This past weekend we started our homestays in Cuernavaca, and I'm moving into a new stage of the program where I'm living in a working class neighborhood and taking the bus to my internships and classes. Its actually really nice to take the buses because I feel like more a part of the city rather than an outside observer. although they can get pretty hot..
This past weekend I went to two little kid's parties. On Saturday it was the 10th birthday of one of Erika's (my host mom) nephews. We had hamburgers and french fries, the kids broke open a pinata, and I listed to all the adults talking really fast about people I don't know about. It was fun though.. and at the end of the party the kids danced to reggaeton music and asked me to judge them. so I'd say: hmmmmmm...... 10! and they'd be really happy.
then on Sunday I went back to Amatlan for the day to go to the baptism of Damian, the grandson of my host parents. It was really nice to be there for that family event, and I accepted the role of photographer to try and document everything. I also accepted the role of writer, because after the baptism we went back to the church and there was a party, and the mom made tortilla cloths for all of the tortilla baskests and on each one I wrote "Mi Bautizo, Damian, 06/04/2008." So now there is hard evidence of my existance in that family :)... We ate traditional Mexican food: they killed their hog for the event, so we had barbacoa, rice, beans, tortillas, and tamales. the food was really different at the two parties, except for the desert. apparantly at Mexican kid's parties, you eat cake with jello. I don't know why, but I sure did get my fill over the past weekend.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
costa chica
last week I went to the Costa Chica in the state of Guerrero. Costa Chica is the coast on the Pacific Ocean south of Acapulco, and actually some of the costa chica is in Oaxaca, which is the state south west of Guerrero.
the main objective of going to this area was to learn about the afro-mexican community there. In that region there are a lot of people with African blood, a legacy of slavery, but the government and educational curriculum do not recognize Africans as the third root of "mestizaje" or the mixing of races that was a result of the Conquest. And it is really true. We mainly stayed in the city of Cuajiniciulapa and when we walked along the streets there, it really looked like pictures that you see of Cuba or the Dominican Republic, whose people also have African roots. but it was Mexico... just goes to show the great amount of diversity in all countries.
We also learned about indigenous communities and cultures. One of my favorite visits over this week was to a bilingual school that teaches Spanish and Mixteco, an indigenous language from the area. the teacher was an amazingly strong woman.. she left her village in the mountains after second grade so she could continue her education. She worked in a woman's house as a maid and with her sister's help, they finished high school. The great thing about the school was that it was giving kids a positive sense of indigenous identity. The families moved from their small villages to the city and often when that happens, indigenous culture and pride in their traditions is lost. but this school helps kids learn Spanish while retaining Mixteco culture. And its true too, when we were playing a tickling game with the kids - it was basically everyone run around and try to tickle each other. my friend kelsey got taken down by a group of seven kids all at once.. she ended up curled in a ball on the floor - anyway, I heard the kids speaking Mixteco to each other.. they weren't ashamed of speaking their native language, as is too often common in Mexico. here's a picture:
another favorite visit of mine was to a beach near Tierra Colorada, where they help endangered baby sea turtles hatch and keep track of the sea turtle migration. what was great about this project was how much Enrique (the man who talked to us) understood that environmental conservation is linked to social issues. People raid the eggs to sell them, only because there is often no other viable employment. A really cool thing that they have done is set up a temporary employment program so people can earn a little bit of money working with the sea turtles, and they have actually employed some previous hueveros (egg hunters). Also, the sea turtles are a large part of culture and religion in this area, and if the turtles go extinct, we do not just lose biodiversity, but cultural diversity as well. and then at the end we got to liberate baby sea turtles! The mother leaves here eggs in the sand and when the babies hatch, they have to make a trip across the beach to get into the ocean. Well, we got to carry them across the beach and set them down in the sand, then watched then go into the water so no birds ate them along the way. it was so amazing!! The babies knew that they were near the ocean as we walked with them in our hands, and started making swimming motions trying as fast as they could to get into the water. how’s that for natural instinct. I have no pictures of the actual act, but here's one of the encampment and the ocean:
whew, the last favorite visit (which is actually my favorite one) was with a group of people organizing against a mega-dam "La Parota" that was to be built in their region. This dam would have flooded several municipalities upstream, displacing farmers and communities and would have cut off the water supply for those downstream, effectively displacing them too because they could no longer grow food to eat. and if all that isn't bad enough, the benefits of the dam were not going to help the communities around the area, but was going to be sold to California. so people can watch their TVs 6 hours a day. Bullshit.
