Sunday, March 6, 2022

The P'urhépechas of Tzintzuntzan (From BBC Travel)

The empire the Aztecs couldn't conquer
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The yácatas of Tzintzuntzan are uniquely round and made of volcanic stone – perhaps the most intact relics of the P'urhépechas (Credit:Brian Overcast / Alamy Stock Photo)
The P'urhépechas were one of the only indigenous groups in Mexico the Aztecs failed to conquer – but despite that feat, they were nearly lost to history.

"This is the legacy of our people," my uncle said as we gazed at the pyramids. We were not in Egypt, but rather in the town of Tzintzuntzan, in Mexico's south-western state of Michoacán. The pyramids, or yácatas, looming in front of us were uniquely round and made of volcanic stone – perhaps the most intact relics of the P'urhépechas, a pre-Hispanic indigenous group that once reigned here, but that most people have never heard of. In fact, I'd never heard of them either until a few months ago, when I found out that I was a direct descendant.

Born and raised in California, I grew up unaware of this part of my heritage as it was lost in my family after my grandfather passed away in 1978. My grandmother was left with five kids and no income, but after saving up, she brought my dad and his siblings to the United States in 1983. Under pressure to assimilate, my father disconnected from our P'urhépecha culture, and it was only recently, when I began to be curious about my identity, that I started questioning him about our past. So in 2021, at the age of 31, he brought me to Michoacán for the first time. That's when I met my uncle Israel, and he revealed that not only were we P'urhépecha, but that my great-grandmother, Juana, was still alive and living in the small pueblo of Urén nearby.

When people think about Mexico before Hernán Cortéz, they automatically think about the Aztecs, but what they don't know is that the P'urhépecha existed at the same time – and they were such a mighty kingdom that they were one of the only indigenous groups in Mexico that the Aztecs failed to conquer. 

In fact, that's the most common thing people in Mexico know about them, said Fernando Pérez Montesinos, assistant professor of indigenous environmental history at the University of California, Los Angeles. "That's a very usual [way] of referring to the P'urhépechas and their history, but that's because we know that the P'urhépechas were as powerful as the Aztecs," he said, explaining that the Aztecs tried to fight the P'urhépecha in battle, but couldn't defeat them.

Standing tall and strong at 4ft 10in (about 1.4m), my P'urhépecha great-grandmother is an elder of the community and lives in a weathered building made of cement walls and humble commodities. She can speak the endangered language, which is a fading trait in a country where Spanish is the official language. (Out of Mexico's estimated population of 128.9 million, 124.8 million are native Spanish speakers – whereas only 175,000 speak P'urhépecha, and they all live in the state of Michoacán.)

Standing tall and strong at 4ft 10in, my P'urhépecha great-grandmother is an elder of the community who can speak the endangered language (Credit: Stephanie Mendez)

Standing tall and strong at 4ft 10in, my P'urhépecha great-grandmother is an elder of the community who can speak the endangered language (Credit: Stephanie Mendez)

Chatting in Juana's kitchen, I took in everything I could: how she cooks without electricity or a stove; her rows of dishes made from barro (red terracotta clay); and the deep stone pit in the middle of the room where she was preparing a huge pot of nixtamal, corn kernels processed in a specialized way to make tortillas de maíz. Excited about the new knowledge of my ancestry, I asked her where I could go to learn more about my P'urhépecha heritage. She stirred the food and gave my uncle a look of authority as she told him in Spanish, "Take her to Pátzcuaro."

A day later, we were in the Lake Pátzcuaro basin – me, my uncle, aunts and cousins, staring in awe at these monuments that our ancestors had built to honour deities like their sun god, Curicaueri.

Between the 14th and early 16th Centuries, the P'urhépechas dominated western Mexico with an estimated population of more than one million; Tzintzuntzan was their capital, where the irecha, or ruler, lived. (The Aztecs, meanwhile, ruled in Central Mexico, and the P'urhépecha empire prevented them from amassing territory to the north and west.)

The P'urhépecha were one of the only indigenous groups in Mexico that the Aztecs failed to conquer (Credit: Arturo Peña Romano Medina/Getty Images)

The P'urhépecha were one of the only indigenous groups in Mexico that the Aztecs failed to conquer (Credit: Arturo Peña Romano Medina/Getty Images)

According to Jahzeel Aguilera Lara, a geographer and researcher at the National Autonomous University of Mexico, "The yácatas of Tzintzuntzan – the 'place of hummingbirds' – are the best-preserved pyramidal structures in the region. In addition to learning about the P'urhépecha public architecture, [visitors] will also learn about the way in which the P'urhépecha understood the world and the importance that Lake Pátzcuaro had for them."

