THE FINAL THREATS
It was a long time coming,
this very terrible break between AIDS officials in the government of
Oaxaca and the members of our organization, the Frente Común Contra el
SIDA (Common Front Against AIDS). Thirteen years, in fact. During that
time the relation had been on-going, if sometimes rocky. Then our
organization brought to their attention the lack of medications for AIDS patients in our state. The
director of the state AIDS council, COESIDA, reacted first by ignoring
our comments. When we continued, she then began moves to discredit our
organization and later to hinder our work. The naming of Oaxaca as host
for the national AIDS convention last year brought the matter to a head.
There could be no criticism of government officials in Oaxaca.
This corresponded with the now well-known
public movement against the government and the brutal wave of arrests,
disappearances and political assassinations which followed.
leaders were killed in 2006 alone.
It was a long story, as I
say, and complex. It begins with the founding of the state council on
AIDS, COESIDA, in Oaxaca. The following are excerpts from my journals during
THE FOUNDING OF
The year was 1993, and our
organization, the Frente Común (Common Front Against AIDS) was only a
year old but we had been busy and felt good about our work. Our little
Information Center was open on Morelos Street, right in the heart of the
city, and lots of people were stopping by. Our press campaigns had been
successful and our talks in the schools were well under way. Further,
our work had been noted by high health officials in Mexico City.
One day Nancy Mayagoitia,
our founder and “voice” of the Frente, was talking to Alberto Treviño on
the phone. He was the head of CONASIDA, the national AIDS council in
Mexico City, and he says, Nancy, we have an idea we think you can help
Seems that CONASIDA
(Consejo Nacional) had been founded in 1986, around the same year as the
new laws about blood testing and other things, and at the same time they
had “mandated” that each state shall have a state counsel; they would be
called COESIDAs (Consejo Estatal). Well, in most states they were
moribund, nobody had done anything and didn’t have a clue what to do. Oaxaca included.
So, he says, they’re
thinking of “restructuring” the COESIDAs, and how would you, Nancy, and
the Frente, of course, like to help us out and do a major
“restructuring” of the Oaxaca COESIDA, and it would be, like, a pilot
project for the other states. Nancy said, Well, we’ll think about it.
Now remember that
Nancy's husband, Alfonso
Sandoval, was a rising star in the PRI, the party in power
for over seventy years, and Nancy was his hard-working wife, helping
along the career of her husband, and the governor, who was also PRI, of course,
was all schmoozy with them and the Secretary of Health, also PRI of
course, was a Doctora María de las Nieves García, and everybody wanted to be a big-shot
and to do a national “pilot project” for the Federal government was a
So, Nancy and I got a
meeting with Dr. Nieves and went to her office. It was just the three
of us. Nieves, I noticed, was all gushy with Nancy, I guess thinking
about how important Alfonso was and all. Oh, yes, she wanted to help
however she could, she said. I could tell, however, she didn’t have a
clue about AIDS or any apparent interest in the subject. I would learn
later that this is typical of all the Secretaries of Health appointed in our
state. It is a political office, held by politicians going up the
ladder, and abandoned at their first opportunity of a better position.
But at the time I was
trying to impress her and get her interested in having our own COESIDA
here in Oaxaca. I had been playing around with a Oaxaca-looking
letter style in my head for a while and suddenly I saw how I could write
out a simple logo for COESIDA. I smoothly took a piece of note paper
from my things and doodled out the simple letters as they came to me.
Across the bottom I drew a little zig-zag design like you see in Mitla,
the famous ruins down the valley.
“And, see,” I spoke up,
pushing the paper across her desk at her, “we could have our very own
logo, something like this, real Oaxaca-ish, you know?”
“Oh,” she sat up, “that’s
beautiful! Yes, I like that. We could have that for our logo!”
Nancy looked at the sketch
and then gave me a big smile. “One of the advantages of having an
artist on staff, Doctor,” she remarked sweetly.
It was decided. Yes, there would be a
“new” COESIDA in Oaxaca. It would be called COESIDA, Oaxaca. And we
would be in charge of setting it up and writing the rules and getting it
The Frente Común, of course,
would continue working, like always, but four of us would “go over” to
the state Secretary of Health for six months and help establish the
first active COESIDA in the country. It was a long six months.
It would be Nancy, as
“executive director,” Dr. Bertha Muñoz as “technical director,” and Paco
Espinoza, our cute, little gay male-nurse, and myself. I forget Paco
and my titles.