they organized in opposition to the dam for several years, and it was a huge struggle. 4 people died, many were thrown in jail, and others were beaten by the police. the CFE, which is the electrical commission here, infiltrated their ejido council meetings and set up police barricades so people who opposed the dam couldn't participate. They forged people's signatures who had died, couldn't write, or migrated to the United States. Its a really long story, but even with all of this deception and lying by the government, in 2007 they stopped their effort to build the dam. The organizers, who are actually just farmers and community members, spoke very strongly about water being life, the earth granting food, and the history and culture that is rooted deep in their land. Each person said something to this effect: "We are willing to die defending what is ours, our woods, our water, and our land." They also said that they are not opposed to development, only a development that rips them away from their land and their culture. They want development of their lands so they can keep working them.
What impacted me most about this visit was that they were extremely wary of letting a group of people from the United States on to their land and to share with them their story. We were still welcomed and they fed us lunch before the talk, but this is the first time that we had experienced a welcome that did not grant us a privileged status because we came from the United States, in fact that is what made them not trust us at first. They asked us why we came, why we wanted to listen to them, and we all responded. Through these responses -- that we want to work for social change, that we want to organize in our own communities, that we hope to have the same strength that they did -- we gained their trust, which felt extremely gratifying. At the end, they took us to see the Papagayo River (the one which would have been flooded) which I think was a really good sign that we had gained their trust, because they wanted to share their most valuable resource with us.
also, there was amazing graffiti and murals in the community and along the roads as we drove by. phrases such as "La tierra no se vende. Se ama y se defiende." (The land is not for sale. Love it and defend it). or "Zapata vive, la lucha sigue." (Zapata lives, the struggle continues). Here are some pictures:
(hell yeah.. I'm sure this was intentionally over Coke's name, as a symbol of outside impositions and corporate America)
and just one last picture to leave you with a beautiful image of the coast:
the main objective of going to this area was to learn about the afro-mexican community there. In that region there are a lot of people with African blood, a legacy of slavery, but the government and educational curriculum do not recognize Africans as the third root of "mestizaje" or the mixing of races that was a result of the Conquest. And it is really true. We mainly stayed in the city of Cuajiniciulapa and when we walked along the streets there, it really looked like pictures that you see of Cuba or the Dominican Republic, whose people also have African roots. but it was Mexico... just goes to show the great amount of diversity in all countries.
We also learned about indigenous communities and cultures. One of my favorite visits over this week was to a bilingual school that teaches Spanish and Mixteco, an indigenous language from the area. the teacher was an amazingly strong woman.. she left her village in the mountains after second grade so she could continue her education. She worked in a woman's house as a maid and with her sister's help, they finished high school. The great thing about the school was that it was giving kids a positive sense of indigenous identity. The families moved from their small villages to the city and often when that happens, indigenous culture and pride in their traditions is lost. but this school helps kids learn Spanish while retaining Mixteco culture. And its true too, when we were playing a tickling game with the kids - it was basically everyone run around and try to tickle each other. my friend kelsey got taken down by a group of seven kids all at once.. she ended up curled in a ball on the floor - anyway, I heard the kids speaking Mixteco to each other.. they weren't ashamed of speaking their native language, as is too often common in Mexico. here's a picture:
another favorite visit of mine was to a beach near Tierra Colorada, where they help endangered baby sea turtles hatch and keep track of the sea turtle migration. what was great about this project was how much Enrique (the man who talked to us) understood that environmental conservation is linked to social issues. People raid the eggs to sell them, only because there is often no other viable employment. A really cool thing that they have done is set up a temporary employment program so people can earn a little bit of money working with the sea turtles, and they have actually employed some previous hueveros (egg hunters). Also, the sea turtles are a large part of culture and religion in this area, and if the turtles go extinct, we do not just lose biodiversity, but cultural diversity as well. and then at the end we got to liberate baby sea turtles! The mother leaves here eggs in the sand and when the babies hatch, they have to make a trip across the beach to get into the ocean. Well, we got to carry them across the beach and set them down in the sand, then watched then go into the water so no birds ate them along the way. it was so amazing!! The babies knew that they were near the ocean as we walked with them in our hands, and started making swimming motions trying as fast as they could to get into the water. how’s that for natural instinct. I have no pictures of the actual act, but here's one of the encampment and the ocean:
whew, the last favorite visit (which is actually my favorite one) was with a group of people organizing against a mega-dam "La Parota" that was to be built in their region. This dam would have flooded several municipalities upstream, displacing farmers and communities and would have cut off the water supply for those downstream, effectively displacing them too because they could no longer grow food to eat. and if all that isn't bad enough, the benefits of the dam were not going to help the communities around the area, but was going to be sold to California. so people can watch their TVs 6 hours a day. Bullshit.
