February 1997
Dear friends:
If you think we're going to
start this letter by telling you about Lyda being taken hostage at the
psychiatric hospital, you're crazy. You've got to read further.
Since we last wrote you, a lot
of things have changed in our lives. Like where we live. In August, Lyda
and the kids moved from Guatemala to Honduras. Abi and Lucas started school
while Lyda cajoled our belongings out of customs. At the end of August,
Paul showed up here for one day on his way home from a trip to Brazil.
He left the next day for Guatemala where he shepherded a delegation of
Iliff Seminary faculty around the country. Then, in mid-September, he drove
our jeep here, accompanied by the dog and cat. At last, we were a family
again, all in one place.
We live about seven kilometers
out of Tegucigalpa (simply Teguz to many Hondurans), off a road that winds
up through the pine-covered hills toward the picturesque village of Santa
Lucia. We're about 4,400 feet above sea level, which makes for a nice comfortable
climate at this latitude. We have orchids in our trees, and our flowers
won't freeze to death as they did in Guatemala's highlands. Paul has started
a vegetable garden while doing battle with the leafcutter ants (zompopos
in Spanish) who can devour a row of beets in one night. Walking uphill
from our house through the woods leads to La Tigra National Park, one of
the few places in Central America where you can still see the legendary
quetzal.
We were fortunate to find a
friendly elementary school for Lucas and Abi. For the first time, our children
are studying primarily in English, and they seem to have made the switch
fairly well, though Spanish makes a lot more sense than English when you're
learning to read. It's also a change for them to go to school with a fairly
international set of classmates, kids whose parents come from Europe and
the U.S. and work with nongovernmental development organizations and embassies
here. Our kids really like the school, which has less than 50 students.
A banana republic
Honduras is roughly the size
of Pennsylvania, with a population of about 5.5 million. If you haven't
looked at a map lately, it sits in the middle of Central America, with
both Pacific and Caribbean coastlines and land borders with Nicaragua,
El Salvador, and Guatemala. Although Honduras is mostly mountainous, the
Caribbean coastal plain is low and hot, a perfect place for growing bananas.
One of the poorest countries in the hemisphere, Honduras is the quintessential
banana republic, a nation whose history has been controlled by foreign
corporations and governments.
It's also the odd country out
in the region. While its warring neighbors received lots of press in the
last decade, Honduras got little attention, except for its ancillary role
in the neighboring conflicts in Nicaragua and El Salvador (a role for which
the country was aptly dubbed the USS Honduras). Today, however, with the
whole region moving toward peace, some fascinating things are going on
here, including a struggle against impunity and efforts by political leaders
to bring the military under civilian control.
One example of that is the effort
by the Honduran legal system to bring to justice those responsible for
the forced disappearance of 184 people in the 1980s. Thirteen military
officials are currently on the lam after courageous judges braved threats
and bombings to issue warrants for their arrest. The army refuses to turn
them over to the justice system.
Many of the wanted officials
were part of Battalion 3-16, a special branch of the army set up to torture
and kill political dissidents. The battalion's leaders were specially trained
at military bases in the United States. At home, they used CIA interrogation
manuals that described recommended torture techniques.
As Honduras tries to deal with
its past, the U.S. government can make a positive contribution by coming
clean about its own participation here. The Honduran government's Human
Rights Commissioner has requested that the U.S. government turn over files
regarding operations in Honduras during recent decades. President Clinton
promised in 1995 that he would cooperate, yet the papers have been slow
in emerging, and what's been revealed to date has been heavily censored.
The sooner the U.S. government overcomes its embarrassment about its sins
in the region and turns over all the information requested by Honduras,
the sooner this country can get on with healing the wounds of the past.
Faith under fire
Lyda works here with the Christian
Development Commission (CCD), which was born in those turbulent early eighties
when Honduras had three foreign armies using its territory. Salvadoran
government troops, Nicaraguan contras, and U.S. soldiers were all using
Honduras as a staging ground for their own purposes. At the same time,
tens of thousands of refugees came fleeing over the borders escaping violence
in Guatemala, El Salvador, and Nicaragua.