We had a lot of meetings at
Nancy’s house, writing the rules and regulations of the new COESIDA, and
how we thought it should be. I wasn’t much of a help, really, mostly
pacing and listening over my shoulder, as Nancy and Bertha pecked it out
on the computer. Occasionally Nancy would ask me a question or what was
my opinion about something. And we worked hard. All services should be
free, we said. And confidential, patients would have a numerical code,
for all paperwork. We would offer the HIV test, free to all. A
psychiatrist would see each person, before and after having the test, to
make sure they understood what it meant. A doctor would see each
HIV positive result, and set up monthly follow-up appointments. The
latest medicines, at that time mostly AZT, would be given out to all who
needed them, again cost free. It was good work and we felt proud.
Our Oaxaca branch of
COESIDA was set to open. But where?
I had always liked Dr.
Bertha Elena Muñoz a lot and we had worked well together. When the
Frente first started, she was head of epidemiology at the big general
hospital in Oaxaca and, as such, in charge of all AIDS patients in the
state. She knew a lot about AIDS and was a tireless worker. I had a
tremendous respect for her. One day I got a call.
“Bill, you want to come look at a space
with me, don’t you!” It wasn’t a question. I said, sure!
She picked me up and we
went to a nearby address on Independencia Street, close to the center of
town, a big old building around a central patio with about eight rooms
of different sizes.
“Let’s take it,” I said.
She said she had to negotiate with the
Well, it dragged on for a couple months,
and then it dragged on for a while longer, but in the end we rented the
* * *
Then it was around the
first of the year, 1994, and we had the space and I’d been in it a
couple times, but it seemed nothing was really getting going. I went to
see Nancy and said, "Nancy, I want to take Doctor Nieves into the
building myself and show her around and get her enthused and such, you
Nancy thought about it for a minute and
said, "Bill, I have to go into the gallery today, but I’ll see what I
That night, there was a
message from Nancy that she has a meeting for me with Nieves at 10:30 in
the morning. I called her up and thanked her and we said we’ll see you
in the morning.
Below: Secretary of Health Dr.
María de las Nieves.
The next morning, Bertha,
Nancy, and I were at Nieves' office and 10:30. There we sat in the
patio enjoying the flowers. The workers in the office said the Doctora
would be here soon. We waited for nearly two hours. Well, I could have
told you she would never show after about 30 minutes, so finally we
walked over to the new COESIDA offices anyway and ended up having a good
meeting among ourselves. We decided to get the ball rolling and open
the clinic ourselves. We planned an inauguration.
* * *
It was a nice inauguration. Dr.
Treviño, from the National council, came. I wrote
two of the speeches, one for Nieves and one for a Doctora Gabriela
Velásquez, whom Bertha had contracted as assistant director. I
decorated the place up real nice.
For some reason, our friend Dr.
Méndez Sumano was there and it was decided he should sit up at the main
table with all the functionaries but he was not wearing a nice coat or
anything and he was running around looking nervous. Then he saw me and
my nice jacket. He motioned me to come over and join him in the corridor where he
convinced me to loan him my nice (over-sized) jacket I was wearing. I
told him he owed me big.
It was a long six months, I
tell you. More than anything, it wasn’t our style. State workers can
fill hours and hours and days and days of doing nothing at their desks.
Make-work, I guess you call it. And the only important thing is to
always be at your desk. Well, I had lots of things to do, and running
around and being away from the offices, and they didn’t like that. They
would prefer I was in the office doing nothing, with them of course,
than out seeing to the printing, making contacts, setting up workshops,
picking up fliers, and a million other useful things I had to do. It
was driving Paco crazy too, and soon the Dra. Bertha says, that’s it,
let’s go, and we left the place in the hands of Dr. Gabriela Velásquez.
Below: Dr. Gabriela Velásquez (left) with Dr.
Alberto Treviño of CONASIDA. Dr. Velásquez is the wife of the largest
contributor to the political campaigns of both ex-governor José Murat
and current governor Ulises Ruiz. She would later win the
Loungines Swiss Watches' "Elegance and Attitude" award.
In the end we had worked
hard and felt good about our efforts. Patients were being seen and
given medicine (at that time only AZT). The HIV test was available
to anyone who asked. Psychological attention was provided to all
clients. A strict system of confidenciality was established.
Best of all, all the services of the clinic were absolutely free.
Our COESIDA, Oaxaca, would become known
as one of the best AIDS clinics in the country.
And we, the four of us, Nancy, Bertha, Paco and I, could go back to our
great little Non-Governmental Organization, our "common front," and get
to work in the style to which we were accustomded.
* * *
OUR FIRST BIG
COLLABORATION WITH COESIDA:
So, a couple years later,
kicking around Oaxaca and very busy, of course, but always open to a new
project or at least a reason to do a big show, somebody heard that
COESIDA was planning a big, important “training workshop” or such, for
doctors in the state, and that it was going to be presented by some
doctors from UCLA, the big AIDS department there. And everybody was
saying it was going to be a big deal.
