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Cover photo: Mass for slain Revolutionary Democratic Front (FDR) leaders, Metropolitan Cathedral, San Salvador. December 3, 1980. Photo from the book\u00a0El Salvador<\/em>, published by Writers and Readers Publishing Cooperative, 1983.<\/h6>\n

By Mario R. Loarca Pineda<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n[The author worked for several years with the American Friends Service Committee\u2019s Peace and Human Rights Education Program. AFSC was a Quaker organization based in Philadelphia that had offices in Mexico, Costa Rica, Colombia, and other nations. He was the only Central American member of the Ecumenical Task Group.]\n

 <\/p>\n

When the plane took off I gazed down on Tehran from the air, and after the desert, it seemed to me as if all this had been a dream; and that in an exotic country, once called Persia and dreamt of by Ruben Dario, I had dreamt of the triumph of the Nicaraguan revolution.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ernesto Cardenal, <\/em>The Lost Revolution, A Memoir.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>I flew from Mexico City to San Salvador in a TWA DC10 that had started its journey in Los Angeles. I was anxious, like someone readying themselves for a secret mission steeped in danger.\u00a0 Distressed, I tried to distract myself by looking out the small passenger window at a November afternoon\u2019s blue sky.\u00a0 For a curious passenger, I came up with the excuse that I was traveling to deal with family matters.\u00a0 I arrived before 6 pm and a little later a TACA vessel arrived from Miami that carried a group of Americans, the Ecumenical Task Group (ETG) led by Phil, our expert director and inexhaustible cheerleader.<\/p>\n

We met in customs and after we greeted each other I made my way to the exit where a great friend of mine from those days was waiting for me: Alberto Idi\u00e1kez, then a professor-in-training at the famous Universidad Centroamericana Jos\u00e9 Sime\u00f3n Ca\u00f1as, a Jesuit university that since the 70s combined academic rigor with social conscience and political analysis. (For this work, in November 1989, six prominent Jesuit faculty were murdered by the military in their university residences.) On the way from the airport to the capital approximately 40 kilometers away, Idi\u00e1kez recounted the details of a horrific crime committed against a group of American nuns, about the subsequent reactions and about the pressure from the U.S. ambassador to clarify the case.\u00a0 He also revealed, without going into detail, that the FMLN\u2019s final offensive against the regime was planned for the first half of January of the promising year to come, 1981. [FMLN – the umbrella group for Salvadoran leftist guerrilla organizations.]\n

We behaved as though an important strategic task depended on us, a pair of modest Christian collaborators of the revolution.\u00a0 We were riding in a VW van, preparing for some military checkpoint, listening to the crickets\u2019 song the whole length of the highway, formulating \u201clogical\u201d responses in case of interrogation.<\/p>\n

Nothing out of the ordinary happened, and as part of the ETG, I was lodged at the American Guest House, very close to Arce street and the popular Temple of the Sacred Heart in the heart of the city; a suitable spot for adventurers, reporters and backpackers.\u00a0 Phil, the director of the group, had chosen it because it was discreet and cheap, \u201cso we can go undetected, since they\u2019ll think we\u2019re just hippies.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"Salvadorans<\/a>
Mourners in the plaza of Metropolitan Cathedral during funeral for Archbishop Romero. Photo from the book El Salvador<\/em>, published by the Writers and Readers Publishing Cooperative, 1983.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

 <\/p>\n

The trip had a special significance for me because for two years I had been involved in humanitarian and media work, like assisting refugees and reporting on massacres, that had benefitted the FMLN. A couple of \u201ccontacts,\u201d individuals with pseudonyms, were \u201cadvising\u201d me.\u00a0 They already had me overwhelmed with their messianic discourse about the revolution.<\/p>\n

The ETG\u2019s mission was to get a feel for the atmosphere in El Salvador, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama and Puerto Rico, and weigh the effects of US foreign policy in the region. \u00a0\u00a0Was the U.S. preparing a military intervention against Nicaragua to expel the Sandinista Front from power?\u00a0 Would Washington tolerate the existence of a second Central American \u201crevolutionary government\u201d in El Salvador?<\/p>\n

It was the beginning of the Reagan era and people spoke insistently of an imminent military operation to be launched from bases in Panama and Puerto Rico.\u00a0 We the members of the ETG were \u2013 almost without exception \u2013 idealists and believers, part of a now-extinct species known then as \u201csupportive Christians.\u201d\u00a0 We were persuaded to believe it was still possible to influence U.S.\u00a0 public opinion and a good part of the U.S. Congress through an arduous process of political lobbying and humanitarian action.<\/p>\n