In the highly politicized environment
of the time, Honduran military officials branded the Salvadoran refugees
as guerrilla sympathizers. Those who worked with the refugees were often
labeled as communists. That was the case with a handful of dedicated Protestant
church workers from the National Evangelical Emergency Committee (CEDEN),
which was contracted by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees
(UNHCR) to provide services to the Salvadorans. Serving the Salvadoran
refugees earned CEDEN condemnation from the military, the press, and the
U.S. ambassador. As the pressure increased, in early 1982 the churches
that sponsored CEDEN voted to stop all work with the UNHCR and refugees.
Thirty-four employees of CEDEN resigned in protest of the decision, and
nine of them courageously announced they would start a new organization
that would allow church people to work with the victims of the region's
political violence. That group is today CCD.
In addition to continuing the
work with refugees, CCD began working in five marginalized rural communities,
helping peasants discover the abundance of life promised them in the Gospels.
Yet less than four months after the founding of the new group, the military
entered its offices in the night and stole everything, including entire
file cabinets and even the pictures on the walls. Two staff people were
captured and tortured. International pressure led to their eventual release,
but they spent three months in the hospital recovering from their injuries.
At the same time, military death
squads published a list of people to be assassinated. The first person
on the list had already been killed. Next on the list was Noemi de Espinoza,
the director of CCD. She and her family were forced to go into exile in
the U.S., and another CCD leader, Daniel Medina, also fled the country
for his own safety. But the rest of the staff kept working, with growing
support from foreign churches. In 1988, a United Methodist missionary doing
human rights work with CCD was declared persona non grata by the Honduran
government.
Fifteen years later, much has
changed in Honduras. The refugees have gone home. The Salvadoran soldiers
and the contras are gone, though they left thousands of assault weapons
behind, making the AK-47 the weapon of choice for robbing banks or settling
family disputes. The U.S. military has reduced its presence, but continues
to operate a giant air base at Comayagua, an hour north of here. Many Hondurans
consider the base a serious lesion on their national pride.
While the cold war is over,
the oppression of the poor continues, though economic forces have taken
over the role once played by the military. Honduras today has one of the
worst patterns of income distribution in the world: the richest 10 percent
of the population receives 41.9 percent of national income, whereas the
poorest 40 percent receives only 11.2 percent of all income. More than
70 percent of the people live in poverty. And it's getting worse. Pressured
by international lending organizations to spend more than a third of its
budget on servicing the country's $4.3 billion foreign debt, the government
has implemented a series of neoliberal reforms, including devaluation of
the national currency, higher taxes, and increased costs for public services.
As the country has changed in
the last 15 years, CCD has grown. The organization today has 64 staff working
in 113 communities, promoting community development through programs in
sustainable agriculture, alternative credit, literacy, community-based
health care, pastoral attention, cultural identity, and other facets of
improving the quality of rural life. And, just as its original commitment
to serve the poor remains intact, it continues to suffer for its witness.
CCD staff, including Noemi de Espinoza, last year received death threats
as a result of the organization's support for hungry peasants in Santa
Barbara who had taken over unused farmland belonging to large landowners.
Theology and gender
Lyda has been assigned to CCD's
program on "Organization and Gender." It's the kind of work that a few
years ago would have been called "women's ministries." Yet CCD and some
other NGOs have learned that if gender dynamics are really going to change
in the community then women's participation and work cannot be relegated
to a separate arena of attention. Men and women must change together. Overall
development plans must not work with women on the side, but rather incorporate
and target for empowerment the two groups that have often been excluded
from traditional development schemes, namely women and children.
Lyda has become CCD's resident
gender theologian. This year, for example, she's designing and carrying
out a program of theological education with CCD staff throughout the country,
helping them reflect on biblical paradigms for gender justice. This will
help them evaluate whether in their day-to-day work of development they're
realizing what God wants for everyone in the community. This involves looking
at what it means to be male and female, and how the issue of gender plays
out in questions of human rights and legal responsibilities. Issues such
as who owns family farmland, who gets hit when family discussions turn
violent, and who decides about pregnancies are all issues about which Lyda
is helping staff develop an increased awareness.
