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This paper was first presented by Miguel Huezo in Spanish and has been
translated by Marivic Wyndham. Jorge Avalos also made valuable
contributions to the English translation of this text.
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witness, if indeed there were one, would experience during the civil war. Though
have been in the presence of a chilling it may seem incredible, while the jet
panorama: ten thousand square planes and the UH1H army helicopters
kilometres, way beyond what the eye shot their interminable rounds of
could see, had been left desolate, without ammunition, we would be momentarily
trace of life. For a large country, such a asleep in the trenches. It has been proven
surface, though not insignificant, that the body subjected to the stress of
represents only a small piece of its map; violence distils a certain substance which
but I ask you to imagine, just for a re-establishes some equilibrium without
moment, what this signifies in terms of which one might become insane. As they
space for an inhabitant of my country. Ten say, pain brings its own anaesthesia. It is
thousand square kilometres represents only in this way that I can explain in part
half of the surface of my country. the sleepiness of the Salvadoreans in the
Despite its severity, the eruption was face of our history.
only one of the many frequent and Let us return to our story. Several
devastating earthquakes that have taken generations had to pass before the area of
place in that land bristling with volcanoes. disaster could return to a place of
Wherever one looks, a volcano dominates habitation. It is difficult to imagine that
the horizon. For ten years those same the lead-blue sheet of water which is Lake
volcanoes, surrounded by highways, were Ilopoango, its surface now disturbed by
the sanctuaries of the guerrillas. The boat builders and motor boats, was once
principal Spanish cities in the country, the mouth of that cataclysm. Surely for
baptised with Christian names (San many years that territory was regarded as
Salvador, Santa Ana, San Miguel, San a cursed land. Little by little, new waves
Vicente), were always founded alongside of migration by groups of Mayan Indians
a volcano. They are the representation of and Mexicans began arriving at ‘ground
Vulcan, the terrible Roman blacksmith. zero’. There is evidence that around the
And of Zipacana, the choleric engineer of sixth century of the Christian era, migrants
the underworld of the maya-quiché. If we from the north and the south of the
believe in mythology, sooner or later continent began to change that awful
those volcanoes erupted due to the landscape.3 In a strict sense, the culture
devastation of the woods, which will was born of the ashes. There were built
awaken once again and their fury will be then the clay huts for the masses and the
like a revenge. They seem to be there to monumental centres with their amazing
remind us of the histories of innumerable pyramidical temples destined for the
shocks that took place long before their higher social hierarchy; weddings were
torrid interior valleys were inhabited. celebrated, and business carried on, and
But, in fact, such happenings, such as there were also wars; there were built
eruptions, earthquakes, floods, ‘sleep’ in trastos (a piece of furniture or junk) for
a security zone of the hard disk of our the kitchen and jewellery; basic grains
memory. Even the most recent seem to were cultivated and paths created. That
have been forgotten all too soon. (In the process took centuries. The last migratory
last century, there have been at least five waves came just within 300 years of the
earthquakes.) When I speak of such first Spanish expeditions of 1524
things, I am reminded of a personal originating from Guatemala. The brutality
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of that encounter finds a pale reflection spread with the speed of lightning and
in the stereotypical images of the Lienzo extinguished humans in large areas of the
de Tlaxcala, which is like the portfolios land. The tale of a cleric in 1636 is
of an unimaginative artist.4 terrifying: ‘I have seen large indigenous
Contrary to the romantic legend, populations almost destroyed after the
indigenous societies were not gardens of indigo sawmills were installed near them
delight. The social contrasts must have … Several times I have witnessed a great
been great. For example, in the place number of Indians with fever and I have
known today as San Andrés, 5 some been there when they have been taken
twenty minutes by car from the capital, from the mills for burial.’8
which flowered between the years 600– The years have passed and in ‘ground
900 of our era, of that splendour only the zero’ there has developed a culture which,
vestiges of the monumental conglomerate as if in a fatal cycle which defies the
in which the powerful lived remain. The imagination, continues to live under the
area that held the homes of the poor has signs of the diaspora and the disasters. But
not been sufficiently excavated, but it is the imagination itself which seems
archaeological researchers estimate that it stubbornly to resist leaving a fresh
was not very different to the area of bay memory of such misfortune.
