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Texas Longhorns and Oklahoma Sooners May End Up On Outside Looking In

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Originally published September 21, 2011

All month college football fans have been tantalized by the prospect of two arrogant and yet hated college football programs potentially ruining their conference. Rolled eyes have accompanies all these rumors of recent meetings and scary goings-on behind closed doors and oil wells.

Texas and Oklahoma. Sort of the Ma and Pa of college football in a creepy inbred sort of way.

Storied programs? Yes, but perhaps not made of the fabric we out west would like to see in our snooty football league.

Letting these two join the Pac-12 would be like building a chicken-roamed trailer park square in the middle of Beverly Hills. Who wants this riff-raff in our neighborhood?

Two misinformed, yet self-righteous programs under the illusion that the rest of the country is dying to have them join. Just like an unwanted party guest who shows up with a drunken siliconed-induced fake-blond on his arm, even though his invitation was “lost in the mail.”

First of all, there’s the Texas Longhorns. Nobody cares nearly as much about the Texas Longhorns as the Texas Longhorns care about the Texas Longhorns.

Stadiums full of unruly fans showing up in ripped shorts and cowboy boots, grazing fries and duds on their 20 foot grills midst a hootnanny of down-South country music. Kick up the crap y’all, here comes painted-on jeans and tattooed loose women. Yeeehaw!!

This is a program with its own television network, gotten from backstabbing the Big 12 a mere 18 months ago during another edge-of-your-seat yet disturbingly similar potential Big 12 breakup caused entirely by—ahem—the Texas Longhorns.

The regents of the University of Texas used the insecure league to wrest control of full TV monies, similar to the Notre Dame deal with NBC, with the one exception being that people across the nation actually care about Notre Dame.

But the Texas Longhorns in Florida or Portland?

Not so much, unless you count replanted uncie and auntie’s lawn party of similar decrepit Longhorn fans throwing eggs at the neighbors and puking on your nicely kept lawns.
And then there’s the Oklahoma Sooners. Fans in these parts fondly remember Oklahoma for their idiot fans parading a horse-drawn wagon onto the field in the 1984 Orange Bowl, or the big Brian Bosworth scandal in which Bosworth bilked the Seahawks out of $11 million soon before being steam-rolled by Bo Jackson on Monday Night Football with Howard Cosell.
But Oklahoma in Seattle? I don’t think so.
We still haven’t forgiven this cow-infested area for ripping off the Sonics in typical flat-topped fashion of deceit and lies, so you really think we’re about to cave in on the sanctity of the beloved Pac-12 for this group of paid amateur athletes?
No we’re just fine with the way things are, and being as we just allowed the admission of two other storied yet un-kosher programs into this league with far more class, you really think we need all the gun racks and flat-red GMC pickups in these parts?

That’s why we have the Oregon Ducks, to serve those uncouth yet rare needs for the uneducated and stupid.

Nope, if it were up to me, I’d pass on the dusty tornado division where showered women are as rare as Texas rainstorms in July, and opt instead for local programs that continually screw up the BCS Bowl picture in December.

How about the bucking Broncos of Boise State, along with someone like the Hawaii Warriors as potential members for a new super Pac 16 conference? Oh sure, Boise would have to lose that cornea-searing blue field they’re so proud about, but you’d think they’d be willing to trade up for big-time tradition.

And Hawaii? Are you kidding me? How many of us would rather hit the beaches of Waikiki on a road trip than the dusty Motel Six located across the interstate from local tractor bone yards? Who cares a

bout the money these programs would bring? I’m talking vacations during November.

Sand. Long honey-blond hair over firm and tanned bodies. Surfer-dudes with surfer-chicks on big curling waves. Sounds a bit more appealing than aging wind-leathered motorcycle mamas with grizzled skin and hairy pits.

For that matter, Oklahoma State and all the other Texas programs need not show up either. I’d much rather have San Diego State and/or BYU in the Pac-12. There is no comparison for road trips in San Diego vs road trips in Texas.

After all, the Pac in the Pac-12 stands for “Pacific,” as in “Pacific Ocean.”

Nope, y’all schools back there in Hicksville need to either work things out with the Big 12, or start your own league of saw-toothed students and Hooters-employed cheerleaders. Out west we do things a bit differently and we don’t need all the Texas arrogance riding in here like a posse on steroids.

You too Oklahoma. Take it elsewhere. You’ve already burned your bridges out here in the west with that last NBA dog and pony show that we’re still ticked off about!


Read more from the same author:

Auburn vs Oregon: Cockroaches and Flying Insects Killed from ESPN’s pregame coverage!


Boise State vs Utah in Las Vegas: Broncols Defeat Utes for Absolutely No Reason


Oregon Ducks Deserve Losing LaMichael James During Win over California!

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Nearly a year later,  Washington Husky fans are still whining about the Oregon Ducks running a hurry-up offense while holding a 39-16 lead with only 10 minutes left in the game

So when LaMichael James went down to an injury against the California Golden Bears Thursday night in Eugene, cheers of job erupted in frat houses and bars across the Western Hemisphere! 

Rival fans have oft-accused super Duck coach Chip Kelly of deliberately padding scores during garbage time in an effort to make his uniform-challenged squad look deceivingly lopsided and dominating.

Perhaps pundits across the east, sawing logs by the time these games are over on the West Coast, wouldn’t notice that the Ducks had actually piled on several touchdowns long after the opponents had all but given up.

Evidence? Plenty.

Even in the game they lost this year, the Ducks piled on a late touchdown to make an otherwise 40-20 loss look a bit more respectable at 40-27 with a scant 13 seconds left.

Against Nevada with only 3:56 left in the game and a 55-20 lead, Oregon piled on an additional 14 points when most teams would have been taking knees and doing anything to keep from further embarrassing the opposing coach.

Not Oregon.

Against Arizona two weeks later, sporting a 49-31 lead with only six minutes left in the game, the Ducks still had James in the game, rushing five straight times, as the Ducks piled on another late touchdown to make it 56 total points.

What, pray tell, was James doing in the Arizona game with six minutes left and a three-touchdown lead?

So, when the same James went down against the California Golden Bears in the fourth quarter, with the Ducks already holding a 36-15 lead and driving, there seemed to be a bit of Karma-tic justice when the stud running back was carted off the field with his arm in a sleeve.

Why was he in the game?