The empire chose this area for a reason: the basin is home to a colossal lake with several habitable islands, plentiful fish and a surrounding landscape lush with mountains blanketed in pine trees. The area is so spectacular that the P'urhépechas believed the lake was a gateway to heaven.

"This is a very important region for the emergence of the P'urhépecha in the pre-Hispanic state of our history," said Sandra Gutiérrez De Jesus, an indigenous P'urhépecha and professor of Latin American Studies and Chicano/a studies at California State University, Los Angeles. "It was a scenario for gastronomical, cultural and linguistic encounters and exchanges."

But when the Spanish arrived at the Lake Pátzcuaro basin between 1521 and 1522, they captured the P'urhépecha ruler and forced the empire to relinquish its power. Still, as Pérez Montesinos explained, historians consider this transition more peaceful than the siege of the Aztecs. The P'urhépecha people were given more autonomy than their Aztec counterparts, and P'urhépecha elites continued to have influence and authority over the region.

"Nothing could be done without the permission or allowance of P'urhépecha elites," Pérez Montesinos said. "The traditional way to see things is that the Spaniards came and did as they pleased, but what we know now is that the Spaniards always had to ask and negotiate with P'urhépecha elites in order to remain themselves on top."

The traditional way to see things is that the Spaniards came and did as they pleased, but what we know now is that the Spaniards always had to ask and negotiate with P'urhépecha elites in order to remain themselves on top

One example he gives is the Basílica de Nuestra Señora de la Salud, constructed in Pátzcuaro around 1540. "The conventional knowledge is that [Bishop] Vasco De Quiroga built that cathedral, but it was built by P'urhépecha hands," said Pérez Montesinos. He explained that the Spanish did not have to use forced labour to construct the cathedral, as the P'urhépecha community agreed to collaborate and lend their physical labour. "There is this very dominant narrative of trying to downplay the achievements of the everyday P'urhépecha folks by highlighting how it was the Spanish friars who taught them how to make these artisanal works, but in the face of very daunting challenges, the P'urhépecha incorporated new things into their lives to make something original," he said.

As we travelled around the state, I started to see P'urhépecha touches in the architecture. Since Michoacán is rich with oak and pine trees, the P'urhépecha Empire became known for its expertise in wood constructions; their most notable buildings were traditional wooden houses called trojes. After colonisation, the P'urhépecha people incorporated their craftsmanship into the Spanish colonial infrastructure that stands today throughout Michoacán. 

Since the P'urhépecha were able to maintain so much autonomy, the three administrative centres of their power – Tzintzuntzan, Pátzcuaro, and Ihuatzio – remained economic hubs during the colonisation era. "I lived in Pátzcuaro during my childhood and it's the most beautiful place to visit for P'urhépecha history, there's no other place like it," my uncle told me.

When we arrived at the town's Plaza Grande, a celebration of P'urhépecha culture was on full display, as is the custom every weekend in Pátzcuaro. Teenage boys performed a traditional dance called Danza de los Viejitos (Dance of the Elderly). They were dressed in white, with colourful handmade serapes and straw-like hats that were covered in vibrant rainbow ribbons. They dawdled with canes and donned uncanny masks of elderly men before breaking into a style of Mexican tap dancing called zapateado. This pre-Hispanic dance was originally performed by the elderly as part of a ritual to the ancient gods, but after the P'urhépecha were colonised, it was used to mock the Spanish, which is why the dancers dress up in comical masks during their exaggerated imitation of old men.

The P'urhépecha community agreed to collaborate with the Spanish to construct the Basílica de Nuestra Señora de la Salud in Pátzcuaro (Credit: Stephanie Mendez)

The P'urhépecha community agreed to collaborate with the Spanish to construct the Basílica de Nuestra Señora de la Salud in Pátzcuaro (Credit: Stephanie Mendez)

Even though the empire acquired tremendous power and left behind this incredible legacy, the P'urhépecha Empire has largely been left out of Mexican discourse, overshadowed by the Aztecs. "That has to do more with how Mexican nationalism came out in the 19th and 20th Centuries – everything is based around Mexico City, and the narrative of Mexican identity was built around mostly the legacy of the Aztecs," Pérez Montesinos said. "Also, because there are more narratives of battles, wars and resistance against the Spaniards, there is a lot more material for an epic story, whereas with the P'urhépechas, you don't have the same type of drama."

