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What I Learned about Guatemala's Politics

Post Number Two regarding Guatemala:

The political situation here...  Hmmmm...

Well, I guess I´ll start with the war.  There was a civil war that went on for about 35 years.  During these years, all of the presidents were military officers, most of them Generals.  The war ended in 1996 when el Fondepaz (Fuente de la Paz: Fountain or Source of Peace) was signed.  The army disbanded and the fighting stopped.  However, I´ve been told that since the war ended crime has gotten worse and worse.  There is a sentiment among those who are educated about politics and the causes of the war that the ex-military don´t know what else to do with themselves after years of massacres.

So, what about the causes of the war?  As has been the case in many countries in Central America, poor workers wanted to be paid better for their hours of labor.  The farmers in the country sides were tired of the extreme poverty they lived with after centuries of being pushed off their land by powerful Spanish land ¨holders.¨ The poor working class and the hungry indigenous, who have been pushed further and further up the mountainsides as the valleys have been taken over by haciendas, realized that their struggle was the same struggle and began to unite.  They demanded better wages, better healthcare, safer working conditions.  They wanted the government´s help to give them a humane quality of life.  The government, however, chose to represent the interests of big business.  It is said that 23 Spanish families own most of Guatemala.  There are also many factories owned by Japanese companies.  And of course, the United States has a great interest in maintaining an oppressed working class here as well. 

As people began to unionize, the government sent the army to kill them.  Anyone who spoke publicly about the injustice of their extreme poverty was tortured and killed.  Community leaders, including priests and teachers, were publicly tortured and killed in order to scare everyone from continuing their struggle for basic amenities like running water or electricity.  If there were demonstrations, crowds would be shot.  People began fleeing the towns for the mountains, camping, in order to hide from the army.  In the mountains, small bands of civilian militia began to form to try to protect people from these murders and massacres.  This is the army that we call the guerillas, which is Spanich for "little wars."  Guerillas fight little wars, small, surprise attacks, rather than big battles, like big armies prefer.

As the guerrillas gained momentum, the army began massacring villagers in the mountains, in order to discourage these people from supporting the guerrillas.  This is how the war went on for thirty-five years.  Many people fled to Mexico, and still live as refugees there.  Their land, deserted, has been taken over by the huge hacienda farms. 

Because people were killed for speaking about the injustices of their extreme poverty, because people were killed for educating others about the power they had when they organized, and because most of this killing happened in small indigenous communities, there are still many people in Guatemala who don´t know why there was a war.  Nobody talked publically about why the guerillas were fighting, out of fear for their lives.  Unless you were a part of the community of people who needed the services they were being denied, there was no way for you to know why these people were fighting.  On top of that, the government used propaganda to tell the television watching, big city dwelling public that the guerrillas were just criminals, thieves, murderers from whom the army was protecting them.  Add racism to the mix, and you find here a place lost in a fog of misunderstanding and pain.

Since the war has ended, there have been important developments in many parts of the country.  Roads have been built and slowly people are getting the electricity and running water that they need.  But today, one of the two most popular candidates for president is an ex-General, Otto Perez, who directed many of the massacres, and is connected to Rios Mont, the bloodiest of the military dictators that oppressed the Guatemalan public during the seventies and eighties.  I´m told that many people don´t know this.  Illiteracy is a huge problem here and many people living in the countryside don´t have televisions to see reports, even if this kind of information is reported.  There is also the problem that even the ¨educated¨ public has been educated to believe that the civil war was a case of the army protecting the good, working people from those they racistly believe to be greedy, lazy, indigenous campesinos. 

Since the army disbanded, there has been more and more violent crime.  Many of the army´s veterans of this civil war are now wondering the countryside ransacking houses, mugging people in the streets, and it is said, at times they kill for sport.  Many people who were never affected by the civil war that was happening in the small pueblos and in the mountain indigenous communities are now experiencing frightening violence in their cities. This has led to the opinion that Guatemala was safer when Generals were in charge.  Many people want to go back to the days when an army was keeping them safe from these violent crimes, as they perceived it, as the government told them it was.

The other popular candidate is Alvaro Colom.  He is an engineer with no apparent ties to the military.  Most people I talked to believed that he would win.  And I certainly hope so given that the second runner up right now is a war criminal.

I´ve heard two personal stories regarding the state of things today.  One is the story of a family whose home was invaded by a band of criminals.  Grandma, her three daughters, the husband of one of the daughters, and her granddaughter were in the house when five men with guns, at least one of them ex-military, came into the house to rob them.  They had no money and the men shot everyone.  They also raped the youngest of the young women before killing here.  One of the women survived, as well as the two year old granddaughter, the niece of the surviving woman.  Tragically, stories like this are not uncommon anymore, here in Guatemala. 

The other personal story that was shared with me is the story of a woman who worked as a social worker-therapist with the indigenous women in the mountains after the war ended.  She was helping them to process the extreme trauma of having witnessed massacres, tortures, of having buried loved one´s alive, of having been raped repeatedly.  She began to write a book that included information about Otto Perez and his involvement in these atrocities.  Then, she began receiving death threats and she has since fled to Mexico.