they organized in opposition to the dam for several years, and it was a huge struggle. 4 people died, many were thrown in jail, and others were beaten by the police. the CFE, which is the electrical commission here, infiltrated their ejido council meetings and set up police barricades so people who opposed the dam couldn't participate. They forged people's signatures who had died, couldn't write, or migrated to the United States. Its a really long story, but even with all of this deception and lying by the government, in 2007 they stopped their effort to build the dam. The organizers, who are actually just farmers and community members, spoke very strongly about water being life, the earth granting food, and the history and culture that is rooted deep in their land. Each person said something to this effect: "We are willing to die defending what is ours, our woods, our water, and our land." They also said that they are not opposed to development, only a development that rips them away from their land and their culture. They want development of their lands so they can keep working them.
What impacted me most about this visit was that they were extremely wary of letting a group of people from the United States on to their land and to share with them their story. We were still welcomed and they fed us lunch before the talk, but this is the first time that we had experienced a welcome that did not grant us a privileged status because we came from the United States, in fact that is what made them not trust us at first. They asked us why we came, why we wanted to listen to them, and we all responded. Through these responses -- that we want to work for social change, that we want to organize in our own communities, that we hope to have the same strength that they did -- we gained their trust, which felt extremely gratifying. At the end, they took us to see the Papagayo River (the one which would have been flooded) which I think was a really good sign that we had gained their trust, because they wanted to share their most valuable resource with us.
also, there was amazing graffiti and murals in the community and along the roads as we drove by. phrases such as "La tierra no se vende. Se ama y se defiende." (The land is not for sale. Love it and defend it). or "Zapata vive, la lucha sigue." (Zapata lives, the struggle continues). Here are some pictures:
(hell yeah.. I'm sure this was intentionally over Coke's name, as a symbol of outside impositions and corporate America)
and just one last picture to leave you with a beautiful image of the coast:
Sunday, March 30, 2008
montanas
first things first, some pictures from the hike in Amatlan:
this is us walking through a canyon named Tepexi (I think thats how you spell it) which was a site of campesino resistance against the Mexican army in the 1940's. The man with the hat is my host dad, Don Bonfilio, and the woman is Charlene, a Canadian and the latest addition to the family when she married the youngest brother, David about 2 months ago. Here is another view:
the mountains on either side of us:
our destination!
San Jose de Los Laureles grows a large amount of nopal (catus) that you eat in traditional Mexican dishes.
the feria for San Jose de Los Laureles. We went in the church to pay respects to the patron saint, and it smelled thickly of flowers. mmm
I'll write about Costa Chica a bit later, or else this post will get extremely long.
peace
this is us walking through a canyon named Tepexi (I think thats how you spell it) which was a site of campesino resistance against the Mexican army in the 1940's. The man with the hat is my host dad, Don Bonfilio, and the woman is Charlene, a Canadian and the latest addition to the family when she married the youngest brother, David about 2 months ago. Here is another view:
the mountains on either side of us:
our destination!
San Jose de Los Laureles grows a large amount of nopal (catus) that you eat in traditional Mexican dishes.
the feria for San Jose de Los Laureles. We went in the church to pay respects to the patron saint, and it smelled thickly of flowers. mmm
I'll write about Costa Chica a bit later, or else this post will get extremely long.
peace
Sunday, March 23, 2008
me voy caminando
whoa, I'm in Cuernavaca for one night -- back from Amatlan today and to Costa Chica tomorrow, but I wanted to update on my spring break before it got too late.