Were the Ducks still miffed that the Golden Bears only lost by two points the previous year during the undefeated Pac-10 romp?

Still ticked off about players faking injuries to slow down the hurry-up? Was this revenge, to have a Heisman-candidate running back racking up cheap yards long after this game had been decided?

The Ducks averaged 52 point a game in their first four games this season, so why was James in the game? Did Kelly really feel 36 points weren’t quite enough?

Frankly, the Ducks got exactly what they deserved to have a key player injured due to running up the score during garbage time. It’s about time!

Not many rivals in the Pac12 will be dropping tears over this one.

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October 7, 2011 at 10:18 am

Is Bleacher Report Losing It’s Cutting-Edge Freshness and Going Corporate?

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I may end up getting myself cast off Bleacher Report for good with this rant, but what the heck.  Taking risks are what makes life exciting!

As a writer for Bleacher/Report,

Bleacher Report is one of the great stories of the “new journalism” era.   It is a place where young writers trying to get started, can advance up the writer chain with a “points system.”   It’s great.

It’s also a place where some of us older guys finally have the freedom to cut loose and write what we really feel.  There’s none of the business politics holding us back that is so rampant and routine at every single newspaper in the country. B/R is a young company started by young guys, most of whom don’t even know about the battles common, where writers have daily punching bouts with their editors.

Sadly things are changing at Bleacher Report, but it was bound to happen.  It cannot be avoided.

A couple weeks ago I wrote a totally sarcastic and absolutely hilarious (<–note witty sarcasm) article about the Texas Longhorns.  Now I’m not a Longhorn-hater particularly, but I found it interesting how Texas just may find themselves on the outside looking in when all these new NCAA football leagues are finalized.  Nobody wants Texas in their conference, because of the reputation they enjoy as being fiscal bullies with special rules.  I wrote a nice long, sorta fast-moving piece about that very subject.

Well after about 2500 reads in a couple days, an Oklahoma fan got all offended.  He said it was because I was hostile to women in the piece because of a quip (I said something like Sooner women have leather skin and tend to lose the razor in places where we’d prefer they keep using it).  Something like that.  Totally me horsing around like I do when I write.

Well the article got pulled.  And although the reason given was that the B/R staff (who will remain nameless) felt the content was “trollish,”  because I was flipping too much crap at Texas and Oklahoma fans. I felt it was because this guy didn’t like me making wise cracks about his favorite team.   In other words, I was giving them too hard a time with my article, and we can’t have that. We can’t offend these very important people of higher-ups at institutions.   We can’t have guys taking shots at other football programs just for fun.  Especially when it’s at the Oklahoma Sooners (all stand up and salute please).  You can’t take cheap shots at the Oklahoma Sooners you idiot.  Do you know how many big bucks are there are down in the flat-lands of Oklahoma?!?  Ever hear of oil wells?!?

Which is interesting, because what attracted all of us veteran writers to Bleacher Report in the first place, was the fact that here was a new website that was sorta “Wild-Wild-West.” Unlike crusty old newspaper editors, here you could write anything, and you didn’t really have to worry about your editor pulling the piece, because you took cheap shots at a sacred football institution that just happens to have a whole bunch of wealthy alumni, some of whom provided start-up funds for your site.

That’s precisely what was so attractive about Bleacher Report!  Fans could be fans.  Fans could bait the other team’s fans, raging debates would break out, insults would fly, and it was one big tailgating party in print.  A hootenanny of epic proportions.  But we’re all having harmless fun here so what’s the big deal??  College football teams.  We don’t know these guys other than their names.  Why NOT take cheap shots?!  This is where cheap shots live and breathe.  College football forums by college football fans.

See that was what was so cool about Bleacher Report, and the concept of the site.  That’s what got B/R the hits in the first place.  B/R was doing this sports thing from a new young angle, that hadn’t been seen in the more traditional media.  And guys like me, who have long-since gotten over the notoriety of seeing our names in print, could sorta air it out here, like we can’t everywhere else.  But that’s what made Bleacher Report so unique.

Now it appears, Bleacher Report is maturing (unlike me), and we’re now seeing a bit more hesitance to allow classless boobs to write wise cracks.  They’d like to see this more traditional.  Lose the T-shirts, let’s go back to the white shirts and ties and sell life insurance.  This isn’t the Boston Red Sox, this is the NY Yankees.  Corporate-style media, so now it’s time to stifle these undisciplined punks, and let’s get this group of renegades house-broken and back to the confines of semi-boring reading material without jokes.

Now I totally understand why Bleacher Report feels the need to tighten up the writing standards (ie: more profits from more exposure, which you can’t do if you’re taking cheap shots at the Texas Longhorns).

But I would argue you’re also killing the freshness and the attraction that led many of your readers to the site in the first place.  Fans like to argue and pop off about their teams.  But now suddenly we can’t write certain things about certain teams?  Really?!

Let’s go back to my Texas example again.  Do I hate Texas?  Well no, I didn’t.  But now that my article got pulled because some of my funnies got Texas alumni sideways ….. well let’s just say cheap shots may have to find their way back to the between-the-lines method, like we’ve done for years in the traditional print media.  You can still get your shots in, but it’s not like the NY Media anymore.  Nope, now it’s like the Duluth, Minnesota media, where everything is polite and politically correct and unoffensive.

Me quipping to the B/R staff during this exchange “Well it looks like the Big12 isn’t the only place where Texas gets special rules.” probably didn’t earn me an invite to the B/R Christmas Party at the end of the year, either.

“Hey you punk!  You can’t say Texas is like an uninvited guest showing up with a plastic blond on his arm while everybody else rolls their eyes!!  This is Texas!!  The Texas Longhorns!!  Everybody LOVES the Texas Longhorns!!  And if they don’t, we’ll have them censored so fast it will make the critic’s keyboard melt!”

My point is that yes, I admit it, some of my stuff can be crass and tends to tease certain groups of fans.  But that’s why we read Bleacher Report.  It was different than all the other boring CBS.comand stuff.  That’s precisely what made it so attractive to your readers, and yet now it appears the goal is to kill that freedom and go back to stuffy frowning editors refusing to let us write witty and cheap-shot rhetoric.

Now what fun is that??!

Victory Lap or Huge Humiliating Defeat?