huts and cane of Joya de Cerén6 (300–900 We are aware that the fountains of
of our era) which the archaeologists, with knowledge symbolic of the past express
a poor sense of scale, have named ‘the themselves principally in literary and
Pompeii of America’. In fact, that suburb pictorial ways. My argument insists that
of agriculturalists bears no resemblance at certain origins of today’s Salvadoreans
all to that opulent bathing place that is the and their identity have been shaped, and
Bay of Naples. Herein lies an unfortunate are the way they are, partly due to the
comparison. absence of elaborate forms of
The Spanish conquistadores therefore representation from the arts and literature,
found themselves in a highly hierarchical capable of spilling themselves over the
society at whose peak was found a social corpus and of creating images
complex mix of wealthy families of noble which would grant greater quality to that
titles, military chiefs and religious leaders; kind of traction which is the memory, and
and in the middle and lower classes, without which societies seem to lose their
soldiers, merchants, hunters, farmers, grip as they step on the ladder.
artisans and prostitutes. I will not enter In El Salvador there exists a kind of
into detail about the new disasters that lethargy of the arts and literature — and
accompanied the coming of the it is even worse in the field of scientific
Europeans; suffice it for the moment to research — in relation to our history of
mention the butcheries of the wars of natural calamities.
conquest, the deaths caused by forced Shouldn’t we, the writers, the painters,
labour and — worst of all — the plagues. the musicians, pause more often in those
The first century after the coming of the places of grief?
Spaniards brought about a major drop in Perhaps it is not possible for us to offer
the indigenous population.7 The country a response to such a question with the
became a death camp. Malaria, yellow tools of psychology or sociology, but
fever, measles, smallpox and tuberculosis rather, as a zahori (clairvoyant), through
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Earth itself has its own memory: those impassive perspective and amnesia that
sediments of black, white and brown we commonly assume towards them.
earth, of many textures and colourings, I want now to jump to a second
like the ‘matericas’ paintings, which can element: if in the ‘skin of the zebra’ of our
be seen in the layers of the hills traversed memory the catastrophes occupy a dark
by the highways, are the cerebral stripe, the diaspora is a grey stripe. And
circumvolutions of its memory. It has to this is thanks to the existence of at least
do with an inert knowledge which one great poem. It is not necessary that
requires long processes of excavation and there be many novels, many poems or
interpretation. The centuries that we innumerable plays, or to have hundreds
Salvadoreans hold within us could be of paintings, or to erect statues in
represented as a blend of great white remembrance of individuals, cities, events
stripes, some grey and some dark, one and martyrs. There is no doubt of the need
next to the other, like a zebra’s skin, which for such things, but one great poem where
speaks of our way of being to those with genius shines is capable of crystallising,
ears to listen. Continuing with the as does a timely gesture, the complexity
metaphor, we could say that in regard to of life and feeling. Let me offer a small part
the internalising of the catastrophe as part of that poem. It says:
of the soul of our culture, the imaginative
arts, literature, the visual arts, the theatre We were wrong
can be located in one of those dark stripes. For years and years and years we were
Whoever bothers to find it will appreciate wrong
that in an important way we lack the The blizzard the hail the violent
elaborate ways of representation that windstorms
might help us to awaken our past. The great devouring beasts
I might sound like a radical, but I Nothing could detain our steps
would argue that we can not only speak We crossed rivers
of the vulnerability of our ways but also Mountains
of the vulnerability of our imagination. Abysms of terror
And this should not be understood as a Peaks which no one had attempted
gratuitous reproach. Evasion is a means before
by which the imagination grips the Mighty deserts
complex reconstruction of emotional Nothing could detain our steps
texture. The imagination does not usually On the earth and stone we left deep
admit criticisms, but I would like to prints
conclude this part of my discussion by By the sea we strode
saying that the concentrated light which Over the high hills
the arts and literature cast over the realities We walked by day
of life, and in this case, over tragedy, are By night
the vital kinds of contestation which our Without pausing
citizens also need. I want to underscore Walking being born and walking
that we Salvadoreans are still to discover Dreaming and walking
many links with our past; one of them, as Giving birth and walking
I have tried to say, is the relationship with We walked singing and walking
the catastrophes, and the inconceivable Nothing could detain our steps
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With our home on our backs amongst the first to focus his penetrating
Burying dates gaze at the culturally and socially
Settling the dead invisible indigenous people.