I arrived in Amatlan on tuesday, thinking I would just stay for 3 days and 2 nights, but ended up staying until sunday afternoon. Just that I was able to stay for that long, and that they wanted me to stay for that long is testament to this family's generosity and kindness. I feel really honored to get to know them because they are really good people -- hard workers, loving family members, keepers of indigenous culture, and people that care about justice, the environment, and the well-being of all people. The first week, and now this week too I was incredibly welcomed into their family, and last night Don Bonfilio commented that its like he has another daughter. And I really enjoy staying with them, because to me that it what Mexico is, for real, and I learn so much more by being with a family and participating in their every day actions and traditions.
Wednesday we hiked through a pass in the mountains (even though it was through a pass, there was still a lot of scrambling up rocks) to San Juan de los Laureles, a town on the other side of the mountains that was celebrating its patron saint's feast day. The hike (they call hiking "caminando" or walking, which is pretty different in my book, but i like that they use that word) was beautiful as we went through with mountains on each side of us. luckily there were a lot of trees, which provided shade. all along the route there were crosses placed there by other hikers to signify something that happened in that region. I'm going to add pictures later, but right now my camera is packed away.
we got to San Jose de los Laureles, got startled by fireworks, touched the statue of the patron saint and ATE. apparently what people do at these festivals is go to everyone's house that is your relative, or that you know one of their relatives and they will serve you food. luckily, we only had two houses to go to, but they both gave us two plates of food, plus more mole to bring home. I was so full, but you really have to eat the food as a sign of respect. actually, thats something that I had trouble with for a good amount of the week. i would eat so i wasn't hungry anymore, but then the family would be like, here's more food, eat! and I would say, I'm so full, I can't. but I think sometimes they interpret that as, I don't like your food. so thats something I have to feel out a lot of the time. the festival was a lot of fun... the kids rode rides, we listened to music and talked, and then one of the brothers came to pick us up so we didn't have to walk back with our tired legs and full stomachs. again, generosity is a main theme here -- families provide everyone else with a full meal, and then when it is Amatlan's turn for their festival, the roles are turned around and my family will provide food for everyone that comes to their house.
this stay was great because I got to know all of the family better, met more people that I didn't know, and made genuine friends. Pepe, one of the brothers, is going to Canada in two days and will be there for six months. even tough i do not live in canada, nor can he come to the US without a visa that is impossible to get, I gave him all of my contact information in case there was any way I could possibly help. that it one of the hardest things to know after receiving so much from this family, is that it is really hard for me to return the favor because it is really hard for them to get into the United States, and then travel to find me, even if just to visit. a visa to get to the US is really expensive, and so is the cost of a coyote to get across without documents. so anyway, i really hope he accepts my offer and contacts me, even if it is just to talk.
again, I was really sad to leave. They kept asking me, when are you coming back? Are you going to stay for longer next time? Which was really nice to hear, because I thought that I stayed for a long time over this break, but I definitely did not wear out my welcome and they at least feel similarly to me. I am going to try and go back in a week for a wedding in the town, but there is no way that I will be able to stay for another longer amount of time, unless it is in the summer.
all in all, it was an amazing spring break, and I felt like I really got a chance to know more Mexican people, which is hard to do when you are with a bunch of US students. I like the people in the group, but it was good to get away and be a part of real Mexican life, for a change.
I arrived in Amatlan on tuesday, thinking I would just stay for 3 days and 2 nights, but ended up staying until sunday afternoon. Just that I was able to stay for that long, and that they wanted me to stay for that long is testament to this family's generosity and kindness. I feel really honored to get to know them because they are really good people -- hard workers, loving family members, keepers of indigenous culture, and people that care about justice, the environment, and the well-being of all people. The first week, and now this week too I was incredibly welcomed into their family, and last night Don Bonfilio commented that its like he has another daughter. And I really enjoy staying with them, because to me that it what Mexico is, for real, and I learn so much more by being with a family and participating in their every day actions and traditions.