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I’m still enjoying this latest grumbling by our pals in WaDC.
President Obama groused this morning that pulling the troops from Iraq is “not a victory lap.”  And he’s right.  It certainly is not a victory lap for Democrats, because Democrats are looking like they were wrong about whether a Democracy could work in Iraq or not.
Perhaps I’m biased on this due to my education and upbringing, but I was with President Bush on this decision from the start.  Contrary to all the political rhetoric from the left, this Iraq venture was what I would deem a “learned lesson from history.”   Like me, Bush was a history guy too, and we history guys apparently look at things differently than the rest of the world  does.   We learned, or should have learned, from wars our fathers and grandfathers fought,  that leaving bad guys in power with the potential to gain more power is not a wise thing to do.  Because …….. history has taught us (the hard way) that they will likely do more evil in the future.
You remember back in 2003 thru 2006 when it seemed Democrats were rooting for defeat?  Harry Reid declared “we are a defeated nation.”  Polosi said exactly the opposite of her previous on-the-record rhetoric during the Clinton years, where she argued that Saddam was a threat and needed to be stopped.   Howard Dean too, seemed to go through a metamorphosis once he say it was politically savvy to do so.
Then when all these prophecies failed to materialize,  and it looked like Bush had acted wisely as Iraq settled down, Democrats were furious and did everything they could to stop the success.  Including printing military secrets in the NY Times that might have brought sedition charges had hey done this 60 years earlier.
Obama the candidate promised to pull the troops within 18 months.  And he wasn’t saying “combat troops” when he made that promise, he was saying “troops.”
Let me speculate on what is going on: (I can do that right, since that’s what all of you have been doing about Bush’s motives for the past eight years while insisting your speculation is hard fact?). Likely what happened is that young and enthusiastic rookie idealistic Pres Obama went to the Joint Chiefs and said something like “Hey fellas, we’re going to pull all the troops and send them home!  Isn’t that wonderful! ”  At which the grumpy and crotchety joint chiefs said  “Uh …… well no son …… no we’re not going to do that.   We just built a shiny new $4 billion base here in this lovely country which we intend to both staff and run for decades.  Now go home and take that skateboard with you!”   Humiliated, overridden, scolded, young pres Obama then came up with this creative “combat troops” nonsense designed to dupe the really stupid and/or gullible.
Bottom line: There’s still 50,000 troops in Iraq. There will be thousands of troops in Iraq for years to come, just like there is in Korea and Japan and Germany.  Hence Obama actually did NOT keep his promise because his problem was unrealistic.  The threat in the Middle East is real, peace is not going to be the result of a nation that flees, the troops are stationed in Iraq to keep the peace, and no troops means no peace.  Wiser minds prevailed, he is showing wisdom by listening to those wiser minds, and here we are.
Just like Bush did, I might add.

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August 31, 2010 at 1:58 pm

USA Neutrality in World War One

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The following are excerpts from an on-going debate I was involved with in the Seattle PI about the 1911 thru 1920 arguments between Senator Henry Cabot-Lodge, a conservative scholar who felt a weak military put the nation at greater risk, vs President Woodrow Wilson, also a historical scholar, who argued the opposite and ultimately devised the League of Nations concept following the war,  which ironically the United Stated declined to join due to the lobbying efforts of Senator Lodge & others.

Arguments from previous posters or other web sites are in italics.  The far superior arguments made by the wise and knowing HugoC (my pi alias).

Posted in the Seattle PI on 7/13/2010 8:03 a.m.

Lets take a look at a general assessment of what caused WW1. There’s a terrific site that describes the causes & reasons at:

But let’s take a couple of key paragraphs from the situation:


Britain’s Splendid Isolation

Bismarck did not initially fear an alliance between France and Britain, for the latter was at that time in the midst of a self-declared 1870s policy of “splendid isolation”, choosing to stay above continental European politics.

If not Britain then, how about Russia and, conceivably, beaten foe Austria-Hungary?

HugoC – So right there you have Chancellor Bismarck gambling that since gathering the northern German states took a mere seven weeks to accomplish, he could do the same with the southern states. Part of that gamble was based on the below, so let’s clip this section:


One Thing Led to Another

So then, we have the following remarkable sequence of events that led inexorably to the ‘Great War’ – a name that had been touted even before the coming of the conflict.

* Austria-Hungary, unsatisfied with Serbia’s response to her ultimatum (which in the event was almost entirely placatory: however her jibbing over a couple of minor clauses gave Austria-Hungary her sought-after cue) declared war on Serbia on 28 July 1914.

* Russia, bound by treaty to Serbia, announced mobilisation of its vast army in her defence, a slow process that would take around six weeks to complete.

* Germany, allied to Austria-Hungary by treaty, viewed the Russian mobilisation as an act of war against Austria-Hungary, and after scant warning declared war on Russia on 1 August.

* France, bound by treaty to Russia, found itself at war against Germany and, by extension, on Austria-Hungary following a German declaration on 3 August. Germany was swift in invading neutral Belgium so as to reach Paris by the shortest possible route.

* Britain, allied to France by a more loosely worded treaty which placed a “moral obligation” upon her to defend France, declared war against Germany on 4 August. Her reason for entering the conflict lay in another direction: she was obligated to defend neutral Belgium by the terms of a 75-year old treaty. With Germany’s invasion of Belgium on 4 August, and the Belgian King’s appeal to Britain for assistance, Britain committed herself to Belgium’s defence later that day. Like France, she was by extension also at war with Austria-Hungary. With Britain’s entry into the war, her colonies and dominions abroad variously offered military and financial assistance, and included Australia, Canada, India, New Zealand and the Union of South Africa.

* Unites States President Woodrow Wilson declared a US policy of absolute neutrality, an official stance that would last until 1917 when Germany’s policy of unrestricted submarine warfare – which seriously threatened America’s commercial shipping (which was in any event almost entirely directed towards the Allies led by Britian and France) – forced the U.S. to finally enter the war on 6 April 1917

* Japan, honouring a military agreement with Britain, declared war on Germany on 23 August 1914. Two days later Austria-Hungary responded by declaring war on Japan.

* Italy, although allied to both Germany and Austria-Hungary, was able to avoid entering the fray by citing a clause enabling it to evade its obligations to both. In short, Italy was committed to defend Germany and Austria-Hungary only in the event of a ‘defensive’ war; arguing that their actions were ‘offensive’ she declared instead a policy of neutrality. The following year, in May 1915, she finally joined the conflict by siding with the Allies against her two former allies.


