it over the fire, and the Xibalbans savored the aroma. They all ended up standing here, they leaned over it intently. They found the smoke of the blood to be truly sweet!
And while they stayed at their cooking, the owls went to show the maiden the way out. They sent her up through a hole onto the earth, and then the guides returned below.
In this way the lords of Xibalbá were defeated by a maiden; all of them were blinded. And here, where the mother of One Monkey and One Artisan lived, was where the woman named Blood Moon arrived.
And when Blood Moon came to the mother of One Monkey and One Artisan, her children were still in her belly, but it wasn't very long before the birth of Hunahpú and Xbalanque, as they are called.
And when the woman came to the grandmother, the woman said to the grandmother:
"I've come, my lady. I'm your daughter-in-law and I'm your child, my lady," she said when she came here to the grandmother.
"Where do you come from? As for my little babies, didn't they die in Xibalbá? And these two remain as their sign and their word: One Monkey and One artisan are their names. So if you've come to see my children, get out of here!" the maiden was told by the grandmother.
"Even so, I really am your daughter- in- law. I am already his, I belong to One Hunahpú. What I carry is his. One Hunahpú and Seven Hunahpú are alive, they are not dead. They have merely made a way for the light to show itself, my mother- in- law, as you will see when you look at the faces of what I carry," the grandmother was told.
And One Monkey and One Artisan have been keeping their grandmother entertained: all they do is play and sing, all they work at is writing and carving, every day, and this cheers the heart of their grandmother.
And then the grandmother said:
"I don't want you, no thanks, my daughter- in- law. It's just a bastard in your belly, you trickster! These children of mine who are named by you are dead," said the grandmother.
"Truly, what I say to you is so!"
"Very well, my daughter-in-law, I hear you. So get going, get their food so they can eat. Go pick a big netful of ripe corn ears, then come back, since you are already my daughter-in-law, as I understand it," the maiden was told.
"Very well," she replied.
After that, she went to the garden; One Monkey and One Artisan had a garden. The maiden followed the path they had cleared and arrived there in the garden, but there was only one clump, there was no other plant, no second or third. That one clump had borne its ears. So then the maiden's heart stopped:
"It looks like I'm a sinner, a debtor! Where will I get the netful of food she asked for?" she said. And then the guardians of food were called upon by her:
"Come on out, rise up now, come on out, stand up now:
Thunder Woman, Yellow Woman, Cacao Woman and Cornmeal Woman, thou guardian of the food of One Monkey, One Artisan,"
said the maiden.
And then she took hold of the silk, the bunch of silk at the top of the ear. She pulled it straight out, she didn't pick the ear, and the ear reproduced itself to make food for the net. It filled the big net.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
List of Illustrations xv
Acknowledgments xxi
Introduction 1
I The Maya: Before the Europeans II
Popol Vuh, Unknown K'iche' authors 13
Breaking the Maya Code, Michael D. Coe 19
Bonampak Mural, Unknown artists 24
Gendered Nobility, Rosemary A. Joyce 26
Rabinal Achi, Anonymous 32
Apocalypto, Bruno Waterfield 37
II Invasion and Colonialism 39
Invading Guatemala, Various authors 43
Tecun Uman and the Conquest Dance, Irma Otzoy 51
Great Was the Stench of the Dead, W George Lovell 62
Good Government, Bishop Francisco Marroquin 65
For the Eyes of Our King, Various authors 68
Colonial Cartographies, Various authors 71
All Sorts and Colors, Thomas Gage 77
A Creole Landscape, Francisco Antonio Fuentes y Guzman 82
Chocolate, Sex and Disorderly Women, Martha Few 86
Fugitive Indians, Archbishop Pedro Cortes y Larraz 94
An Indian King on the Eve of Independence, Aaron Pollack 101
III A Caffeinated Modernism 107
Travels Amongst Indians, Lindesay Brine 111
Land, Labor, and Community, David McCreery 117
The Saddest Day in Cantel, Anonymous 125
The Ladino Severn Martinez Peldez 129
Accustomed to Be Obedient Richard N Adams 133
Guatemala Facing the Lens, Images from cirma's photographic archive 138
Conquest of the Tropics Frederick U. Adams 144
Marimba, Arturo Taracena Arriola 150
Vos sos de Guatemala?, Proyecto Linguistico Quetzalteco de Espanol 156
A Taste of History, Popular Guatemalan recipes 160
Magical Modernism Catherine Rendón 162
El senor presidente Miguel Angel Asturias 167