When I came home from Michoacán, I was a changed person, proud of this newfound knowledge about my heritage, culture and traditions. I was so enthused that I returned to Mexico six months later with my dad and sat down with my great-grandmother to pick up where we left off.

"Can you teach me P'urhépecha?" I asked. Juana pointed past me and said, "He can teach you." I turned around and realised she was pointing at my dad.

"What? You know how to speak P'urhépecha?" I asked in disbelief.

He laughed and said, "That was a long time ago, I used to know, not anymore."

But Juana countered him: "You can teach her," she said. "One never forgets, this is our culture."

Gannet 2 And The Lake

 We left the campground not terribly early and went into town for breakfast in a place recommended to Layne by some gabachos (foreigners) who told her, incautiously they make rather good croissants. The problem with being away from home is you get these weird cravings, often in the form of food, which can get annoying. In the spirit of Oscar Wilde who said famously the only way to get rid of temptation is to give in to it, we drove into Pátzcuaro and found parking near the recommended eatery. 

Was it worth it? The croissants were buttery and excellent, the coffee smooth and cinnamon infused, and the view? Judge for yourself.
All the other gabachos were sitting inside exchanging Covid germs and as we were alone on the terrace for reasons I couldn't fathom, I asked the waitress not to forget us. She didn't. It was really lovely and we lingered over a second cup of coffee. Then we started driving.
I had been in the mood for a roadtrip for a while and we decided a day trip around Lake Pátzcuaro was in order. The lake is 34 miles long and has several inhabited islands in the middle. The usual course of action is to take a boat to the largest of these, drink copiously on the way and struggle to the statue on the top of Janitzio Island while being hounded by souvenir hawkers. This you might imagine was not our plan. Circumnavigation suited Gannet 2 and her crew much better. The blue spot below marks our campground at Villa Pátzcuaro. We turned left and visited each village along the way taking most of the day.
The lake has supplied the most important ingredient for human development, fresh water (not the Internet!), to various tribes in this area long before the arrival of the Spaniards around 1530. As we shall see there are ruins from the pre-Columbian  era (the time that is, before Columbus landed in the Bahamas)that show an advanced culture of trades and skills governed by tribal hierarchies all around the lake. These days the various villages are tourist attractions though mostly for Mexicans on vacation. The road itself is reasonably well paved though cursed with too many speed bumps and we were rather distracted by the scenery so we took a few rather too fast. Gannet 2 and her contents held up well to the bouncing of the distracted driver that I was..
Imagine a winding empty road, a few cars, a few delivery trucks, mountains and clean orderly cultivated fields, dry stone walls, small stores selling wood carvings, colorful pottery, spicy roast chickens and no one to bother you. Stop, look, make pictures, let Rusty wander a bit, no "Don't Do This"signs, no neighborhood watches, just you and a few shy locals and a tank full of gas. If you've envied the intrepid tourists on the road in the 1930s welcome to our world.
If I try to tell you what we did on Saturday all I can tell you is not much. Had you been riding with us it would have felt like a weekend drive with your parents. We looked out the windows at the fields and enjoyed the scenery. Let me show you:



We had a habit Layne and I when out cruising with our Gemini catamaran to take a day, sail off the anchor and go for a spin out of the anchorage wherever we were in Mexico, Latin America or the Caribbean. Other cruisers who were firmly dug in thought we were crazy but sometimes when you travel it's fun to go for a drive or a sail with no greater purpose than to enjoy being in motion with no destination or desire other than a nice picnic and a chance to enjoy the machine under way.
Rusty loves getting out and having a quick sniff. Three large local dogs came under a fence barreling down at him. I judged them too aggressive and bent down in the act of picking up a stone. By the time I straightened up, no stone in hand, they were gone. Mexicans are mean and have a good aim apparently. Rusty knew I had his back.
A water truck. They are common in Mexico so enjoy your potable tap water while you can. Drinking water is not apparently a universal right and I find it rather disturbing paying for potable water. Mexicans pay property taxes and can't safely drink the water in their taps. The cost to buy drinking water is as nothing for us, less than a buck for five gallons, but for them it can be an expense.