HugoC – The USA was aligned with Britain in loose form, while Britain had vowed to defend France.  France held the territories that Bismarck had eyes on, thus my argument is that attacking France, if wasn’t over quickly, ultimately would bring the USA into the conflict.

Due to the Woodrow Wilson agenda, the USA’s military was wholly unprepared to respond, hence the “balance of power”  was skewed towards the Axis Powers even if the USA was not involved.  If the USA did become involved,  then the balance of power would obviously be tipped towards the Allies since the USA was a sleeping force at that time that would dwarf any of these other powers if they ever decided to tool up.

So my argument (which I learned from professors Bridgeman & Findlay at the University of Washington)  is that the USA was actually the key player in Bismarck’s decision to attack.   Had the USA been tooled up and ready to go,  which they were not and what TR & HCL argued,  there is no possible way that Bismarck would have made the gamble to go after France. The gamble was made because the USA had yet to make he decision to be a player in the world scene and had not adequately increased the strength of their military.

Ultimately Wilson was forced into the war, and ultimately that made the USA the major power of the time.  Which was not the case before the war.   Hence the argument, the one that TR & HCL made time and again,  is that military strength decreases the chance of war based on the “balance of power” concept.  That states considering war ALWAYS make/made those judgements based on the balance of power.  A strong USA would tilt the balance of power towards the Allies, thus Bismarck would have never made the decision to go after the French states had the USA been strong and tooled up.    He would, and ultimately did,  make the decision specifically because the USA was not tooled up in 1914.

Wilson’s decision to de-emphasize the military thus,  became directly responsible for the millions upon millions killed in two World Wars that followed.  Had Wilson gone with the alternative of a strong military, chances are Bismarck would have made a different decision, the decision to not go forward with imperialistic plans southward.

Followed by this post in the SeattlePI, on 7/13/2010 at 8:14 a.m.

HugoC – We saw a similar situation play out again during WW2 when Neville Chamberlain was doing his Carter/Obama routine (ie: running around the planet cutting deals & negotiating with key enemy powers/leaders who we knew we could not trust).   And again,  per the TR/HCL doctrine,  we saw enemy military powers attacking others due to a reluctant USA that was not prepared to act.

Skip forward 57 years. George W Bush (the hated and despised “stupid” president) calculated,  correctly in my opinion,  that we could not repeat the mistakes of the past.  Saddam had too many similarities to Bismarck & Hitler in terms of military ambition, we learned the hard way what happens when you either ignore or attempt to “contain” theses types of leaders, thus the way to deal with the situation was to enforce resolutions that Saddam was ignoring from the UN.  17 separate times.

Wilson’s entire “League of Nation” concept (later survived by today’s United Nations) was dependent on an organization that would enforce edicts.   The United States ultimately failed to go along with Wilson’s concept due to the arguments of Henry Cabot Lodge, that the lessons of WW1 taught us that treaties obligating otherwise neutral member states put the world at greater risk, not less risk.   TR & HCL argued the only true and proven deterrent was a member state with a very strong military, vowing for peace yet willing to use the military if threatened by competing states with no such convictions.   In 2002, Bush, acting on the painful lessons of history that taught us that isolation was the WORST policy, acted accordingly.

Liberals & conservatives both, have been arguing about it ever since.  And yet Bush was did what he knew he had to, knowing he was likely sacrificing his legacy, because he was familiar with the history and these arguments of Henry Cabot Lodge,  far better than his critics.

Miracles in the Mountaintops

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US Businesspeople aid the poor of Central America
The wounds of recent battles are slowly overgrown within a land of stunning beauty. Homeless people squat lands on hilltops of scattered trees & rustling brush. Descendants of Mayans, the once dominant force of Central America, they are worn thin from lifetimes of cruel & punishing work. Clothing of magnificent and brilliant colors sharply contrast the oppression they have experienced as the lowest level of society in Guatemala. Women roam the muddy streets barefoot, slipping over the broken concrete as they sell hand-woven garments. Small children sent to the hilltops to gather, strain from huge loads of firewood strapped to their backs.

The villages of the Ixil triangle in northern Guatemala are not unlike remote regions of El Salvador, Honduras or Nicaragua. All were targets of four billion dollars in military aid from the United States from the 1950’s through the early 1990’s. The huge amounts spent to fight communism caught the weakest members of society between armies, unwanted by either side. 

Seattle attorney Chi-Dooh “Skip” Li, born in India, son of a diplomat raised in Columbia and Guatemala, was at Mercer Island Covenant church listening to visiting speaker Juan Carlos Ortiz in early 1981. “Juan Carlos pointed out that if the US Government had simply purchased land with half the resources they were spending on military aid, and given it to the landless, there would be no reason for the war,” explains Skip. “It just made too much sense. So I decided to do what I could to change that, privately without government aid.” 

Skip founded the fledging organization of Agros, with offices now located above a used clothing store on University Way in Seattle, just blocks from the University of Washington. Soon thereafter he made numerous trips to Central America to see for himself what should be done. With each trip came more conviction, that something could and had to be done. After pondering and experimenting with options for over a decade, offices were eventually added in Guatemala and El Salvador. Despite President Bush’s recent proposal for Government aid to private religious organizations, Skip vowed flatly “We have no interest in government help. Governments have been a large part of the problem historically.”

Today the board of Agros is staffed with a handful of Seattle residents who have each grown to love & appreciate Latin America and it’s people. Business success stories are teamed with middleclass women and college students. Gradually Agros hired local representatives who grew up in their respective areas, children of the oppression, to seek out plots of land for purchase. Normally done in 100 acre blocks, hired locals Tomas, Diego & Nicolas of Guatemala, Arnulfo of El Salvador, and Filesiano of Nicaragua find and recruit landless poor as occupants. Twenty five families are set up in organizations similar to condominium associations to design the new “village” of separate homes and farmland, each with multipurpose buildings, churches, and sometimes private schools. The first challenge of each community is to elect a president of the association to help lead and motivate. “There are far more people that need help than we can ever hope to help,” says Agros employee Diego.