Wednesday we hiked through a pass in the mountains (even though it was through a pass, there was still a lot of scrambling up rocks) to San Juan de los Laureles, a town on the other side of the mountains that was celebrating its patron saint's feast day. The hike (they call hiking "caminando" or walking, which is pretty different in my book, but i like that they use that word) was beautiful as we went through with mountains on each side of us. luckily there were a lot of trees, which provided shade. all along the route there were crosses placed there by other hikers to signify something that happened in that region. I'm going to add pictures later, but right now my camera is packed away.
we got to San Jose de los Laureles, got startled by fireworks, touched the statue of the patron saint and ATE. apparently what people do at these festivals is go to everyone's house that is your relative, or that you know one of their relatives and they will serve you food. luckily, we only had two houses to go to, but they both gave us two plates of food, plus more mole to bring home. I was so full, but you really have to eat the food as a sign of respect. actually, thats something that I had trouble with for a good amount of the week. i would eat so i wasn't hungry anymore, but then the family would be like, here's more food, eat! and I would say, I'm so full, I can't. but I think sometimes they interpret that as, I don't like your food. so thats something I have to feel out a lot of the time. the festival was a lot of fun... the kids rode rides, we listened to music and talked, and then one of the brothers came to pick us up so we didn't have to walk back with our tired legs and full stomachs. again, generosity is a main theme here -- families provide everyone else with a full meal, and then when it is Amatlan's turn for their festival, the roles are turned around and my family will provide food for everyone that comes to their house.
this stay was great because I got to know all of the family better, met more people that I didn't know, and made genuine friends. Pepe, one of the brothers, is going to Canada in two days and will be there for six months. even tough i do not live in canada, nor can he come to the US without a visa that is impossible to get, I gave him all of my contact information in case there was any way I could possibly help. that it one of the hardest things to know after receiving so much from this family, is that it is really hard for me to return the favor because it is really hard for them to get into the United States, and then travel to find me, even if just to visit. a visa to get to the US is really expensive, and so is the cost of a coyote to get across without documents. so anyway, i really hope he accepts my offer and contacts me, even if it is just to talk.
again, I was really sad to leave. They kept asking me, when are you coming back? Are you going to stay for longer next time? Which was really nice to hear, because I thought that I stayed for a long time over this break, but I definitely did not wear out my welcome and they at least feel similarly to me. I am going to try and go back in a week for a wedding in the town, but there is no way that I will be able to stay for another longer amount of time, unless it is in the summer.
all in all, it was an amazing spring break, and I felt like I really got a chance to know more Mexican people, which is hard to do when you are with a bunch of US students. I like the people in the group, but it was good to get away and be a part of real Mexican life, for a change.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Mexico D.F.
I'm on spring break! but I am not going to the beach to see other crazy americans. This past weekend I went to Mexico D.F. (Distrito Federal) with two other girls from the program, and saw a whirlwind of sites. There are so many impressive buildings and parks.. we saw a LOT of them, but there is still so much more to see and do in the city, and so I think I might go back. and next time it will be a little more relaxed because I won't be running all over the place to see as many things as possible in 2 and a half days. I'm glad that I was able to visit so many important sites, but i would have liked to take it a bit easier, and soak things in a bit more. here are a bunch of pictures from this weekend:
Cathedral
Inside the Palacio Nacional
More Diego Rivera murals! my favorite. In these murals, he put some figures of Frida Kahlo in, which is pretty cool to see, especially when you spot her amongst a bunch of other people. These are inside the Palacio Nacional.
Bellas Artes. This is where the best art performances take place. There are more murals inside, but we didn't have time to go see them. Plus I think it costs money.
A metro stop at Bellas Artes. I really like the design of this particular stop, for some reason. We took the metro a lot.. yay public transportation!
A monument dedicated to Benito Juarez... Mexican leader for Independence and the only indigenous President of Mexico.
Sidewalk art by the Zapatistas in front of the Benito Juarez monument.
The castle that Mexico's Emperor (Maximiliano) and dictator (Porfirio Diaz) lived in. In it was the presidential chair that Pancho Villa sat in and Zapata sat beside when they met in Mexico in 1914.
In the National Anthropology Museum.
Temple of the Sun at Teotihuacan. We went all the way to the top! The pyramids are really impressive and there are so many other buildings and temples surrounding them. The pyramids and other buildings were actually covered with plaster and then painted with bright colors. Can you imagine what that would look like! wow.
there are more pictures, but obviously I can't post them all.
Mexico City is filled with beautiful buildings, but its also filled with people! About 25 million people. Half of our trip consisted of seeing the sights, but during the other half we met some really cool people! I really love practicing my Spanish with people, so if random, not too shady looking people want to talk, I'll talk back. In this way traveling is great, because you can meet so many random people who are traveling or just want to practice their English with you. We ended up hanging out with a guy who is a student in Mexico City and had a really great time, talking, exchanging music and phrases in Spanish and English. so now I have a friend in Mexico City!
today I am off to visit my host family in Amatlan!
peace,
Ruth
Cathedral
Inside the Palacio Nacional
More Diego Rivera murals! my favorite. In these murals, he put some figures of Frida Kahlo in, which is pretty cool to see, especially when you spot her amongst a bunch of other people. These are inside the Palacio Nacional.
