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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

the hike that kills...


I posted this originally a couple of weeks back. I had to make some changes and, I guess, didnt repost it until now.



So I recently came back from a 6 day accompaniment journey to a remote village called Mulatos about 16 miles to the north east of La Union. Mulatos is the site of the 2005 massacre in which community leader and ideologue, Luis Eduardo Guerra, his wife, his son an two other community members were murdered, dismembered and buried alongside the river by paramilitary groups. Since then, the village was vacated and has slowly re populated as people come back from displacement. In addition, the peace community has made Mulatos its future center of operations, both because of its memorial importance and because of its geographic centrality amongst the villages of the peace community.


Me and my teammate, Isaac, were to accompany the president of the peace community´s council first to the community villages in the department of Cordoba, where we were to meet up with other members, and then to Mulatos where we would join delegations from all of the villages that make up the peace community. In total, about 200 community members (along with about 30 people from a peace community in Portugal called Tamera, and several others from Israel, Palestine, Holland and Germany) gathered for the regular Assembly, during which, community leaders from the various regions would bring up problems in their regions and here about potential solutions. In addition, the community´s leaders, including those providing ideological and political direction from the cities, held workshops and lectures on topics ranging from community ideals, to sustainable agriculture and political aims. During these two days, the community ate together, (they slaughtered and butchered an entire cow…see the picture of the cow´s feet on the roof) sleeps together (in very tight arrangements) and plays together (mostly consisting of the swimming hole in the nearby river, joke sessions in the kitchen and campfires with music at night) In all, it was reminiscent of church summer camp, but for a bunch of largely non-religious peace activists.

As accompaniers and in accordance with the agreement FOR has with the community, Isaac and I are prohibited from directly participating in their internal meetings unless we are specifically invited. This means that during the day while the community members are meeting from 6am-6pm, Isaac and I had very little to do. We would meet with people during meals to get our own information about the status if the villages that are usually difficult to get a hold of, but largely, we sat around, read and watched the community interact. While at first the whole event did feel like summer camp that, from my point of view, promised to be pretty boring, I ended up appreciating being there more than I could have thought.

I started this job with, what I liked to think of as, a healthy dose of skepticism. Not only about the Colombian Conflict and the press surrounding it, but about everything...even the complete veracity of the peoples’ stories. It wasn’t that I didn’t think the stories occurred, or that I doubted the armed actors have committed several atrocities, or even that the government has done many things to completely destroy trust with the country´s rural population. Rather it was that I never really let the true gravity of such things, like witnessing a massacre that was orchestrated by the military you thought was protecting you, really sink in. As a result, I found myself focusing on things like the use of the word ´massacre´ and debating whether or not that was really appropriate...(really? was it a massacre or just a murder?) Or, I cynically focused on the feeling, which everyone was quietly talking about, that the members´ devotion to the founding ideals of the peace community were starting to falter as things in Colombia have been improving, albeit slowly. This always raised the question of what happens to the peace community when there is no longer the threat of violence to bind the people together? How can the community continue? In my mind, this painted a picture of a dying community with not much chance of lasting past this current generation.

My view of the community changed these past few days because I got to witness the community actually wrestling with them. I am not lying when I say that the hike is killer. It is 8-10 hrs of walking strait up and down mountains on trails covered in three feet of mud so sticky it is like cement if you let you foot rest for longer than 15 seconds, but so slippery that if you go too fast you´ll find yourself half-way down the hill you just spent 45 minutes trying to climb. Yet, despite all that, it was important enough to these people to be able to meet with fellow community members, exercise what it means to be a part of this peace community and to remind themselves that they are part of something larger than their fincas or families. There are some serious problems that led to some serious arguments that even resulted in serious departures from the community. While discordance is present in the community, harmony is not what makes this social experiment great...but rather the fact that people make serious sacrifices to work with others to achieve security a better political future.

I was really excited to see this happen and for the first time really felt that I was working alongside something truly exceptional.

To top that off, I was also able to talk to some of the community´s most highly regarded, and thus most highly physicall- threatened, leaders. Late into the night, we sat and listened as these leaders, whom are way too serious to ever exaggerate, told, in vivid detail, about the three massacres that have occurred over the past 15 years. They described paramilitary troops entering their communities, taking everyone from their homes, separating out a few leaders and executing them point blank in front of everyone, even children. Or they waded through the story of trying to resist or hide, but the paramilitaries broke down doors, fired at people as they ran or found people in their hiding spots. I don’t know how to relate the feeling to you, but something clicked that night. I had come to know these people in as community politicians, mothers and fathers like any other, never really thinking how unlike any other mother, father or politician their experiences make them.


It is still impossible for me to truly understand that horror, but what I did begin to understand that night was how horrifying it is to me that my mind, which has been exposed to article after article and movie after movie describing things as violent as the Rwandan Genocide, cannot process their experiences enough to develop the emotions that must have resulted from watching their neighbors get executed. It terrifying to me that the pain they suffered is so deep that I will never understand it. It is out of my league, like the expanse of outer-space or the rationalization of faith.

Now, when I think of the community and the Colombian context in which it exists, I still am skeptical about things like who’s to blame for what, or who is telling the truth or what news source is biased and how, but what I am not skeptical about is the complete and utter veracity of these people´s stories. As a result, I am much more confident that this community has the memory and the momentum to continue to work together to develop tools and activities that will hold the community together long after the violence as subsided.

I guess NOW I have a HEALTHY dose of skepticism.

5 comments:

  1. How eloquent. The hike sounds horrific -- the REAL Bataan Death March that I'm glad you didn't try to take me on -- but it sounds like the exoperience was memorable. Just make sure you keep safe.

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  2. Loved your article but I'm having trouble posting a response, so I'm trying anonymous.

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  3. Hey, it worked! I'll tell other people to use "anonymous" now. What I tried to post earlier was a comment about how I'm glad that, because of your experience, you can now trust the people with whom you work - you no longer doubt the veracity of their stories and you know that they have sufered greatly. And, even though you lack the capacity to understand (or feel) their suffering and pain, you can relate to them with honest love and compassion. I think that's very valuable...........

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  4. Jon -
    The "anonymous" postings were mine.
    Love,
    Mom

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  5. Hey Jonny!

    I have enjoyed reading your blog and your pics of your vacation are beautiful! I'm sure you needed a few days of rest and relaxation in what appears to be heaven on earth.

    I had to write you back about this particular blog, because I very much get what you're saying. I've often thought the same thing...not did the genocide, or Holocaust happen? But, to what extent? I read a book called Machete Season this summer and the book was basically an interview with some of the killers during the genocide in Rwanda. I have never had a physiological response to a book like that before. I was actually sick to my stomach on several occassions, but any questions I may have had about what massacres entale, or the type of emotion and sheer terror it inflicts on the victims was answered in that book. I thought it was well done and there are pictures of the characters in the back of the book so you can put a face to each killer. They truely thought that they were just doing their jobs and looked like anyone else you may see in a village or on the street. Which may have given me more questions about how humans are able to do such acts against other humans, but that's a whole other topic.

    I can't imagine what amount of suffering those people you work alongside have had to endure, but I have an amazing amount of respect for their strength and perseverence for a better life and future.

    I may not ever be able to understand what a massacre "feels" like and pray I never will, but I definatley don't doubt that it happened, happens, and probably will happen again.

    What an awesome thing you get to be a part of Jon. You are helping make a difference, and are so important to them. I will live vicariously through your blogs...wishing I could make that hellish trip up the mountain with you...mud, muck, and all!

    Be careful, and see you at xmas!!

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