Lyda has also been called in
as a consultant in certain communities. In La Esperanza, for example, CCD
has been talking for some time about family planning as a way for women
to take better care of themselves and their children. Fifteen pregnancies
are simply not good for the mother, nor the children. Yet in La Esperanza,
a local Catholic priest mounted a counterattack, claiming that all family
planning was sinful and that CCD was leading the women astray. Some evangelical
pastors agreed. Women began to drop out of training events and a few even
resigned from little cooperative businesses that CCD had helped get started.
CCD staff and community leaders discussed what to do. They took a census
in the community, demonstrating the lack of available family planning information,
the high rates of miscarriages and infant mortality, and the serious prevalence
of gynecological problems among women. A decision was made to face the
issue head on, and a serious of community gatherings were organized. The
planners of the meetings invited Lyda to meet with them to talk about a
"theology of reproductive rights." Lyda posed some questions for them,
such as why, if our bodies are supposed to be temples of the spirit, women
are pushed to wear themselves out with pregnancy after pregnancy in order
to bring children into the world to die of diarrhea and hunger. She also
asked about how God works in our lives. Was it God's will, for example,
that Antonia should get married at 13 and have intercourse with her husband
every time he came home drunk, resulting in six pregnancies before she
was 20 years old? Moreover, did God decide that two of those pregnancies
would end in miscarriages and that two of the four babies born alive would
die before they reached 12 months of age? The town meetings were packed
and the discussion lively. The women continue to work with CCD.
CCD has begun the construction
of a women's shelter, only the second one in the Tegucigalpa area. Lyda
is pleased to be part of that effort. The shelter is going to be built
by volunteer work teams. Lyda is also assisting CCD staff in a variety
of ways to analyze how CCD and other NGOs, as well as the government, can
strengthen their ministries with marginalized women. In the course of one
such day, while accompanying a woman psychiatrist from the U.S. on a tour
of the government's psychiatric hospital in Tegucigalpa, Lyda was taken
hostage for five minutes by a patient who offered to exchange her for his
freedom. His fellow patients finally talked him into letting Lyda go. Never
a dull day around here.
Landing in Teguz
Paul finally overcame the distraction
of watching orioles fight over the fruit in the guayaba tree just outside
his office, located in the back of our home, and he finished a series of
articles on Brazil. He made two trips back to Guatemala late in the year
and has written at length about the peace process there (see, for example,
The Christian Century from February 5). In recent weeks he's also
written about how churches are adapting in post-cold war Central America,
how democratization is proceeding in Honduras, and how blacks along the
Caribbean coastline of Central America are struggling to keep their lands
from being stolen by foreign companies. In the next two months he'll keep
an eye on peace in Guatemala while also covering several stories in Nicaragua
and El Salvador. Besides denominational magazines like Response and New
World Outlook, you can find Paul's regular articles in Latinamerica
Press and occasional pieces in the National Catholic Reporter.
Coming home to Tegucigalpa in
an airplane is always an exciting experience. Because it's surrounded by
mountains, the airport in Tegucigalpa is one of the most dangerous in the
world. After almost every landing the passengers applaud the pilot. It
makes covering the region almost as exciting as visiting the psychiatric
hospital.
We've wanted to write this first
newsletter from our new home for some time now, to let you know we were
alive and well. But we're, well . . . we're behind. With two growing kids
(both of whom just signed up for soccer teams, ahh!!) and two challenging
jobs there are a lot of necessary things that just keep getting put off
for another day. We still haven't made curtains. (Well, there is one curtain
that Paul made with a sheet and a stapler. . .) The vegetable garden has
been half-planted for two months. But all is not delayed. We did manage
to get a tree house built over the Christmas holidays. And we travelled
as a family to the ancient Maya ruins at Copan.
We're enjoying Honduras and
our new assignments. After the trauma of our last months in Guatemala,
we're feeling blessed to be here. Should any of you find yourselves headed
for Central America, remember us here in the Central American country that
everyone forgets. We've got a little guest cottage in our back yard, and
we'd love some help in making curtains.
Thanks for the variety of ways
you support our ministries here in Central America. Know that we pray for
you and the creative and life-giving work that you carry out in communities
around the world. We are united in a great web of love and solidarity.
Peace be with you all.
Lyda and Paul
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