Bellas Artes. This is where the best art performances take place. There are more murals inside, but we didn't have time to go see them. Plus I think it costs money.
A metro stop at Bellas Artes. I really like the design of this particular stop, for some reason. We took the metro a lot.. yay public transportation!
A monument dedicated to Benito Juarez... Mexican leader for Independence and the only indigenous President of Mexico.
Sidewalk art by the Zapatistas in front of the Benito Juarez monument.
The castle that Mexico's Emperor (Maximiliano) and dictator (Porfirio Diaz) lived in. In it was the presidential chair that Pancho Villa sat in and Zapata sat beside when they met in Mexico in 1914.
In the National Anthropology Museum.
Temple of the Sun at Teotihuacan. We went all the way to the top! The pyramids are really impressive and there are so many other buildings and temples surrounding them. The pyramids and other buildings were actually covered with plaster and then painted with bright colors. Can you imagine what that would look like! wow.
there are more pictures, but obviously I can't post them all.
Mexico City is filled with beautiful buildings, but its also filled with people! About 25 million people. Half of our trip consisted of seeing the sights, but during the other half we met some really cool people! I really love practicing my Spanish with people, so if random, not too shady looking people want to talk, I'll talk back. In this way traveling is great, because you can meet so many random people who are traveling or just want to practice their English with you. We ended up hanging out with a guy who is a student in Mexico City and had a really great time, talking, exchanging music and phrases in Spanish and English. so now I have a friend in Mexico City!
today I am off to visit my host family in Amatlan!
peace,
Ruth
Sunday, March 9, 2008
películas
This past week I watched two inspiring films about struggles for economic and social justice. Mexico has a rich history of people uniting together to work for social change and resisting the established and oppressive order. (although often the government makes that difficult… see police brutality, corruption, and massacres)
The first film, “El casino de la selva: La defensa del patrimonio,” was actually shown in our Spanish class. The Casino de la Selva was an old casino in the 1920’s, turned into a hotel in the 50’s, and was a symbol of Cuernavaca. The hotel’s walls were covered in murals by some of the most famous Mexican muralists, including David Alfaro Siqueiros, José Reyes Meza and Benito Messeguer. Unfortunately, the Casino went bankrupt and the government ended up buying the property for $63 million. Instead of turning the tree-covered land around the Casino into a park or the casino itself into a museum, municipal president Sergio Estrada Cajigal sold the land to the United States corporation Costco for $10 million, a give-away considering its original price. With no care for the murals inside or the old trees outside, Costco began to demolish the Casino and clear the land.
this not my picture, but a picture just the same of a partially destroyed mural in the Casino de la Selva
A group of citizens under the name of Frente Civco Pro Defensa del Casino de la Selva began to organize to ask the government and Costco to stop building over an important Mexican historical site. In fact, an activist in the movie powerfully proclaimed, “They are slowly building over all of our cultural symbols and cutting down all our trees, so eventually there will be nothing to fight for anymore.” While bulldozers destroyed the building, ancient Olmec pottery was also found at the site, but the government official stated that the artifacts were not of enough value, and the building process should continue. The Frente Civco kept protesting, and during a camp-out near the building site on August 21st, 2002, police came and pushed them all out, beating people and arresting 33 activists in the process. This struggle garnered a lot of attention, but in the end the Costco was built on the site. Now, there is a museum in the Costco with a few pieces of the old murals, which would have surely been destroyed if citizens did nothing.
This example of neo-liberal growth was both a blow to Mexican cultural roots and to the small store owners around the area. Sadly, this same kind of disregard of the local community and culture still goes on. As one of the activists said, “We welcome progress, but not at the cost of our culture, history, or environment.”
