THE INSURGENCE of
CHAN SANTA CRUZ
BOOK NINE:
BOOK of the JAGUAR PRIEST
CHAPTER
FOUR
Silvestro Kaak returned to the
city of ruins with this counsel and, in seven days, there came a delegation
from Dolores Cituk, under truce, bearing the latest
words of Cituk's Cross. Such letters of the Cross
habitually ran to several pages and contained detailed instructions for the Cruzob to follow and, in this at least, the first part of
the letter was typical. The Christians were ordered to carry the doors and
windows from the abandoned settlement at Bacalar
north to Dzonot Guardia for Bacalar,
like Santa Cruz del Bravo, was a detestable place, occupied and profaned by
Mexicans and tenanted, now, by Don del Muerte.
Again,
worldly orders were detailed, a list of penalties proscribed for those who
incorrectly recited their prayers, adulterers, for those who traded chicle
without the authority of Cituk. Sanctions such as
this last began appearing only when control of the trade withered after Bravo,
owing to the ignorance and indifference of the Mexican Generals following him.
Instead of paying one tax on the kilogram to Bravo, a chiclero
would settle with the Cruzob of the region and, if an
area was contested, might have to pay two or three jefes. It was no wonder,
then, that fighting between the sublevados and
smugglers commonly broke out or that formerly lucrative portions of the
territory were abandoned as politically unstable.
The
conclusion of Cituk's letter, however, indicated that
the hand of Miguel Chankik had not rested.
"This
is what I say to you, my Christian comrades, that I, Juan de la Cruz, who is
beyond question, may keep my tongue and my witness as I walk and wait, but
judge not until my day has arrived. That, in the person of the silent cross of
Santa Cruz del Bravo, which has been made unholy by the Mexicans, I hold my
observances and, with my right hand, name Dolores Cituk
as the patron of the Speaking Cross while, with my left, I order Silvestro Kaak... of that same
Santa Cruz... be made guardian of the Silent Cross. And, with my right hand, I
decree a road be opened from San Pedro to Kopchen,
but that the Mexican proposal to construct a school in Xmaben
be rejected."
And so
forth.
This,
with two letters which followed before the end of November, came to be known as
Letters of the Silent Cross, and their effect was to reverse the migration out
of Santa Cruz. Its population climbed, again, to forty and, by the first of the
new dzulob year, to sixty souls. Further, it made the
heart of Silvestro less hard against Dolores Cituk and those far more numerous followers of the older
chief sympathetic to those who had reclaimed the ancestral city in the face of
the evil winds that surely inhabited it. Some younger jefes resented Silvestro all the more, but the orders of Cituk's Cross were followed, if only as a temporary
alternative to civil war.
It was
a good time to make peace. Most of the chicle monterias
had been abandoned and some were taken over, now, by the soldiers of Cituk or Silvestro Kaak, or those of May or Lupe Tun
or Juan Bautista Vega. Silvestro personally selected
subcontractors from Mexico and Belize to reopen the monterias,
including a mulatto and an Englishman with great moustaches who instructed him
in the language and virtues of King George, besides the necessity of never,
ever trusting Germans. He kept their taxes for Santa Cruz but imposed none on
the laborers; a substantial benefit... for a good man could earn three hundred
pesos monthly during the season. Peddlers began returning to the territory and
the sale of clothes and luxuries flourished and, at length, a Mexican proposed
that a store be reestablished in the ruined city. A tax upon its sales would be
paid to the Jefe Politico, and a rental for a building in useful condition...
and this drew Silvestro's eye towards the old church.
The house of the Silent Cross occupied only a small shrine on the altar.
"That
will be your store," he pointed, offering to the Mexican as much of the
nave and choir as he wished "but you must clean it." Of course Silvestro reckoned that the merchant would be distraught at
this condition and go elsewhere, but so many chicleros
and their families had settled in and around Santa Cruz (and so fierce was the
fighting across the rest of the Republic!) that the man thought it better to
remain in Quintana Roo and struggle with the
accumulated grime of the years of its prison colony than to go elsewhere to
face the bullets of Carranza, Villa, Obregon, Zapata and the rest of the
contending armies.
The
operation of the store was, at first, a haphazard affair... and the prices high
because of the necessity of goods to be carried by mules from Peto or Vigia Chico. Eventually Silvestro ordered that the railroad tracks be repaired but,
as there was no engine, mules were set to pull flatcars from the port city, a
journey still tedious and time-consuming, complicated by the vagaries of
commerce between Vigia Chico and the war-buffeted
world outside. During the height of that chicle season, with plenty of money in
the pockets of chicleros, all that the store
possessed was a pyramid of tins of banking soda added to the relics of the
occupation, wooden crosses, chipped, scarred images of saints and British tea.