… On the surface his poem speaks to us
Walking of the ancient migratory waves of the
Directly to destiny Mexican Anahuac reaching to the valleys
Walking and hills of what is today Salvadorean
Growing in hope territory, when ‘ground zero’ began once
Walking again to be populated. But it also speaks
For years and years and years walking to us of things intensely current. In reading
walking walking10 it, within a context such as the Central
Americas — and surely it would have
In the course of the history of El resonances in places such as Bosnia and
Salvador the events of which the poet Afghanistan — it is impossible not to think
speaks here have taken place on of the hundreds of Salvadoreans that at
innumerable occasions. This poem by this moment are hollowing the deserts,
Pedro Geoffroy Rivas, entitled ‘Account crossing the frontiers of the ‘free world’
of the peregrination’, contains one of those in the frontier of the United States.
nervous extremes critical in the social and The poem, in short, speaks of our
intellectual life of El Salvador. The diaspora. The diaspora has been a
emotion, the passionate adventure, the constant in Salvadorean history. Since
monotonous sense of the walk through antiquity Salvadorean land was a
unknown geographies and the rhythm of thoroughfare for indigenous groups from
the changing pulse of the experience are the north and south of the continent, it
present in this beautiful litany. formed part of an intermediate space
Of what does he speak to us? Or, more between the great pre-Columbian
to the point, of whom does he speak to civilisations and was a place of
us? intermingling of the vegetables and
Let us speak even if briefly of its animals of the north and south of the
author. Pedro Geoffroy Rivas was born continent. Its privileged position has also
early in the last century in the womb of a been the cause of some of its tragedies. It
well-to-do family. Troublemaking, has been a space dominated by four
irreverent and visionary, he was successive empires: Aztec, Spanish, British
persecuted and exiled many times more and the United States. It is difficult to
for his academic prestige as a linguist and understand El Salvador and Central
indigenous scholar than for his poetry and America without relating them to this
his vital attitude which made him into a geopolitical condition and with imperial
kind of cultural hero for many writers of logics which have ravaged its sovereignty
the generation that preceded me. The and which have always shaped our
metamorphosis of Geoffroy Rivas identities.
represents a key ‘mutation’ in Salvadorean From our relations with the United
culture. Not only because notwith- States stems, in fact, a cultural
standing his origins from a landed family phenomenon which is regarded with
he embraced radical social struggles apprehension, but which is of vital
against injustice, but also because he was importance like almost no other in the last
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century. Since the 1980s, the Salvadorean That is the idealised and false ‘garden of
diaspora to the United States has become the indigenous past’ which in popular
an altogether new and transcendental narratives appears devastated by the
agent in the economy and culture of the Spanish military expeditions; it is also the
people of El Salvador. The capital ‘garden of progress’ of the producers and
stemming from the United States, not in manufacturers of coffee, threatened by
the form of government aid towards communist aggression. To cling with our
development but rather directly from the nails and teeth to those ideas of the past
pockets of migrants for their families, is and to the political actions that derive
as important as the PIB (Producto Interno from it, is one of the sources of our present
Bruto). Our cities, as a reflection, are a difficulties.
replica of ‘gringolandia’. North American The modern migrants are turning that
pop music is played in bands at private nostalgia into wet paper. That garden a
and social occasions: in the courtship of long time ago proved incapable of feeding
couples, in the rites of passage (the its mourners. In fact, the region around the
celebration of the fifteenth birthdays for capital receives annually an influx of some
girls and graduations) and in mass 20 000 migrants from the interior where
celebrations (national holidays and opportunities for work or even for
political campaigns). survival are significantly lower. That
The construction of that we call the movement assumed dramatic numbers
‘cultural imaginary’, traditionally rooted during the eleven years of the civil war.