It sounded wonderful. The
idea was to bring the latest medical information to Oaxaca and get it to
doctors and health workers throughout the state. They said about 250
would attend. The workshop would last a week. We thought it was just
the kind of thing COESIDA should be doing.
How could we show our
support and help out COESIDA doing their workshop, we asked our selves.
Well, it sounded like lots of doctors and such from around the state,
would be here in Oaxaca for a full week, with nothing to do in their
evenings, for five days and five nights. Hey!
So, we did up a little plan
and went to see Dra.Gaby and give her our proposal. We said how we
thought their workshop was a really good thing and that we wanted to
help and how about if we presented a series of, well, AIDS-related
cultural events during the week, in the evenings after the sessions?
And it would be a joint project, with COESIDA doing, of course,
all the medical stuff, and the Frente Común doing all the artistic stuff,
Well, the Dra. Gaby said
she thought it was a wonderful idea and said, sure, Bill, let’s do it.
I asked her what else she
thought we could to help her and she said, well, it would be nice to
print a good-looking booklet of the course and the agenda for the week
and such. I said, Hey, no problem, we’ll get right on it.
I went to see my friends
Claudio and Martha Sánchez with the printing shop, who had done lots of
nice contributions for us and were always extremely helpful, and they
said, wonderful, Bill, we’ll do a nice job and contribute the printing,
you guys cover the materials only. That was very nice of them.
So, we got started and the
little booklet was looking great. I had, several years earlier,
designed the COESIDA logo, if you remember, and have always enjoyed
reusing it and playing with that style of lettering and such. We did a
nice cover and convinced Dra. Gaby to call the conference “Oaxaca
Responds” and to play up the support of the people, and
certainly the artistic community, to this fine effort.
As a little design feature
for the book, I used the simple symbol of the red ribbon, first on the
cover in red, and then, in pale grays behind the text, the same symbol
becoming more abstracted throughout the book. It was nice.
They gave us the agenda and
some good information about the course and subjects and then too, we
slotted in our cultural events. There would be one each night, Monday
through Thursday, and we would “stage” the closing ceremony on Friday
afternoon. That would be it, plus the nice course handbook we were
designing. They liked it all and we were “go.”
One of the other ideas we
had, was to invite a few important people to contribute a few words of
introduction to the handbook, and we would include them in the first
part right after the nice “contents” page at the front. We asked Dra.
Gaby to write something for it, of course, and one of the professors
from UCLA, a nice guy we would get to know well, and then thought it
would be good to include something from Nancy, as head of the Frente
Común. Well, they all responded well, and we got their texts and
slotted them in, a couple pages from Dra. Gaby, a nice long piece from
Nancy, and a brief overview from the professor, and ran them one right
after the other for the first six or seven pages of the booklet.
I ran it over to Claudio
and Martha in good time and they said sure, Bill, we’ll have it for you
in a day or two.
On all fronts the project
was looking great. For the Monday night, we had spoken to the MACO, the
Contemporary Art museum, as well as the major galleries in town and
arranged an “opening reception” in the museum courtyard, followed by a
“walking tour” of the galleries, where each of the galleries had a nice
little spread and refreshments.
Those days our friend, the
crazy “artist.” Reto Morger (BELOW), had been working on a kind of “performance
happening” featuring an AIDS theme, of a dying patient writing AIDS
obscenities with his own blood on the inner surface of his oxygen tent.
We would hand out signed-bloody syringes to passers-by. That sort of
thing. It was scheduled in front of the Cathedral on Tuesday evening.
For the Wednesday, we
slotted in Dino Castro’s great AIDS one-act, “Interpret My Silence” (BELOW) into
the nice Sala Juárez of the University’s Fine Arts Department, where we
had done it the year before on World AIDS Day.
And then for Thursday night, the final
night before the close of the conference, we requested and received a
donation of the big, Beaus Arts theater, the Macedonia Alcalá, to bring
to Oaxaca city our fabulous Juchitán drag show, “Las Intrépidas VS.
SIDA.” We heavily publicized a FREE DRAG SHOW!!!
For the closing ceremonies,
after such a (whew!!!), culturally filled week, we decided to spruce up
the short ceremony by opening with a couple pieces by a classical string
quartet from the school of Bellas Artes. We knew this nice group of
kids, who were eager to perform and sounding great. They wanted to
donate their performance, but we insisted on a token $200 pesos, to
cover their taxis and make them feel kind of good about actually having
Each event, of course, had
its own posters and programs and it was a lot of work. And then with
the scenery and extra materials here and there, it was costing a bit of
a bundle. But we liked it a lot and we were getting a lot of attention.