A travelling doctor, another fugitive of the Revolution, became the second
occupant of the church when Silvestro, despondent
over the meager taxes that the sale of banking soda generated, ordered the
merchant to share his space. After this doctor came a missionary from Ohio who
first asked to establish a school. Silvestro
disallowed this, but proposed the man stay on to sell his tracts so long as
they were of the Protestant or "Evangelico"
persuasion and not the Catolico propaganda of the
Mexicans. Next, American and British chicle agents petitioned to rent offices
with a supply of coins and scales for the weighing of the wares of the chicleros so, by the end of the year, the cathedral was
once again the commercial hub of the territory. Only that one prohibition Silvestro declared... against the wearing of shoes,
transmitted through the Speaking Cross of Dolores Cituk...
and the temple of the Silent Cross atop the altar remained of the
ecclesiastical origins of the building.
Although
the foreigners' New Year was without meaning to the mazehualob,
Silvestro authorized the British and the newly
arrived American representative of the Wrigley Company to hold a celebration
with champagne and fireworks and gifts for the children. These were men of the
world; Silvestro strained to follow their English
conversations about wars in Belgium... which he remembered, even now, for the
aging but still accurate rifle of Armando Feliz...
and of Mexico where Carranza's armies continued to gain at the expense of Villa
and Zapata. The small foreign community of Santa Cruz alleged that all of the gente decente of
Mexico not swinging from trees were swinging towards the First Chief with his
reasonable voice and thin, sorrowful eyes behind blue tinted glasses, his great
belly like the beloved Saint Nicholas and his Reyista
origins... all in all, a far more reassuring fellow than his rivals, barbarians
and bandits all! Businessmen, who had sought excuses to absent themselves over
the months since Huerta's fall, were trickling back into Mexico and, not long
after the new year was under way, the Halach Uinic of Wrigley Company entered the territory by way of
Cozumel, meeting with Peter Austin, his nervous young agent in Santa Cruz, as
well as all the substantial chiefs of Quintana Roo
including Vega, May and, finally, Cituk.
Austin,
understanding that the control of chicle would be determined by a central
location, placed more importance upon Santa Cruz del Bravo than might be
expected by its population. He had secretly argued with his jefe to save the
latter's visit with Silvestro Kaak
for the end of his journey. The fighting in Mexico had almost ruined the young
industry of chewing gum, inspiring the executives of Chicago to search out
other sources of chicle in the Far East. The previous agent, confining himself
to Cuba... save occasional forays to Progreso,
Cozumel or Belize... had despaired of the task of dealing with an ever shifting
cast of grafting savages and finally put a bullet through his head in Havana,
leaving to Austin the unenviable position of sorting out those who could be
dealt with, in the territory, from those who could not. That Silvestro and some of his entourage knew English was also
to his advantage... and a relief to Peter Austin, for his command of Spanish
was poor, his knowledge of Mayan absolutely nil, and he suspected treachery in
every transaction that required the service of interpreters. Happily, the
alliance of the two Crosses that facilitated the rehabilitation of Santa Cruz
diminished the influence of Silvestro's primary
rival, Francisco May, a jefe who cared as little for foreigners as they cared
for him.
(A few
years later, one commercial journalist visiting Quintana Roo
would dismiss May as "a General in slippers, an oily Mongolian
General", another as "the ringmaster of a particularly seedy and
brutal circus".)
Shortly
after the mat of the new and proper Mayan year was unrolled, Peter Austin
visited Silvestro in the offices once used by General
Bravo. The filth had been swept out... the eggshells and reptilian skeletons...
General Bravo's dzulob bed removed and chopped up to
be burned. The second-floor window was covered with a screen brought from Bacalar to prevent another entry of the zopilotes,
but Rivera's old mirror had been dusted and straightened in this room Silvestro had taken for his own. In the downstairs office,
Peter Austin waited with the mulatto overseer of some of the monterias, reflecting upon what had seen of the Territory's
squalor... which moved him to use choice and lofty sentiments, to open to these
wretched indians some of the
possibilities of the glamour and progress of the world beyond.
"We
of the United States, like those of my colleague from Belize and, in fact, all
nations of the English speaking world, are believers in competition," he
said. "Competition fuels our machine of progress... one man who invents
the steam engine inspiring another to develop vaccinations and a third to make
a wire through which human speech travels instantly to another's ear. This is
no common Mexican telegraph, but a miracle of our American discoveries."
Peter
Austin did not refer to schools nor science, and his dismissal of the telegraph
was deliberate. His superiors in Chicago had educated him scrupulously on the
habits and the phobias of the mazehualob.
He now
removed his hat and placed it over his breast. "But there can be a thing
such as too much competition. Tortillas with meat are good, aguardiente is
good, but too much can make pain in the stomach or the head." Silvestro nodded at this and the American continued.