“But we don’t only develop land,” says Jon van Keppel, operations director for Agros, “We develop people.” Former Starbucks senior vice president of research and development, Don Valencia, is current co-chairman of the Agros board in Seattle with Skip. Don adds: “We must rebuild dignity without losing the identity of the individual.” We deal with the most helpless people we can find and restore confidence and belief in their lives. Those who have spent their entire lives wandering the hilltops and farmlands without ownership, are prime candidates for the Agros program.
“When we first meet people needing help,” says Arnulfo, who is employed by Agros in El Salvador, “They usually won’t look us in the eye. They are shy, and embarrassed to be asking for help. They don’t believe in themselves. But during the process of building the village they learn they can succeed. Their dignity is restored. They learn they can do this.” 
“Often effectiveness is measured by how many developments are built within the shortest period of time, ” says van Keppel. “It is how we differ from government programs. If the government built villages, the primary concern would be the number of housing units with ratios of money spent, and they would hire others to do the building.


We’re as much concerned with the mental health of the individual as we are the physical side. It can take a generation to accomplish what we need to accomplish. We have to recognize and appreciate, that slower development may be the sign of deeper success, not failure.” 


“It is very difficult for extremely impoverished individuals to believe that they can overcome the hardship they have experienced in the past,” adds Valencia. “Convincing them otherwise is not a quick process, and it requires that we respect the culture and listen to those we are trying to help. We want to help them gain what THEY feel they need, not what we feel they need. The challenge is in how you help. Americanizing the culture of the area is not what we are about. We ask the people to tell us how we can help them, then we work with them as a team to achieve those goals. They tell us what they want us to do.”










“When I first visited the village of El Pariaso,” says van Keppel, “there were no buildings. We had purchased the land and the people had moved to the area, and they did what they knew to do. They built rickety structures with roofs made from plastic. We had to convince them that they could do more. That they could have real houses with brick walls and metal roofs, real concrete floors. At first we were met with disbelief, first that we would help them do this, and secondly that they could do it even if we would help. Today there are buildings and schools and homes with horses and animals.” 
“One year after we purchased the property I first brought my wife to Belen,” says Valencia. “She was overwhelmed with hopelessness & the amount of work that had to be done. I on the other hand, wept with joy at how much had been accomplished. Only months earlier the place where we stood had been an empty field with dying corn stalks, and now it was a village of life filled with giggling children.”
 “When the building begins,” explains local president of the village of El Paraiso, “the work seemed overwhelming. What you see today is the work & effort of each family. But without the funding from Agros, these villages would not have been possible.”
“The Western stereotype blames lack of economic development in Latin American on laziness,” explains van Keppel. “But as you can see, these people work extremely hard and have done so for centuries. Some in this community get up each day at 3am to catch bus rides of two hours or more, working jobs that most of us rejected in high school. Local leadership is our goal. By having locals be the leaders, the theory is that they will be more effective working with their own. And they have been.”
Indeed part of the program involves teaching building skills to the individuals in the villages as they build their own homes, so that after construction, the people retain marketable working skills. A handful of residents from El Paraiso started their own construction businesses after completing their village, and now are sub-contracted by the government to build schools & other commercial ventures.
“Agros is not a welfare program. We believe strongly in fiscal responsibility and require all villagers to repay amounts used as they are able,” says Valencia. “Government giveaways just don’t work,” adds van Keppel. “We’ve learned that repayment is as critical to the long term success of a village as the physical needs. If they don’t personally invest, they don’t take ownership & the system does not work.”