in historical, religious, ethnic and The migration away from the country,
territorial peculiarities and in a common which some analysts graphically termed
tongue, have simply changed. El Salvador an ‘expulsion of manual labour’, has a
literally has its gaze on the North. Many long history. One of the most moving
of our symbolic representations stem from stories of our literature, written by
there. Curiously, with all the implications Salarrue at the start of the last century,
of this phenomenon for the present and deals with the journey of an old man and
future of our country, there still does not a child through the mountains of
exist a centre for the study of migrations. Honduras’ Chamelecon, carrying with
Through the migrants established in them a phonograph.12 And one of the most
Los Angeles and New York, in El Salvador popular poems of Salvador’s
there are emerging new identities which revolutionary era, in the second half of the
contradict the idea of an identity founded twentieth century, by Roque Dalton,13
exclusively on ‘national‘ values. Let me celebrates the deeds of Salvadoreans in
linger a moment longer on this point. foreign lands. Salvadorean migrants
Once again, if we pause to examine penetrating the Honduran mountains or
the ‘images of the Salvadorean past’, that constructing magnificent works of
is, the foundations of knowledge of our engineering in Panama, or illegally
being as a society, we would realise the crossing the frontier with the United
course of our feelings speak always — and States, is not much different to that of
I am here going to use an expression of which Geoffroy Rivas’ poem speaks:
the geographer David Browning11 — of a ‘walking through the deserts … with the
‘well cultivated garden’, whose splendour sun on our backs … with the sun on our
has been spoiled by successive invaders. eyes … ’ The diaspora has found its
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we hold the butter-like sheet of paper of which the Salvadorean memory will turn
Salvadorean literature, the vision we to. The dramas of the migration of men
behold will be inevitably diffuse, and women farmers who abandoned
contradictory and in many ways rich. their places before the hurricane of the
Based on some contemporary war, as well as the vicissitudes of the
Salvadorean stories, Cortez suggests migrants to North American cities, are
several metaphors with which to already being drawn in some of these
approach the dislocated cultural works.
identities. I am naturally suspicious of Surely the period before us holds new
theory in relation to literature and the arts, challenges for us. Our insistence on
especially because I hold the view that in knocking on doors that all too frequently
most cases those word games and artificial are closed before us, but which also open,
constructions of models tend to make has perhaps come to characterise us as a
sterile an approach that, above all, is people who, in whatever latitude,
profoundly emotional and intuitive. And exercises its right to be, live and work.
yet I believe that in works such as this and Hatred and fear are what defeat the
others, like those of Rafael Lara Martinez migrant; we who travel the world as
and Silvia Lucinda Castellanos, academics guests or fugitives with the blue
of Salvadorean origin who hold chairs in Salvadorean passport, know this all too
North American universities, have begun well. Because of its history, its culture, its
a dialogue between artists and academics, identity, El Salvador should become a
which hopefully will serve to feed those major force in the study of migrations and
two poles of knowledge through the take part in international initiatives which
language as a source of knowledge. bring protection to the nomads of the
The challenges for the arts and world. This is why, our children, like an
literature are immense. Sometimes there endless current — and if things continue
emerge insufferable stereotypes, of the as they are, our children’s children — as
kind good versus bad, or migrants versus much as our grandparents, one good day
the police. It is always this way. In The will close the door behind them and head
Diáspora,16 a novel by Horacio Castellanos for the paths of the diaspora. To the North
Moya, is launched more of an ironic gaze or to the South, whatever. What is a fact is
at the desolate world of the Salvadorean that the fatal cycle of our culture will have
exiles in Mexico City in the years of the been completed. And when in twenty or
civil war, and here is exposed the scourge one hundred years, a volanic eruption or
of opportunism which is cultivated in the a new development of the tectonic plagues
name of humanist values. Naturally, not beneath our feet destroys the dreams of a
all literary expressions prompted by the whole society, we will hopefully be in a
world of migration contain ‘the genius’ better position to respond to the question
of which I have just spoken. We cannot which lies at the base of this long
condescend to mediocrity. But even in disquisition of mine about the fugitive
that ‘literature without genius’, memory:
descriptive, with stylistic demands,
without substantive characters, attached ‘Why does the imagination follow
to the methodologies of testimony, there impotently the frenetic rhythm of the lines
have begun to be produced some images in the seismographs of our tragedy?’
of our present identity, the sediments of
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