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Up against the Gulf of Mexico, like the buffalo herds veering south of Corpus Christi,
two of my sisters joined my family's Warrior Society, to which we gave the name
Aatensic for our Huron-Ouendat goddess of war, to go on. It was at the water's edge. Our
herds stopped, almost. We stood on the shore, far, far away from the Great Lakes and
Hudson's Bay in the Laurentian Shield of the north, to see where Querechos (Apaches)
successfully fought the invaders for 350 years, from 1526-1886. After that, mestizos like
Pancho Villa overthrew the Spanish imperialistas and instituted a slightly better agri-
capitalism for the peons, but it was still a flood of illegal immigration pouring back and
forth over the borders of revolution. Indigenous communal organization was devastated
by all of them in their toxic water and air like everybody else, but, as my cousins and
sisters stood with me on the shores of Corpus Christi Texas, and my mother even joined
us for a while, we saw out across the Caribbean the Ixachitlatlan of a saltwater solution to
the redemption Christopher Columbus was looking for.
Mom smiled and gave us our marching orders. "C'mon, let's get some jalapeno
peppers and cheese enchiladas!"
Sailing across the streets of Laredo to Nuevo Leon, Coahuila, and Chihuahua states,
rancheros and hacendados in the solar inferno of the Sonoran Desert that looked like the
Sahara would send swarms of infantry to wear down the corporate types in the
boardrooms and cathedrals sweating in their air-conditioned "terror" of cheap labor, taco
niggers, and the Sierra tortilla Madres treasuring, destroying, the "amerikan way of life".
"This isn't 'Central America'," one Mexican told us, in Tampico. "The arrogance of
norte americanos calling themselves 'Americans'."
"Si."
"We're Mexicans or Costa Ricans or Brazilians -- "
"Or," another hombre suggested, "we're all Mestizos, as Che Guevara said."
" -- but they are the one and only Americans."
"Assholes."
"Is that a mestizo word, originally?"
"Si!"
"It's beyond comprehension."
"And the Catholic Church?"
"A European institution, forced on us."
"What's all this Church organization?" my sister Jacque asked.
"Doctrine and collegiality."
"What's all that got to do with Jesus?"
"Nada. He was very much like Dionysus who was like Osiris as a protector of children
and pregnant women. Look out across that Gulf of Mexico to the Atlantic Ocean, and
Africa beyond. We don't have much to do with Islam, here, but Africa involuntarily
exported so many slaves to the Caribbean region, including the northern countries of
South America like Venezuela and Guyana, and the slave plantations of the United
States, that some of them were Muslims. They were indigenos, Indios peoples of God, or
Allah, too, of course; Zambians and Tuareqs and Malinese, with their own religions like
the Tarahumaras here, but there was something peculiar about Muhammadanism that
blended with African ideas. Something closer to Osiris than even Muhammad himself
may have realized. There is something profoundly un-european about it, which Columbus
and Cortez could not understand."
"They didn't want to."
"My point is, it has something peculiarly in common with native culture here."
"The burial mummies at Mesa Verde look exactly like those in Giza and Cairo and the
Bahariya Oasis."
"Columbus didn't say we were Indians from India, he said Indios."
"Si, Children of God."
"Indios, not Indian. That's another european lie."
"So -- "
"In the Sierra Madre of Chihuahua State there are brujos and curanderias a lot like I
think the Berbers of North Africa. They have just discovered the Valley of the Golden
Mummies on the Libyan littoral sands near the Temple of Alexander the Great."
"Yeah, I lived there for three years," I said. "They hated the Arabs. They're not
'Arabs'. They're not Muslims. Arabs were invaders conquering them, just like here."
"Si."
"How inconvenient to a world revolution of the Super-Religions."
"Christobal Colon -- "
We talked many times in Monterrey and Torreon, but I was most interested in the
southernmost buffalo ranges where mammoths and mastodons also roamed, llamas and
alpacas like giant sloths farther south, of the Big Bend of the Brazos where Apaches
successfully raided the colonial conquistadores century after century, and how anyone or
anything could live in that terrific heat that was scorching like tequila even at midnight.
We even heard a lot about cattle, and the mysterious "cattle mutilations" all over that Rio
Grande border of reality.
No one seems to know quite who was the captain that sailed the Western Sea under
the name of Colon or Columbus, or where he came from exactly, or where he landed,
planting his flag of "Aqua y Libertad" like a seed of disease on a Bahamas beach in
paradise. Tierra Espana or Italia wasn't quite as firma on the rat-infested Santa Maria of
christianity that was not anything like Jason's fabled Argo sailing the heavens like Noah's
Ark that planted itself on the shores; but his Nina and Pinta are a lot more like the luxury
pleasure-yachts and casino-cruisers polluting the Low Seas. Colon's boys killed 50
million Indios in the first degeneration alone from 1492-1510, with his Plague. Another
50 million or so were hacked up into pieces, raped wholesale, starved, enslaved, forcibly
converted to christ, and tortured until it slowed down by necessity by 1890 at Wounded
Knee. Dozens of entire nations were annihilated into extinction, their languages, loves,
and souls totally forgotten in norte americano schools and churches.
They say
the Zapotecs were created
when Quetzalcoatl
shaped the valley
and built the Mountain."
- 'Lord of the Dawn', by
Tony Shearer