"Any man may gather sap and any other offer it for sale. But with too many
buyers and sellers, each taking their piece," he warned,
" expenses increase, and cut into profits. Without profits, what
purpose is there for Wrigley to send me here to buy chicle especially with
Mexico... unlike this territory, to be sure... so poorly governed as to be unsafe?
If Wrigley cannot make profits by buying chicle, you cannot collect your
taxes."
"That
is so," Silvestro said and waited to hear more
of what this Austin had to say. He suspected it would be much, much more. Since
the dzulob New Year, travelers came... speaking,
ever, of the most recent battle between Mexicans, even the fighting in those
far off places on the other side of the mountains. He knew, of course, that
Madero's magical aspects had proven no match for Victoriano
Huerta... that Bravo's bloodthirsty Colonel would turn against his jefe at the
first opportunity was no surprise to him, and Madero had only paid the penalty
which comes to those who do not choose their friends wisely. He also knew that
Huerta had fallen... it was the drinking, he decided... and that Mexico had no
real leader, but only bandits and their followers consumed by deeds of robbery
and slaughtering each other. What happened to these people did not matter... so
long as they fought among themselves, they would leave the mazehualob
in peace.
So what
the American said next disturbed him. "The struggle is finally approaching
its end," Peter Austin said, "and the victor almost certainly will be
Carranza. And once a President is established in Mexico, this absence of
authority in the territory must come to an end. The people of Quintana Roo must choose who is to lead them and present this person
to Carranza, or it shall be done for them."
"No
Mexican sent by Carranza, or any President, shall ever rule this territory as
Bravo did. We will fight, even if it takes another decade, and we will
win."
"But
only the Governor of the territory can issue documents that will permit the
trade of chicle... openly, in competition, and with the payment of all due
taxes," Austin reminded him. "Governor Alvarado is also adamant on
this matter."
"Salvador
Alvarado is a great man," Silvestro answered
cannily, "a true friend to all of the mazehualob
as he proves by remaining in Merida. Can he provide these documents himself,
the way that he ordered the Mexicans removed from Quintana Roo?"
"Governor
Alvarado's influence may be useful, but ultimate authority rests with the
President, who almost certainly will be Carranza. When he is established in
Mexico City, he shall decide the matter and choose among the jefes who come to
him."
"Then
it must mean war," Silvestro frowned, "for
the only authority whom all of the mazehualob would
accept is Dolores Citek. But he is too old and too
sick to travel to Mexico."
"Well
I've met this fellow, and I agree," the American said. "It is up to
one of the others, then, to take this step. I'm not a Mexican," he added,
"but I've studied up on the politics and business of this place. Whoever
Carranza chooses will be Jefe Maximo, the most powerful man in all of Quintana Roo. That means... if others rise against him, he'll have
the support of the Federal army."
"Well
that would certainly mean his defeat," Silvestro
remarked, "for the army is despised here. Any of the chiefs who made a
pact with it would be regarded as traitors."
Austin drummed
his fingers on the table impatiently. These indians! He'd almost risen to go when a thought
occurred to him.
"General
Alvarado, if he supported a Jefe, would that Jefe be despised?"
"Perhaps,"
Silvestro reasoned. "Perhaps not. There are many
things which would have to be considered. Would Alvarado order the opening of a
Mexican school? His General tried that. Would Wrigley pay taxes to both
Quintana Roo and Yucatan?" he smiled. "And
Mexico? Well, at the least I would consider his advice."
"Do
more than consider," the American said. "You strike me as an honest
fellow, one whom we can do business with. But it is only fair that I say, now,
that I must deal with the one approved by Carranza. Your other chiefs here,
they know this, and they won't be idle."
Peter
Austin offered his hand but Silvestro's face had
hardened. The American remained cheerful. "I hope that we will have the
opportunity to continue to do business, one man to another."
When he
had gone, Silvestro called those of his Oficiales and asked for any man who had influence upon
Governor Alvarado to declare himself. In this way he was directed to Clarencio Pec, whose father was numbered among the jefes to
whom Alvarado returned the territory. Now this man, as with most others above
the age of two tuns... forty years... was
dead, but Clarencio remembered the General and, Silvestro hoped, the General would recognize him.
"We
will obtain the Governor's favor," plotted Silvestro,
"and, with his signature, Santa Cruz will again be restored to primacy
above the territory. There will be no need to venture further into Mexico, and
we will have returned before another jefe can take advantage of my
absence."
But Clarencio Pec had remembered
something else about Alvarado. "The Governors of Yucatan have always
desired their independence from Mexico, and that the territory be returned to
Yucatan and, also, the state of Campeche be taken and devoured too. Alvarado
stopped one of these rebellions but he is Governor now, and what if he should
start to act like any Governor of Yucatan?"
"Then
we will fight him and his Guard, the way our ancestors have fought all the
Yucatecans. I shall not return without either Alvarado's signature or his
heart."
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