Saturday was International Women’s Day and I went to the movie “La Sal de la Tierra” and a talk afterwards to commemorate the day. The movie was about a miner’s union strike in New Mexico, in which many of the workers were Mexican-Americans and they demanded equal conditions and pay with their US counterparts. The labor movement and economic justice was a big part of the movie, but so were gender roles. The wives of the miners wanted to help with the strike, but many miners didn’t think it was a woman’s place to be on the picket line or pushing scabs back where they came from. Eventually, the women did get their way because the company put out an order that it was illegal for the miners to be in the picket line, so in a citizens’ meeting the women voted to take up the signs. The men had to take care of the kids, do the laundry, and make food, and they were not very happy. The women’s actions were pivotal in winning the strike, but as the main character said at the end of the movie: they won more than just the strike, but through the process they won a new sense of gender equality.
It felt really nice going to this event, because it was a group of socially and politically people, and seemed like something I would do with my family and friends back home and at school. Like if I actually was from Mexico, this would be my community. A teacher from the program and also Juana (my internship supervisor) were there, so I felt like I was getting to know some good people in the community. The movie was at the same place that I went to see the African dance concert, and I really want to keep tabs on what is going on there, because it seems like a lot of cool stuff.
The first film, “El casino de la selva: La defensa del patrimonio,” was actually shown in our Spanish class. The Casino de la Selva was an old casino in the 1920’s, turned into a hotel in the 50’s, and was a symbol of Cuernavaca. The hotel’s walls were covered in murals by some of the most famous Mexican muralists, including David Alfaro Siqueiros, José Reyes Meza and Benito Messeguer. Unfortunately, the Casino went bankrupt and the government ended up buying the property for $63 million. Instead of turning the tree-covered land around the Casino into a park or the casino itself into a museum, municipal president Sergio Estrada Cajigal sold the land to the United States corporation Costco for $10 million, a give-away considering its original price. With no care for the murals inside or the old trees outside, Costco began to demolish the Casino and clear the land.
this not my picture, but a picture just the same of a partially destroyed mural in the Casino de la Selva
A group of citizens under the name of Frente Civco Pro Defensa del Casino de la Selva began to organize to ask the government and Costco to stop building over an important Mexican historical site. In fact, an activist in the movie powerfully proclaimed, “They are slowly building over all of our cultural symbols and cutting down all our trees, so eventually there will be nothing to fight for anymore.” While bulldozers destroyed the building, ancient Olmec pottery was also found at the site, but the government official stated that the artifacts were not of enough value, and the building process should continue. The Frente Civco kept protesting, and during a camp-out near the building site on August 21st, 2002, police came and pushed them all out, beating people and arresting 33 activists in the process. This struggle garnered a lot of attention, but in the end the Costco was built on the site. Now, there is a museum in the Costco with a few pieces of the old murals, which would have surely been destroyed if citizens did nothing.
This example of neo-liberal growth was both a blow to Mexican cultural roots and to the small store owners around the area. Sadly, this same kind of disregard of the local community and culture still goes on. As one of the activists said, “We welcome progress, but not at the cost of our culture, history, or environment.”
Saturday was International Women’s Day and I went to the movie “La Sal de la Tierra” and a talk afterwards to commemorate the day. The movie was about a miner’s union strike in New Mexico, in which many of the workers were Mexican-Americans and they demanded equal conditions and pay with their US counterparts. The labor movement and economic justice was a big part of the movie, but so were gender roles. The wives of the miners wanted to help with the strike, but many miners didn’t think it was a woman’s place to be on the picket line or pushing scabs back where they came from. Eventually, the women did get their way because the company put out an order that it was illegal for the miners to be in the picket line, so in a citizens’ meeting the women voted to take up the signs. The men had to take care of the kids, do the laundry, and make food, and they were not very happy. The women’s actions were pivotal in winning the strike, but as the main character said at the end of the movie: they won more than just the strike, but through the process they won a new sense of gender equality.