“At the village of Xetzel, we adopted a village that was already in progress. The French government decided to donate solar panels for electricity rather than having them work to buy it as a group. We disagreed with the government plans, but did nothing to oppose it because the villagers own their village once the construction is completed. After the village was given this government-sponsored electricity, wired to the village by the government, the villagers refused to replace burned out light bulbs and insisted that maintenance should have been part of the government grant. This is the reason we insist on repayment. When people don’t invest, they don’t appreciate. The government created a welfare mentality, which was shooting themselves in the foot. People must learn to support themselves.” 
The debate in Agros is balancing charity with responsibility. How to care without creating dependency. “We’ve talked about creating an after-built job training program” says Destiny (“my mother was a hippie”) Williams, one of the “Corp members” of Agros who is spending this year on-site in Guatemala. “We’d like to teach them how to educate themselves, so that THEY can teach their own children to read and write. The villages have always been far more effective at outreach than anyone from the States will ever be. They know how to relate to each other. They know the needs, the mindset. They know the culture.”
Nonetheless, how do people who once survived by eating roots and wild fruits in the woods, face the prospect of debt repayment of thousands of dollars when some only have three figured annual salaries to begin with? 
“Well, we hope to teach subsistence as these communities are constructed. We must emulate real life with real issues & consequences. If we just give it all away, the most important lesson of the program is not learned. We specifically advertise that this program is not a give-away, but rather that it will take very hard work with lots of sweat.”
In fact Agros feels they learned hard lessons about early failure, specifically from being too generous with the first properties. “Our job is not to be providers, but rather to be enablers. To give a fish or teach to fish is the age-old argument” says van Keppel. 
 In the inner-city of Seattle, Emerald City Outreach Ministries has learned similar lessons. “Look,” says the Reverend Harvey Drake, who visited the Agros properties in Central America recently and wholeheartedly agrees with the philosophy. “People need to feel that they made it happen on their own, and not that someone did it for them.” Drake leads a ministry that itself has been the recipient of more than one mainstream donation. “When I traveled to the Congo, the missionaries in that program said that in 60 years, they’d only seen two African-American pastors come to help Africans. One other pastor ten years ago, and now me. I’m the second black pastor in sixty years! The lesson that all of us in ministry are learning, regardless of skin color or economic background, is that God wants us to serve, not take. Giving is not effective ministry unless dignity and respect are part of the program. How does one feel respect when the life lived is totally based on being rescued? You must learn to get your eyes outward, not focused inward.”
“See part of the problem,” continues Drake, “is that people sometimes fear success because it had never even been considered before. Sometimes it takes the next generation before real progress can happen, because the stability of life as it is, is actually the very stumbling block that keeps things from improving.”
At the village of El Paraiso, the former homeless villagers are showing those within Agros that the philosophy does work. The villagers built their own buildings with months of hard work and sweat as they did their regular jobs. For most, this is the first non-dirt floor they have ever known. Some of the villages have piped-in water with irrigation systems for crops that they raise on their own. There are stoves with chimneys, and a medical center. At El Paraiso, each house can do laundry and wash dishes. People now feel honor and privilege in living in the village. 
Other villages do not have electricity yet, but van Keppel feels these are matters for others to deal with. “Working together as a group is part of the process of learning to be successful. We want to get them housed and on their feet, and leave the non-essential projects for them to achieve on their own.” 
“Before,” said one unnamed villager who we met at El Pariaso, “Women had to travel miles to get corn ground or basic needs. We now have our own corn grinder and water that we use to help surrounding villages.” John van Keppel adds “The people had to walk 1-1/2 kilometers for ground corn each day, and consequently they spent half of their productive time doing things that were not necessarily productive. Or as productive as they could be. They cannot care for their children when they are walking five hours a day for corn meal. The village has developed one of their own to care for the corn grinder engine. They share the ground corn with some villages, and rent time on the grinder to other villages. It has truly been a success story.”
Part of the Agros vision is to repeat the success at new villages, but also be adaptable to other ideas. “Just because it worked once doesn’t mean it will work a second time, or doesn’t mean it can’t work better done differently” explains van Keppel. “We never want to lose our willingness to experiment. At Trapichitos in Guatemala, for example, we have a group of 80 Catholic & Protestant families that had already built homes but needed land to cultivate. We bought a track of land that they are working, and they are now seeding 80,000 coffee plants. They will pay us back from the profits on the crops.” 
In El Salvador, at the Agros property of Milagro near the former Guerilla stronghold of Suchitito, Agros partnered with Habitat for Humanity for 19 new homes on a track of land purchased by Agros. “We had mixed results,” says van Keppel. “Habitat likes to do things like “building blitzes,” whereby Agros feels the relationship with the people is more than half of the issue. Habitat has standardized homes but Agros likes the people to decide how big of a house they want to build for themselves. One of the residents wanted a front porch to his house, because porch life is a huge part of this culture, but Habitat refused to add a row of brick to the walls that would enable her to do this. Don’t get me wrong, however. Habitat for Humanity is a terrific organization and their track record speaks for itself. But we have a different philosophy at Agros and so sometimes great organizations have to compromise. When you’ve had success doing what you do, it is understandable to be reluctant to change what has already worked. Agros likes to stay involved with the people long after the building projects are completed, whereby Habitat likes to build homes and house as many as they can. Both are good motives from great organizations, but we just have different ways of achieving the same tasks.” 
“In any event, we’re not concerned about who performs the model. We don’t want proprietary rights. We want to give the franchise away if we can. Our goal is to have locals, like Diego and Nicolas, deploy the vision so that eventually Guatemalans help Guatemalans and so on. We don’t want to get legalistic about how we do things. That’s why we’ve experimented with different systems at certain projects, and why we hope we retain that attitude in the future.” 
On-site at Agros’ headquarters in Cotzal, Guatemala, are three “Corp members.” Recently graduated in Psychology Destiny Williams from Seattle Pacific University, Dan Bailie, graduate of Washington State University in agriculture, and Kira Stoltenberg from Taylor University in Indiana. All are fluent in Spanish, and all are working on one year commitments to stay in villages far removed from typical American life. “We’re like family,” says Kira blandly, “but these guys can wear on you.”
Destiny, a handsome Ricky Martin look-alike and former high school soccer star, frequently can be seen lifting small Cotzal children on his shoulders or carrying loads of wood for them up steep pathways. “It’s about building relationships plain and simple,” says Williams. “We come to learn as much as we teach. If you show up with the attitude that they need to learn from us, you will fail. These are our brothers and sisters and they are beautiful people who have suffered more than I can ever know. I need to learn first, teach second.”
The Agros team sleeps and showers at a building once occupied by Guatemalan government troops. “During the later stages of the civil war,” explains Bailie, “Army officers requisitioned what once had been a neighborhood restaurant. Agros rents the building from the same owner who was victimized by the military.”
Behind the building is the former school where locals claim are four mass graves. “See, this town of Cotzal is the former hot bed of government resistance. It was like Viet Nam. Worse in many ways. People hid in the mountains and the government did anything to seek them out. Helicopters would sweep down the valley here. If you were male, you would be killed. It didn’t matter which side you supported because the other side would come looking for you. Most of the people we work with were enemies of BOTH sides. Rumors got you linked to virtually anyone, and rumors were grounds for being eliminated. Suchiquil Meadows just above us, is the site of one of the upcoming villages we are developing… was a killing grounds where government troops would drag suspected Guerillas before firing squads. There is a spot of scorched earth up there that we walk by on our way to Belen, where locals claim a village of 300 families was massacred. There is nothing there today. Consequently everyone in these hills is starting over from nothing. We found the first villagers for El Paraiso, hiding in the highlands. Every one of these people have been the victims of untold atrocities. Children watched their fathers be tortured and killed, mothers raped before their eyes. There was no right side in this war, only two wrong sides. With the help of Agros and churches and individuals in the USA and elsewhere, we are trying to help these people start over. You can only imagine the mental battles these people must overcome, to be helped by former enemies.” 
Indeed, Agros employee Nicolas, who was victimized during the war by troops from both sides, knows the man who killed his parents during the war. “Nicolas has forgiven them,” Bailie says quietly. “He knows where they live and yet he doesn’t seek revenge. I don’t know if I could be so strong myself. But Nicolas is an amazing man with an amazing faith in what comes from helping others. It is why he is such a valuable team member, and why others in this community follow his lead. He has their respect.” 
The “Mil-Agros” vision & goal is to create 1000 villages by year 2020. Helping people is the cry of Agros. It is the tool American businessmen use to reach the impoverished and learn about themselves; how college students learn direction. American society has much to learn from the poor. Whom is teaching whom seems to be in question.
Be sure and read the below personal stories of people helped by Agros! (below)


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 Story of Diego Guyago (president of La Blession village)

Eye Witnesses account as told to Phil Caldwell & UPC travel team @ 5pm, February 10, 2001

“My mom left one day to go to the market. I never saw her again. My Dad was killed shortly afterwards, caught in the crossfire of the soldiers vs the Guerillas.”

Diego Guyago, 20-year-old president of the Agros village “La Bendicion,” was a small child when his parents disappeared in the mid 1980’s. From that point on he raised himself, squatting on lands owned by others, performing menial tasks for farmers, doing anything he could for food and rent. A decade later the villagers encouraged him to lead their new village.