* * *
So, the opening day came
and everything was in place. Claudio and Martha had sent the booklets
over to COESIDA, and they were all ready, I had heard, and we showed up
early for the opening session. Nancy had been invited.
The event was taking place
in a big rented hall in the Hotel Misión de los Ángeles, on its big,
leafy grounds, and it all looked pretty. A few of the COESIDA people
were gathered at the doors and handing out the nice little booklets to
people coming in. I took one in my hand and looked at it proudly.
“Oaxaca Responds” it said with a nice little red ribbon printed on the
cover. Then I noticed it felt a little light in my hand, a little flimsy,
thinner than I expected. Also, it was kind of loose, and falling apart,
like it wasn’t quite stapled correctly. Not at all like Claudio and
Martha’s usual fine work.
I opened the book. The
first page was the “Contents,” a little red ribbon in the corner. I
turned the page. I knew the booklet well. It jumped right to the
center page of the book, the agenda! All the introductions and first
pieces about the cultural events, were all missing! And then after the
center page of the agenda, it jumped right to the final page of
references and acknowledgements. And that was it. Over two.-thirds of
the little booklet was missing. It had been torn out! And the
remaining few pages hung there limp on the staples and sliding
I grabbed another one from
the stack by the door. The same. And another, the same. All the
booklets were missing two-thirds of their pages.
“What happened to the
handbooks?” I demanded of one of the little COESIDA workers. She looked
down sheepishly. She didn’t know anything about it. The others were
looking away nervously.
I finally found somebody
who would talk to me. It was the Doctora Magda.
“It was decided. I’m sorry.”
“What was decided?” I
“It was decided that it was
totally inappropriate to have Nancy Mayagoitia’s comments in the book.
She’s with the Frente Común. The Frente Común has nothing to do with
this. I’m sorry,” and she walked away.
Now I got it. They had
decided to remove Nancy’s name and words from the book, in some sort of
silly spite, I guess, and, hence, had to pull out Gaby’s introduction
too, it being printed on adjoining pages, and you couldn’t have Gaby’s
comments end funnily in mid-sentence. And so they had to remove the
UCLA professor’s for the same reason, and their adjoining pages about
the cultural events planned by the Frente. All ripped out. Further,
the book being a “saddle” staple form, all the facing pages of all those
pages, of general AIDS information and statistics and the outlines of
the courses and lots of good stuff like that, all had to come out too.
So that was it. Our nice
little booklet, with lots of good information and plenty work, let me
tell you, was reduced to a silly little pamphlet, hardly holding
together. In addition, my simple use of the AIDS ribbon and its
repeated abstract forms, meant nothing at all, a few odd shapes, looking
like ridiculous errors, appeared on a few of the pages but made no sense
I shook my head. Well, get
over it, Bill, I told myself. That’s bureaucracy for you. Besides,
nobody would speak to me about it or acknowledge they even knew. Except
Nancy, of course.
“What happened to the book,
Bill?” she asked.
I explained. And she
agreed with me. “Get over it, Bill. That’s the way they do things.”
Well, the rest of the week
went great. Almost. On Monday, all the galleries had put up nice
displays of support for the course, handed out little red ribbons
throughout the week. On Tuesday, Reto’s bloody profanities in front of
the Cathedral stopped traffic. We filled the Sala Juárez for Dino’s
piece on Wednesday and then filled the big old opera house “to the
rafters” for the big FREE DRAG SHOW on Thursday. They told us there
were people sitting in upper reaches of the theater where people hadn’t
sat in years. The Intrépidas knocked ‘em dead, of course.
Our theater director, Sergio Santamaría, made a nice speech at the end (BELOW),
thanking all the people who had come to ur shows during the week, for
helping to show that "Oaxaca Responds."
We were feeling
particularly good, then, on Friday, when we went early to oversee the
nice closing ceremonies we had planned at the hotel. I poked my head in
I was told by the little,
shy COESIDA worker in the lobby that they were running a little late,
and the next-to-last session in the room, was still going on.
Fine, I said, and strolled
out onto the lawn. I was looking around for the little string quartet
we had arranged and who had said they’d be there early to have plenty of
time. They weren’t anywhere to be seen.
So I walked around a little
bit and then looked back into the lobby.
The little shy girls at the
door were staring at the floor. I went over.
“You haven’t seen the
string quartet, have you? You know, the musicians who are coming?”