It felt really nice going to this event, because it was a group of socially and politically people, and seemed like something I would do with my family and friends back home and at school. Like if I actually was from Mexico, this would be my community. A teacher from the program and also Juana (my internship supervisor) were there, so I felt like I was getting to know some good people in the community. The movie was at the same place that I went to see the African dance concert, and I really want to keep tabs on what is going on there, because it seems like a lot of cool stuff.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
la maquila
On Monday I met with Juana de los Angeles, who is going to be my internship supervisor. I think she does a lot of different things with her time, but one thing that she does is work with women that work in the maquiladoras nearby and form women's groups to talk about what is going on in their jobs and their health. One of the big health problems that comes from working in a maquila is low calcium levels, because people are sitting all day and don't get to move around. That, coupled with poor diet makes young women have similar calcium levels to a 75 year old woman living and working in the countryside.
we visited the maquiladora earlier in the semester with her and learn about the working conditions and salary and all that. I don't have the facts in front of me, but it will suffice to say that they are low, and workers are paid by the piece so if they mess up for some reason, they take in all the negative consequences. The maquiladora that we visited made bathing suits. they were actually for the 2009 season, because the swimsuits for this summer are being shipped to stores right now. they make bathing suits that are sold in Macy's, Bloomingdales, JC Penny, etc. maquilas got started before NAFTA and are in their own tax-free production zone. all the material is sent in from the US and everything has to go back, even the little thread scraps all over the floor. it would be more expensive to keep a swimsuit in Mexico because of the taxes that will be imposed on it, rather than ship it all the way back to the US.
on Monday I went back to this same maquila with her because she has a relationship with the human resources people there. we are planning to have cine (movie) nights with groups of people and then talk a little bit after the movie about the themes in the movie or whatever else. then after we have a good group and people know us, we can help them do a small project. Last time they did a small brochure that was like a comic that dealt with education and relationship issues. the funny thing to me is that we pretty much have to hold the movie on company property. from Juana's past experience, people will not come if they have to spend time and money on transportation to another place. Even if the workers have a good relationship with management, I know that being on company property will change what workers have to say about the company. at least in the US that’s an issue, and I would assume in Mexico it would be the same. so we'll see. I hope that we can draw people in and form a group, then maybe move off company property..??
unions here are really interesting, because they are SUPER corrupt. they are institutionalized in the government somehow (I should check exactly how) which does ensure longevity but with that comes too much security, i think. The unions for many years, the unions were linked with the PRI, which is the political party that held power for 70 years straight. the heads of unions get a lot of money, and often don't have the interests of the workers in mind. There are some good independent unions, but they have to be independent of the whole system, and that’s really hard to organize.
now here are some pictures that have nothing to do with what I just wrote:
This is the street that I live on. The house that I live in is called "Casa Verde," as you can see by the green tiles.
these are some pictures of the other students in the group, if you are interested who I am making friends with :)
love
Ruth
we visited the maquiladora earlier in the semester with her and learn about the working conditions and salary and all that. I don't have the facts in front of me, but it will suffice to say that they are low, and workers are paid by the piece so if they mess up for some reason, they take in all the negative consequences. The maquiladora that we visited made bathing suits. they were actually for the 2009 season, because the swimsuits for this summer are being shipped to stores right now. they make bathing suits that are sold in Macy's, Bloomingdales, JC Penny, etc. maquilas got started before NAFTA and are in their own tax-free production zone. all the material is sent in from the US and everything has to go back, even the little thread scraps all over the floor. it would be more expensive to keep a swimsuit in Mexico because of the taxes that will be imposed on it, rather than ship it all the way back to the US.
on Monday I went back to this same maquila with her because she has a relationship with the human resources people there. we are planning to have cine (movie) nights with groups of people and then talk a little bit after the movie about the themes in the movie or whatever else. then after we have a good group and people know us, we can help them do a small project. Last time they did a small brochure that was like a comic that dealt with education and relationship issues. the funny thing to me is that we pretty much have to hold the movie on company property. from Juana's past experience, people will not come if they have to spend time and money on transportation to another place. Even if the workers have a good relationship with management, I know that being on company property will change what workers have to say about the company. at least in the US that’s an issue, and I would assume in Mexico it would be the same. so we'll see. I hope that we can draw people in and form a group, then maybe move off company property..??
unions here are really interesting, because they are SUPER corrupt. they are institutionalized in the government somehow (I should check exactly how) which does ensure longevity but with that comes too much security, i think. The unions for many years, the unions were linked with the PRI, which is the political party that held power for 70 years straight. the heads of unions get a lot of money, and often don't have the interests of the workers in mind. There are some good independent unions, but they have to be independent of the whole system, and that’s really hard to organize.
now here are some pictures that have nothing to do with what I just wrote:
This is the street that I live on. The house that I live in is called "Casa Verde," as you can see by the green tiles.
these are some pictures of the other students in the group, if you are interested who I am making friends with :)
love
Ruth
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