Layne loves looking at shops, food, supermarket, arts and crafts, she is happiest when wandering and talking to the owners. We don't bargain or dick around with the sellers. We are unimaginably wealthy and to screw them out of a few dollars to make ourselves feel good would actually make us feel crappy. I am happy to pay the gringo tax in Mexico where even being overcharged doesn't break our bank and makes a small difference to them.
Where you see more dogs and cattle by the side of the road, the greater the poverty. Middle class neighborhoods keep their dogs at home just like you do. These roads were labeled "Ganaderia suelta" - loose cattle as apparently it is the custom, or the right maybe, to graze your herd along the verges. There is usually a herdsman sheltering in the shade nearby. It reminds me of my childhood in Italy when I'd hang with my buddy Fausto as he herded his family's sheep in the mountains. Umbria 1965 = Mexico 2022? Hardly, but the similarities kick my nostalgia off!
When we travel we have a thing called "The Cruising Principle." It sounds very severe but all it means is that when we see something that we think we want or may need we buy it. This principle caught up to us when out sailing and we'd wait to buy it and we'd never see it for sale again. Apparently one of the villages, according to Lonely Planet is a big production center for traditional masks. We saw a mask shop and Layne, deploying the principal bought small one she liked for the van ($5). We never did see another mask shop on the road!
I caught a glimpse of the shy old mask maker in his shop as his son sold us one of the horned masks above, in a slightly smaller size. We really had no idea where we were going or what we were doing or what we planned to see. We knew of a highly recommended German Restaurant overlooking the lake but it was not the day for sauerkraut. 
Walking is how you get around in rural Mexico. For longer distances you take a collectivo, a low slung Nissan van with less ground clearance than our Promaster and pay a few pennies to ride the route. They were everywhere on this road illustrating once again the economic status pf the towns along the way.
I read of the despair in the US as gas prices rise. Gas is regulated in Mexico and the price is stuck at the moment around four bucks a gallon. For us gas prices are a large part of our budget but if we want today less we drive less. We aren't commuting and we have no need to move if we don't want to. For many Mexicans evading internal combustion is still a good option though from experience I prefer gas engines to four legged engines in my life. I'm lucky I can afford to choose.
We drive where we wish in these villages. Our van is no wider than the collectivo buses that squeeze through the narrow streets. Parking is less regulated in small towns so sometimes we have to pause and hold our breath as we squeeze through. We are glad to be in a van where a box truck even might have trouble sometimes. A Class C RV, one with the big body and overhang above the cab is outside our comfort zone as it would be too limiting. We have to carry bicycles and park outside town and leave Rusty in the RV. We would stop less and explore much less. 
I should point out I used to drive 18 wheelers in San Francisco (and have a Teamster pension to prove it!) so narrow streets and backing up  or awkward parking are perhaps easier for me than for experienced drivers who can't parallel park!
We enjoy following the television series called Yellowstone and there he was racing his horse round an arena. We didn't see Mr Dutton anywhere nearby though.
Rusty's prayer: "God get me out of this 'orrible tin box please." He loves sniffing the air, checking the grass and taking a nap along the road. If it weren't for Layne's discipline we'd never get anywhere.
You know the stereotype of the lazy Mexican? Yes well you would laugh at it like we do when you see the labor they undertake for a wage that would make you an instant union member. And they labor in the hot sun too.
Not all Mexicans are poor, there is a burgeoning middle class too.
We paused while the car slowly pushed the cows to the side and edged forward. No horns, no yelling, no impatience, just wait and it will get done. Imagine this scene on the Overseas Highway.
Loose horses!
If you're wondering where the lake is we only got glimpses of it across the dry landscape. It wasn't far away but the road never ran along the waterfront. Isla Janitzio with the tower on top, is in the center of the picture below:
By late afternoon we came to the town of Tzintzuntzan and there we shopped, saw pyramids and ate a late lunch. For today I have inflicted too many pictures and words, only because the WiFi at Villa Patzcuaro is very strong and Layne is busy reorganizing and upending the cabin so I have to suffer sitting at our table under some pines in the dappled sunlight making myself useful here. It's a tough life. Not a drug cartel in sight, so no drama.