"La chalana Miguel Angel Asturias Alfredo Valle Calvo David Vela José Luis Barcárcel 172
Indigenismo and "The Generation of the 1920s," Image Carlos Mérida 176
A Mexican Bolshevik in Central America Jorge Fernández Anaya Carlos Figueroa Ibarra 178
Anthropology Discovers the Maya, Carol A. Smith 185
Hymn to the Sun Jesus Castillo 192
IV Ten Years of Spring and Beyond 197
The Best Time of My Life Luis Cardoza y Aragon 201
A New Guatemala Juan José Arévalo 206
Pablo Neruda in Guatemala Pablo Neruda 211
"If That Is Communism, Then They Are Communists Miguel Marmol Robert Alexander 214
Most Precious Fruit of the Revolution, Government of Guatemala 217
Arevalista to Counterrevolutionary Luis Tarano Elizabeth Oglesby Simone Remijnse 221
Enemies of Christ Archbishop Mariano Rosselly Arellano 226
Operation pbsuccess Nick Cullather 230
Sabotage for Liberty Anonymous 238
A Plan for Assassination, Central Intelligence Agency 242
Military Dream Cesar Branas 246
We Are Officers of the Guatemalan Army, November 13 Rebel Movement 249
Long Live the Students Miguel Angel Sandoval Maria del Rosario Ramirez 251
Denied in Full, Central Intelligence Agency 256
Maybe, Just Maybe Rene Leiva 262
Guatemala and Vietnam James S. Corum 269
Second Thoughts Viron Vaky 271
The Sweetest Songs Remain to Be Sung Huberto Alvarado Arellano 275
V Roads to Revolution 281
A Clandestine Life Greg Grandin 287
Whose Heaven, Whose Earth Thomas Melville 295
Life on the Edge Deborah T. Levenson 302
Christ, Worker Voz y Action 309
Campesinos in Search of a Different Future Jose Manuel Fernandez y Fernandez 311
Execution of a Chicken Manuel Jose Arce 319
Blood in Our Throats Betsy Konefal 327
Guerrilla Armies of the Poor Fuerzas Armadas Rebeldes Ejercito Guerrillero de los Pobres 335
We Rose Up Juan Tuyuc Yolanda Colom Lucia 340
Communique Otto Rene Castillo 346
Declaration of Iximche, Various authors 349
An Indian Dawn Carlota McAllister 352
VI Intent to Destroy 361
Thunder in the City Mario Payeras 367
The San Francisco Massacre, July 1982 Ricardo Falla 373
We Cannot Confirm nor Deny, United States Embassy 378
Acts of Genocide, Commission for Historical Clarification 386
Exodus Victor Montejo 395
The Oil Lamp Antonio L. Cota Garcia 403
Arbitrary Power and Sexual Violence Matilde Gonzalez Izds 405
Surviving, Recovery of Historical Memory Project 411
Inverting Clausewitz, Guatemalan Army High Command 417
Assistance and Control Myrna Mack 421
We Are Civilians, Communities of Population in Resistance of the Sierra 427
Time to Get Up Francisco Goldman 431
VII An Unsettled Peace 441
Right to Return Maria Garcia Hernandez Mama Maquin 445
What Is Reconciliation? Helen Mack 450
Promised the Earth Gustavo Palma Murga 454
Disagreement Ana Maria Rodas 461
The Atrocity Files Kate Doyle 463
Memory of an Angel Daniel Herndndez-Salazar 469
A Good Place to Commit Murder Philip Alston United Nations Special Rapporteur 473
The Untouchable Narco-State Frank Smyth 480
Filochofo Jose Manuel Chacon 487
Art and the Postwar Generation Anabella Acevedo 490
I Walk Backwards Humberto Ak'abal 499
VIII Maya Movements 501
The Ki-che Language Adrian Ines Chavez 505
Our History Is a Living History Rigoberta Menchu 509
The Pan-Maya Movement Demetrio Cojti Cuxil 513
The Authorized Indian Charles R. Hale 517
Transnationalism and Maya Dress Irma Alicia Velasquez Nimatuj 523
Mayanization and Everyday Life Santiago Bastos Aura Cumes Leslie Lemus 532
Solidarity Is a Characteristic of the Maya People Dominga Vasquez interviewed by Simona Violetta Yagenova 537
Back to Iximche, Third Continental Summit of Indigenous Nations and Pueblos of Abya Yala 541
IX The Sixth Century 545
A Modern Faith Julio Zadik 549
Spiritual Warfare Harold Caballeros 552
God's Pristine Sound, Meyer Sound Laboratories 559
The New Face of Labor and Capital Corey Mattson Marie Ayer 561
Polio Campero Takes Wing, Nation's Restaurant News 566
The New Men of Maize James Klepek 569
For Sale, Real estate advertisement 576
The Vast, Breathing Rainforest Is Changing Mary Jo McConahay 579
Death by Deportation Greg Campbell 585
I Feel Enraged Robin Christine Reineke 589
Prayer for a Migrant Petrona 592
Architecture of Remittances, Photographs Andrea Aragon Andres Asturias 595
Visits to Chacash, as told to Yolanda Edelmira Figueroa Granados Cecilia Lilian Alonso Granados Antonio Ariel Herrera Alvarado 601
Maya Pyramids Diane M. Nelson 603
Maya of Morganton Leon Fink 607
Full Moon Jessica Masaya 613
Keep On Keeping On Yolanda Colom Isabel Recinos Arenas 616
Orgullo Gay Jose Manuel Mayorga 620
Word Play, Isabel de los Angeles Ruano, with photos by Fotokids/Fundacion Ninos Artistas 623
Suggestions for Further Reading 625
Acknowledgment of Copyrights and Sources 641
Index 653