GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT
Ghosts of Christmas Present
The following is an Email message written by Maria Darlington, a resident of North Carolina, who has lived and traveled extensively in Chiapas for many years.
After releasing this account of the funeral for victims of Acteal, Ms. Darlington was summoned by the Immigration authorities in San Cristóbel and deported from Mexico.
December 25, 1997, Christmas Day: Acteal, Municipality of Chenalho, Chiapas, Mexico. When the procession arrived at the small hamlet of Acteal in the highlands of Chiapas at 8:00 Christmas morning, the Maya men were digging the first of two 50 foot long graves. They had cleared away coffee bushes and cut down banana trees and constructed shelters of branches and banana leaves, to shade the women, children and visitors, including Bishop Samuel Ruiz, from the growing heat of the morning sun.
The men continued to dig as Bishop Ruiz and his assistants prepared for the Funeral Mass. The men dug as other Maya carried the coffins on their backs from the trucks on the road fown the steep, rough mountain path, through coffee trees to the area that was cleared and carefully smoothed to receive the dead with dignity. They dug as the 15 small, white coffins were carefully placed side-by-side before Don Samuel. They dug as the 21 more coffins, containing the bodies of the women, were carried down and placed beside those of the children. Then 9 more coffins, holding the remains of the men, were carried down and placed beside those of the women. Each coffin was identified with a strip of masking tape on which was written simply, "#1 niño", "#2 niña", "#16 adulto fem.", "#39 adulto masc."
The men dug while the survivors chanted ancient Mayan lamentations. They dug while Don Samuel, or "Tatic" as he is affectionately called by the Indians, said Mass and blessed the bodies. They dug while the families put a white chrysanthemum on each coffin and sprinkled yellow, chrysanthemum petals on the children's coffins.
They dug while government employees typed the death certificates on ancient typewriters under the burning sun.
They dug while the coffins were opened, one by one, for the families to identify the remains. I watched from a distance as some foreign journalists and photograpers staggered away from the open coffin overcome by the stench of a body in its third day of decay. (Embalming is not a custom among the very poor. In normal circumstances the body is buried within 24 hours.) It was not possible to Identify the bodies torn by machetes.
The Red Cross had found many of the bodies hacked in pieces and thrown in the underbrush in an attempt to hide the immensity of the crime. The assassins cut open the abdomen of a young, pregnant woman, tore her unborn baby from the womb and cut it up. A baby less than one year old survived because her mother covered her with her own body and received all the bullets. One baby was shot in the head at close range.
A survivor, who witnessed some of the genocide said that as women and children fled down the steep mountain path toward the valley, armed men shot them from behind. Forensic reports from Tuxtla Gutierrez, the capital of Chiapas where the remains were taken for examination, concur that most of the women and children were shot in the back, and the back of the head. Some who reached the underbrush by the river below were discovered by the assassins when the babies' cries gave them away.
The killing went on for almost five hours on that black Monday, Dec. 22, 1997, while dozens of armed Civil Guards stood on the road above and did nothing.
A physician in one hospital in San Cristobal de las Casas, who calls himself Dr. Gomez, said that he had never seen such large bullet wounds. "They look as though something had exploded inside the body." Anti-personnel bullets, that do explode on impact, were found at the scene. The arms have been identified as M-16s, used exclusively th the Mexican Army.
Twenty-five more victims are hospitalized, some in serious condition. The youngest survivor is a baby less than one year old. Many children have been left orphaned. Two little boys were found on Dec. 24, alive in a cave near the scene of the slaughter. There are still 3 people missing from the group of 300 refugees that were attacked by men in black, with red masks, who call themselves "Máscara Roja." There are uncounted walking wounded who have returned to Acteal.
As the small Mayan men continued to dig, they began to disappear into the depths of the grave they were digging, behind the mound of dirt made as they shoveled. The men dug as the bishop left. They were still digging at 12:30 PM when I climbed the steep mountain path to my truck, filled with Mexican and foreign friends – all supporters of the Mayan struggle for peace and justice with dignity for all the poor of the world.
We left the men digging. We left the survivors to their grief. We left the "People of the Corn" to bury their dead according to the ancient, Mayan traditions. We left them to return their dead to the sacred ground, the same ground that soaked up their blood three days earlier.
— Maria Darlington
from San Cristóbel de Las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico. December 25, 1997 NEWSLETTER CONTENTS