\"El<\/a>
El Play\u00f3n, , well-known location where bodies of the \u00abdisappeared\u00bb were often found, Sonsonate. Photo from the book El Salvador<\/em>, published by the Writers and Readers Publishing Cooperative, 1983.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Phil, the leader of the group, was undoubtedly a meticulous guy, and experienced in political practice.\u00a0 He had Irish and Mexican ancestors. He had been a Catholic priest in Chile in the time of Eduardo Frei and Salvador Allende. He spoke Spanish with ease and had a deep understanding of the situation of each country of the Central American isthmus.\u00a0 Phil lived in Philadelphia, and from his study\u2019s window, he could see William Penn\u2019s statue on the horizon.<\/p>\n

The group had been composed according to the criteria of cultural diversity: a couple of African-American activists, a pleasant Anglican originally from Guinea Bissau, a pair of \u201cliberal\u201d Quakers who were on the ETG board, a shrewd Methodist fundraiser, a Japanese pacifist, a gay journalist, and a slightly hysterical blonde of Italian background who worked with the Hispanic community in Miami and could hardly understand Spanish.\u00a0 Latin America was represented by a Chilean Lutheran who lived in exile in Boston and a Central American student.<\/p>\n

It was clear that the U.S. Quaker\/Catholic antiwar movement sought to make us aware of the social complexity before us and that they hoped for a stronger commitment from the ETG after the visit, to revolutionary movements with Christian and nonviolent foundations forced to take up arms by oppression, injustice, indiscriminate violence, and political persecution.<\/p>\n

All this could be summed up in a phrase that represented the 1980s: the struggle for justice and peace in Central America.\u00a0 Though Phil, our director, preferred to speak of \u201cthe roots of the regional crisis in Central America.\u201d<\/p>\n

We would spend six days in San Salvador and environs. We moved maintaining certain security measures, always led by Phil, the only one who knew ahead of time our daily agenda of visits and interviews.\u00a0 Switching from a comfortable Mitsubishi van to rickety Dodge or Plymouth taxis we visited the University of Central America\u2019s (UCA) small campus, the stately Archbishopric that had been converted into a refugee camp, and the rebellious town of Aguilares, besieged by the Armed Forces on the edge of the Lempa River, where a strong guerrilla presence, or \u201cliberated zone,\u201d began.<\/p>\n

\"Jos\u00e9<\/a>
Jos\u00e9 Napole\u00f3n Duarte, PDC candidate, campaigning, San Salvador. March 1982. As president from 1984-1989, he was supported by the Reagan administration and presided over some of the worst atrocities of El Salvador’s civil war. Photo from the book El Salvador<\/em>, published by Writers and Readers Publishing Cooperative, 1983.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The Salvadoran tour included a formal visit to the U.S. Embassy, which I decided to skip to meet with Idi\u00e1kez again. We went up to the plains of Renderos by car and had a bit to eat as guests of the sisters of La Asuncion.\u00a0 We spent the rest of the afternoon at the UCA, where I met a Guatemalan of Jewish origin: Heinemann, the inexhaustible director of the University Center of Documentation and a man loyal to the politics and theology of I\u00f1aki Ellacur\u00eda, Segundo Montes, and Mart\u00edn Bar\u00f3, three of the six Jesuit faculty later murdered by the military during the FMLN\u2019s \u201cgreat offensive\u201d of November, 1989.<\/p>\n

We ended our meeting in the Pops ice cream shop gazing at the imposing presence of Volcano San Salvador and enjoying coconut and myrtle ice cream on the Boulevard of Heroes, a name which \u201chonors\u201d Salvadoran military officers who fought in the war against Honduras.<\/p>\n

The last day of the visit, a Monday, Phil whisked us stealthily to the San Jose Day School, a prestigious Jesuit institution where the sons of certain influential families, as well as some of the leaders of the Democratic Christian Party and of the insurgency, had been educated. We entered the school through a back door which led to the Boulevard of Heroes. I was surprised to discover that they invited us to the Day School in broad daylight.\u00a0 I remember that someone, one of Phil\u2019s \u201ccontacts\u201d, led us into a discreet meeting room separated from the block of classrooms and school offices.<\/p>\n

We sat at schoolroom desks and after ten minutes the revolution\u2019s political high command filed in. \u00a0The future government junta and part of the future cabinet would surely come from this group. \u00a0The most distinguished of them were the former Minister of Agriculture, Enrique \u00c1lvarez C\u00f3rdoba, from a wealthy family from Santa Ana, and the campesino leader Juan Chac\u00f3n, from the Popular Block.<\/p>\n