“I lost my mom & sisters in the war. In those days all the houses were made of sticks & grass. The soldiers burned our house to the ground, but we had done nothing to deserve this. The President of Guatemala had given orders to destroy everyone associated with the Guerillas, but the soldiers didn’t know what that meant and really didn’t even know who the Guerillas were. So they just killed & burned anyone they wanted. There was mass confusion, and yet they were expected to carry out the orders.

Diego has brothers and sisters who to this day, still live deep within the woods of the surrounding hilltops of northern Guatemala. He feels fortunate to be associated with the Agros village.

“The only reason I am alive today is because of my age. The soldiers came in and killed anyone who was fighting age (15-18) regardless of their politics. If not the soldiers, then the Guerillas. But I was too young. They would round up families and tie them up in the houses, and burn them alive, women and children included. The violence started in the early 1980’s and lasted for almost a decade. They would drop bombs on people fleeing for their lives, and they would hunt people down on the hilltops & in the highlands. It didn’t matter that they we had done nothing to deserve this. We were there, they wanted us dead.

“When I was 16, I was in the back of a home-store buying a hat, when the local government commander surprised me. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the soldier’s barracks for “a meeting.” I was imprisoned in a small room, and by the end of the evening was joined by many others from my village. Several hours later, by early evening, there must have been 150 people in this cell with me, all brought one at a time. By 5pm it was getting uncomfortable with no food or bathroom, and I was certain I was about to be executed. Many of my friends had died this way and although I had managed to survive, I realized my luck would eventually run out. After hours of being held, late that night the soldiers finally came and herded us into the street. They announced we had been detained to fight the guerillas. They armed us with machine guns and 200 rounds of ammunition each, and marched us through the night, over hills and to places deep in the woods. We marched all night with no food or water, until finally in the early hours of the next morning we came upon 13 bodies of dead soldiers. They gave us stretchers and insisted we load the bodies, and they made us carry the dead all day long back to Cotzal. None of us had eaten since the morning before and we were weak from hunger. It was a miracle that I was not killed by the soldiers that night. I was scared and cold and expected to die at any moment.”

Diego’s parents had taught him to always trust God, and he feels God saved him despite the war and the persecution. Consequently he will never leave his Christ-centered roots. He feels God is still watching him, and assumes all that happened is God’s plan to teach him to trust God and nobody else.

“I don’t know how I survived the night with the soldiers. After we brought the bodies back to the mass grave by the school, they just released us. But several weeks later I was working in the village when the soldiers returned, and I immediately hid myself below the weeds and grass behind my house. I watched as they rounded up the lady who lived next door, and tied her hands to her three children inside her house. I heard their cries as they burned to death, within her house. I heard the taunts of the soldiers. I still hear the cries.

“Many people in the village experienced the same fate, Others …… they would just find and seize and we would never see them again. They would take them to the school and we would hear the gun shots echo up and down the valley. There was a grave at the school that we all knew about. A big hole. We all knew what those holes were for. People were lined up and shot, and they fell into the hole.

“Both the soldiers and guerillas had their own holes. It didn’t matter which side you were on. Both sides chased people in the hills and hunted them down like dogs. It seemed that there was no purpose to the killing.

“It used to be that people were scattered about the hilltops trying to survive on their own. But eventually people learned to stay together in groups, because they realized that they had a better chance of survival if they stayed in groups.

Diego points to the houses they recently built with Agros’ help. “These houses are here today, and the community is growing again, because of Agros. You are a blessing from God, to show his faithfulness to those of us who trusted him regardless of how hopeless it was, that we would ever survive this war. Even after the war, we had no money and no way to recover from this hell we were in. Agros has given us the chance to live again.

“But I am very concerned about how we can ever repay the money for these houses, and so this is a mixed blessing. It is still very very hard to survive. I miss my mom and dad so much. Every day I weep for my sisters. We have no health care facility at this village. Still, my job is to motivate the people. Some day, we would like a bridge across the stream. We are building a church. We need electricity. But none of that will happen until my village is motivated to go out and get it. My job as president of the community is to motivate them. We have 25 families here, and we’re building another house for a widow that we are taking in.

“Our children, they must study. Me and the other parents, we never had the chance to study because of the war, and now we can’t get jobs. My kids will have opportunities that I never had. Our school, the one we built, now has 45 kids and most are from other villages. We want to help others like Agros helped us.

Story of Nicolas (employee of Agros in Guatemala)

Eye Witnesses account as told to Phil Caldwell & UPC travel team @ 8pm, February 10, 2001

“My story is like thousands of others in this area. (the Ixil triangle of Guatemala). This is the first time my wife has heard the story, although I have told it many times. I am thankful to God to be alive.

“In the early 1980’s, there was a war. Our three cities of the Ixil triangle were the most affected area of Guatemala. Before the war, I lived in a village just past Belen with my father. We were very poor. I would go with my Dad to the farms to work, but I remember always being barefoot because we had no money for shoes. There were no schools so neither my Dad or I could read or write. When I was fifteen years old, I finally got my first pair of shoes. They cost me fifty cents. To this day it hurts to think of how poor we were.

“I got married when I was twenty years old. My bride was eighteen, and we got married just as the war was starting to heat up. We were married without a ceremony, far from the village in the mountains as we hid from the troops. Usually weddings are a happy event, but our wedding was not happy because we were terrified of the violence that surrounded us. In the late fall of 1981, the war got incredibly difficult and cruel. People were routinely massacred. My wife and I were horrified at what we saw, and so we fled into the woods and up the hills. We were eight months pregnant with our first son when we finally left our home and went into hiding. Earlier in the day, the forces began to burn the houses in our village with the people still in them. The houses had grass roofs and wood sides. My village had at least 300 houses in it. I remember four women in our village being tied together inside their houses, with their children, and their houses set on fire. Both the Guerillas and the soldiers were shooting and torturing any villager they could find, and the fighting between the two armies got so bad that we had to act. As we fled I could hear the screams from my friends and the crackling of the flames. My house was the only house in the village that was spared. I don’t know why, but they didn’t burn it.

“My Dad was tortured to death because he was an evangelic pastor. Most of the village was Catholic and everyone was forced to join the Guerilla forces. But my Dad refused. There were only five evangelical protestant Christians in my village. The Guerillas liked the Catholics but they hated protestants.

“The Guerillas hated my Dad because he preached and didn’t seem to fear them. They would force both of us to the ground at gun point and laugh at us. Once they took Dad’s Bible and burned it in front of him.