I guess all I can say in summary, is that there is much work to be done.  This country feels to me like a body torn to pieces.  Everyone is bleeding and noone knows exactly why.  At the same time, as is often the case, there is an incredible spirit of hope and faith here.  People want to heal and many exciting things are happening all the time, to move the country forward, toward wholeness and wellness...


Posted on 8/17/07; 9:25:02 AM

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Mayan Women's Collective in Guatemala

I was in Guatemala studying for a couple of weeks last month.  Here is the first of some of my writings during that time:

We went this weekend to a small community of tejedores, weavers, outside of the town of San Martin.  There is a group of 30 Mayan families there of a specific group called, Mum.  15 women of this group, representing half of the Mum families, have started a collective and they are succeeding at improving the lifestyle of the people in their community, after many years
of pain and struggle.  The story is long and sad, but it must be told, as it is amazing how few Gauatemalans know what was happening in the mountains for those 35 years of civil war.  

27 years ago, the army came to the village of these women, looking for guerrillas, as they always were, austensibly.  In actuality, it was genocide and oppression, but that is a much bigger story.   In this story, they shot and killed 30 unarmed villagers.  Many more were wounded, including the woman who told us this story.  Her name is Francisca and she was shot in the knee, after the soldiers guns weren´t functioning properly when they tried to shoot her in the head.  They tried to kill her, the guns didn´t work, so she ran.  They shot after her and she was hit in the knee.  She fell.  They came and again tried to kill her and again, their guns didn´t work.  They said, we won´t kill you this time, but you will help everyone else dig graves now.  The surviving villagers were forced to dig shallow graves for their murdered family members and were also forced to
bury alive some who were wounded but not dead.  Francisco was 14 when this happened.  Some of the women that I met were 3 years old, or 6 years old, when this happened.  Some of them can´t stand to even be in the room while Francisca tells the story.

After the massacre, the remaining villagers, over 30 families, walked for over two weeks from the south of Guatemala to Chiapas, in Mexico, where a kind farmer helped them to go through the immigration process.  They were refugees, allowed to live in Mexico, but not allowed to wear their traditional clothing, with it´s rich symbology and familiar comfort, and they were not allowed to speak their own language.  They had to learn Spanish.  So, of course, they did.  They worked for Mexican farmers and slowly built a life for themselves.  

After about 12 years there, many wanted to return to their homeland, to raise their children in the Mayan ways, with the Mum language, allowed to wear the clothes they choose, on the land that their ancestors had worked.  The jovenes, the young people (between 18 and 35), who remembered well the massacre and who still had the strength to reclaim their heritage, set out. They went in small groups, a few families at a time.  The older people, the parents of the trekkers, were scared, tired, and just couldn´t go through it all again.

The small group of families who began this homecoming first worked for a farmer in Guatemala, getting paid about .15 cents a day.  They realized quickly, of course, that they would never be able to buy land in this situation.  They were barely surviving, living under trees and tarps.  They started a collective as weavers.  They retained the help of an international microlending non-profit, based in Holland.  They borrowed about 20 dollars to buy the tools they needed, the loom and the thread.  They made a bag which they sold for 14 dollars.  They bought more thread.  They made three bags which they sold for 14 each.  They paid back their loan and continued to weave.

After a couple years of slowly building this ¨business,¨they were able to buy some land.  More families came.  Slowly, over the years, they have built houses together.  There are now 15 families participating in this women´s cooperative, and 30 Mum families living in the area.   With the help of other NGO´s here, they have brought electricity and running water to their community.

More recently, with the help of two students from the the US who learned of these women through Celas Maya, the school that I am attending, the same way I learned of these women, they have built a community building for their meetings, and for the education of others who also need to know that this kind of cooperation is possible, and that it can change the lives of
Guatemala´s most poor, the victims of three decades of genocide.  

So, that is the story of the Association of Soqjal.  I spent the weekend there, these last two days, hearing the story, getting to know the women (and their children), and experiencing how they live.  We stayed in their homes.  We were gifted with a presentation of Mayan dances, including explanations of the stories that these dances tell.  We saw a demonstration
of how these women weave their beautiful fabrics, by hand, tying one end of their work to a post, and the other end around their waist, rolling the fabric up as they create it, maintaining tension with their bodies.  We played soccer with the boys, and I made a pretend soup of grass and seeds with the little girls...  And of course, the food was incredible.  Avocados
fresh from the tree, shrimp fresh from the sea, tortillas fresh from the oven, papayas, bananas, sweet bread.

They are all bilingual now, and there are international organizations using their story as a model for development among other groups like theirs.  But if you listen carefully for what part of the story elicits the most passion from these women, as they speak, it is the pride that they feel that they, as women, have built this community.  They are proud that they know that they are people too, that they can not only participate in, but they can lead community development, that they can make their own money, that they don´t need to tolerate violence from the men in their lives, from the police, or from their government.  They are empowered and they want to share their story because they want other women to be empowered as well.  At least a dozen times, I heard from different mouths, ¨We know our rights!¨

So, that´s what I did this weekend!  My friend, Carrie, and I were the group translators, having more Spanish than any of the other students, and that was exhausting!  But, of course, it was a beautiful weekend of support and sharing, connection and inspiration.  Perhaps some of you are inspired to help as well???  *wink, wink*


Posted on 8/17/07; 8:56:28 AM

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