Despite the trying circumstances, they didn\u2019t hide their optimism and spoke of the growing deterioration of morale within the Armed Forces, of agreements already arranged to decide a future revolutionary government which, after the triumph of the final offensive, would take power in January. \u201cWe already know the names of some of the ministers, though we can\u2019t reveal them to you yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

From the start, the triumphalist and messianic language they employed showed clear echoes of the Nicaraguan experience of July 1979 (when the Sandinista Front took power) and the collapse Shah of Iran\u2019s powerful army in February of the same year.<\/p>\n

We left the Jesuit precinct exultant, convinced of having had the privilege of exchanging thoughts with members of the future popular, Christian, and revolutionary government.<\/p>\n

\"Crowd<\/a>
Crowd in plaza during funeral mass for Archbishop Romero. Photo from the book El Salvador<\/em>, published by Writers and Readers Publishing Cooperative, 1983.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

That evening, I and another ETG member accompanied Phil to the home of the Siman Zablah family, businessmen of Palestinian-Lebanese ancestry. \u00a0Dinner was abundant and exquisite, served on a long table decorated with incense and candles.\u00a0 The clan\u2019s patriarch presided, and a small statue of a Lebanese religious figure stood in a corner. \u00a0\u00a0It was in that instant that I was struck with the feeling that something serious was happening. There was a prolonged power failure, and when we returned to the hotel, in fair-haired Zablah\u2019s little Subaru, we encountered numerous military checkpoints on different streets and avenues.\u00a0 The entire capital lay in darkness and whole battalions stood in a state of alert as if some enemy air assault were imminent, as if the city were Saigon in the heat of war.<\/p>\n

The following day, Tuesday, we got up early to get ready and go to the Cuscatl\u00e1n airport. We boarded a COPA Airlines 737 at 7 am that took us to Managua. \u00a0On the plane I sat next to a fondly remembered Jesuit from Navarre, Juan Ramon Moreno. \u00a0He was en route from Guatemala to Managua, where he was the director of the Ignatian Center for Spirituality. \u00a0We spoke for about 35 minutes, the length of the flight,\u00a0and as soon as we landed in Managua he laughed at how several members of the ETG applauded with euphoria upon landing in the \u201cpromised land\u201d of Latin America. He was among the faculty cruelly murdered at the University in 1989.<\/p>\n

Phil had reserved a hotel right in front of the A.C. Sandino Airport. \u00a0It was called Las Mercedes and consisted of a series of wooden caba\u00f1as for two or three people. \u00a0Before the Sandinista victory, it had been a typical tourist motel for foreigners. \u00a0Now it belonged to the popular government and the waiters and waitresses were addressed with \u201ccompa\u00f1ero\/a,\u201d a term of equality. \u00a0In Managua one breathed an atmosphere of happiness and spontaneity.<\/p>\n

A little after settling in, we gathered in the restaurant for breakfast. \u00a0It was not yet 9 am and a journalist from Baltimore in our group bought a copy of Barricada<\/em>, the Sandinista newspaper. \u00a0He opened it, read the headline, and shouted, \u201cOh my God! \u00a0Jesus Christ!\u00a0 This is horrible!\u201d<\/p>\n

What loathsome thing had happened? Nothing much: just hours after our meeting with them at the Jesuit Day School, the Salvadoran revolutionary leadership had been captured, tortured, and murdered by the military. \u00a0The triumphant dream had become a sinister nightmare and a stupor claimed us all. \u00a0A few days later, crestfallen, we continued our tour, visiting Costa Rica, Panama, and Puerto Rico.<\/p>\n

There was something that forbade me from speaking of that trip for a long time. \u00a0I finally realized its enormous significance one July afternoon in 1992 as I wandered the corridors of Karmel Juyu, a warm retreat that looks out onto Lake Atitlan, speaking with a Salvadoran theologian. The memories surfaced intensely, like a whirlwind crossing the lake. \u00a0Six months earlier, the Treaty of Chapultepec had finally put an end to the Salvadoran Civil War.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mario R. Loarca Pineda is a Guatemalan writer. He has published various articles and essays, and his book, Pecado nefando<\/em>, was published in 2006 in Mexico City. He has degrees in social psychology and Latinamerican studies.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

* Translated by Catherine Rend\u00f3n and Richard Brown.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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