“Dad was preaching a sermon at the village one morning when the Guerillas showed up. They silently walked into the room. We were scared they would massacre us like they had so many others. But they only took my Dad. I don’t know why I was so brave, but after they left I followed them. I was going to rescue my Dad, fight the soldiers if I had to. But I was afraid so I didn’t do anything. I just watched. They made my Dad go to his house and get his pick and hoe. They marched him out of the village and into the mountains, and they made him dig a hole. When he was done, they shot my Daddy and pushed him in the hole as he fell. In those days the Guerillas refused to bury the dead, and so they only threw a several shovels of dirt over his body.

“It was a month before I was brave enough to return to my Dad’s grave. Wild animals and dogs had eaten the body, as they did to all the bodies the Guerillas left laying around the mountains. I collected the bones and took them to my village.

“My experience was no different that most of the thousands that lived in this area. My father had insisted on being neutral. But the Guerillas forced the villagers to join them, and anyone who refused would be punished. They were always hostile to him and they persecuted anyone who refused to do the horrible things they wanted them to do.

“After my Dad was murdered, the Guerillas started asking my friends where I was. I could no longer trust anyone, so I hid. But I didn’t fear the Guerillas, like my Dad hadn’t feared them, because I knew God was alive and would save me even if I did die. In the woods, late at night, my wife and I would pray, and I started to preach in the villages as my father had done.

“Once we were at the village of Oleguana (located just past Belen) and the Guerillas were closing in on us. I was warned by others to not go to Cotzal because they were telling everyone they were looking for me and wanted me dead. It was raining hard. I wore a plastic bag that covered my face. The road curved so I could not see who was coming towards me, and I met the Guerillas on the curve in the road. But they didn’t recognize me. To this day I’m sure it was because of the prayers my wife and I did daily, for God to save us. To protect us.

“In the woods we had nothing. We ate green corn where we could find it. Sometimes we went several weeks without eating. I don’t know how we survived. Only God knows. When my wife and I prayed, and we did for hours at a time, my friends would mock us and say God doesn’t exist. But we kept praying anyway because we knew he did.

“The night my son died, we were fleeing to Cotzal. When we finally arrived after his death, we had nothing. We had no money, no clothes, no food. All the villages had decided to join together at Cotzal, because by then the army was hunting us down in the woods and killing us one at a time. Our only hope was to join together at the village.

Barracks behind the Soldiers headquarters in Cotzal, site of the mass graves

“Just above this building (the current Agros headquarters where Nicholas was telling the story), there was the barracks where the soldiers stayed at the school (see above photo)

“The soliders, they would kill anyone. If they accused you of being a Guerilla, they would kill you, even if you were not a Guerilla. If they didn’t like you for any reason, they would kill you. Sometimes they just killed for no reason. They made the people of the village dig four big holes behind the barracks where they slept, the size of this room (the room from which Nicholas told the story was 20’x20’x10’high). They would line up people at the edge of the holes, and they would machine gun all of them so that they fell backwards into the hole. They made us villagers collect the bodies of those they killed scattered around town. Those who refused, the soldiers would cut off their fingers with machetes. They smiled and joked when they did this.

“The soldiers were worse than the Guerillas, so one night I decided to go back to our village above Belen. But the Guerillas, when they saw me, shot me in the shoulder as I fled for my life. I have never since returned to my home at the village. I could not work for a year after that. My wife wove trajedas for our money.

“After the war finally ended, I got a job with the government to teach people how to farm. But I was illiterate (could not read). And yet ….. they still hired me. It was God (he says as he points towards the heavens). God saved me. He is stronger than any war, or any soldier, or any Guerilla.

“After the war I went to school, and studied at the primary school and graduated to the Bausical level. Then I went on to the next level. When I was studying, my contract with the government ran out. There was no high school I could go to. And then ….. Agros hired me. On the last day of my government job, Agros hired me. Today ….. some day …. I will teach others. The children. I will teach the children of this village.

“I have six kids. My oldest is 15 years old. I praise God, for he saved me from the war and the soldiers. I had no money for food, but I still ate. I don’t know how.”

Nicolas now feels he has hope for his family and his country. He now is employed by Agros and is studying to become a teacher.

Story of Nicholas’s wife

Eye Witnesses account as told to Phil Caldwell & UPC travel team at same meeting @ 8pm, February 10, 2001

NOTE: Nicholas’ wife spoke only the native Mayan language, which Nicholas translated to Spanish, and was then translated to English.

“As a young girl, the Guerillas forced all my friends to marry Guerilla’s that they had hand-picked. They would come for us with pistols. Many times they took my friends to the mountains and gang-raped them. Afterwards they would force the girls to learn how to use weapons.

“My Nicholas prayed to God to bring him a wife, and so the Guerillas could not force me to marry anyone else. I am alive because God is great.

“One month when Nicholas was at the south coast working on farms, he left me at our house alone. The Guerillas came but I hid under some dirt behind our house and they didn’t find me.

“When we were pregnant with our first baby, I prayed for God to protect us. The night my baby was born, there was much gun fire. So Nicholas and I ……. we ran away to the woods and hid in the darkness. The Guerillas were burning houses & killing people so we had to leave even though I could hardly walk. I remember it was raining. We were walking in the darkness when my baby fell out below me. I had no pain. Nicholas picked up the baby and wrapped him in a piece of plastic to keep him warm. It was the only thing we had.

“The following night, after my baby was born, we returned to the house. But four soldiers returned and searched the house for us. They found us in the attic where we hid. I was sleeping with the baby. They scolded me and told me I was a fool for coming back. My mother, she was there with me, and I remember her screaming at the men to leave us alone. But the soldiers threw a tarp over me and the baby, and they said they were going to burn the house after tying me and my mother together. They were coming at us, but they just suddenly left without a word and ran away. I don’t know why.

Two days later the other army, the national army, came to the mountains and searched for us. So we fled the mountains and were heading to Cotzal when the baby died. He died of coldness. He was never well. But we couldn’t keep him warm because we only had the plastic. (she weeps as she tells the story)

“But still, I pray and thank God for all he has done for us. He kept me alive. I was never forced to marry even though all of my friends were. I found God when I was 15 and have trusted him ever since. My friends, they were all forced to marry. I never was. I married the one I loved.


Written by PhilCaldwell

February 7, 2001 at 3:28 pm