They hemmed and hawed. No, they shook their heads. They didn’t know
anything about that. I suddenly got a small prick of suspicion up my
I went looking for somebody
else. I found Dra. Magda.
“What? That band?” she
screamed at me. “I sent them away, of course!” and she turned to go.
“You what?” I couldn’t
“They wanted to play
music! Imagine! I told them we had no need of any music here! They
left.” She said “music” like it was the most disgusting maggot on earth,
to be squashed underfoot. She stomped off, indignant.
I later heard she was
particularly incensed that they thought they would be paid. “Paid!
Forget it! Out! Get out at once!” she had screamed.
So that’s why the COESIDA workers were
all wearing smug little smiles on their faces; they had saved poor
COESIDA from PAYING for some stupid music!
Well, get over it, Bill.
We did, of course, get over
it. I scurried over to find the little string quartet we’d contracted
and apologized profusely, and insisted on paying them. They said, No,
they would only take half, for the taxis. And the week was long
remembered as a wonderful success, the visiting people from UCLA thought
we were great and said they hadn’t seen such community support in ages.
We became friends and would know them later in Los Angeles.
And we would know a little
better the simple rules about what to expect from our friends at COESIDA.
Mainly, nothing. Anything we did all ourselves, we could do fine.
Anything which involved them, they would somehow totally screw up. The
little booklet, a disaster. The nice closing ceremonies, canceled.
There would be future
collaborations with COESIDA, some nice, some not so nice, but those
simple rules, we found, would always apply.
COLLABORATION WITH COESIDA:
“NIGHT OF THE CANDLES”
So a couple years later, it
was the fall of 2000, we’re hanging around and enjoying our big new
Center above the rushing Periférico of Oaxaca, and busy, but, also, kind
of looking around for another project, when I happened to hear that our
friends at COESIDA were planning a candle-light march in honor of AIDS
deaths for the big Day of the Dead festivities on the first two days of
November. I guess they had done it before, which I vaguely remembered,
and they were going to repeat it this year.
I had always felt that the
use of death as part of our message was particularly delicate. We had
even some time before, decided to take the big death symbol out of our
talks in the part about the stages of the illness; with the new
medicines and a certain sense of hope in the advances against AIDS, we
felt it was a little heavy to always say the last stage is death. So we
had never really done anything, as a group, connected with the big
Mexican holiday, Day of the Dead.
And, of course, remembering
our many previous collaborations with COESIDA, we knew a little to
expect a few bureaucratic hassles from them, and be prepared to do
pretty much anything ourselves, if we wanted to get it done. But, as I
say we were looking around for a project.
So Ayax and I went over to
see Dra. Gaby and see what she had to say. Well, she was happy (I guess)
to see us and we chatted and yes, they were going to do a candle-light
march, the night before the first of November, and it would be very nice
and a solemn affair and end up in the Alameda de León in front of the
We suggested to her that we
take charge of the part in the Alameda and that we do an installation of
candles, of the number of AIDS deaths to date, in a big design of light
in the shape of a skull, and that their candle-light walk would end up
at our installation, and we would consider it a “joint project.”. We
had drawn up on the computer a beautiful overhead view of what it would
Well, she liked the idea a
lot and said at once, oh, yes, let’s do, Bill. It’s a beautiful idea.
And we shook hands on it.
“You’ll tell your people
that we’re doing it then?” I asked, remembering past resistance from
some of her lower administrators. I wanted the boss’ word.
“Oh, yes, Bill. Don’t
She said she would get us
the latest figures on the number of AIDS deaths so far in Oaxaca as an
estimate and then update the number right up to the event, if possible.
I said fine. She said it could be around five hundred. That’s a lot of
Those days, too, Pina
Hamilton was hanging around and stopping in occasionally to say hello
and see how we were doing. She thought the candles event was wonderful.
“I can get you the candles,
Bill,” she said.
“Yes, of course, the
biggest candle maker in Oaxaca is my cousin, bla-bla-bla Fulano, of
Candles de Oaxaca, of course.”
So, we drove out to see
Fulano cousin of the candles and he said, For you, Pina, anything! Of
course, I donate the candles!
I thanked him profusely and
suggested that we would like to get a nice picture of him for the papers
and all, having donated the candles and such.
I don’t want to
have anything in the papers and no names please.
Pina leaned to me, “Bill,
you got the candles. Let’s go.”
So it turned into a big
project, of course, and we decided that we had to take the original
paper wrapping off the candles, which was real ugly, and put our own,
nice, hand-cut white sleeves on each of the candles. A lot of work.
And we decided that the candles should also each sit on a little, round
cut-paper base. They were beautiful.
Then we made twenty-five
little black, one-foot high stanchions, cut and painted, a big silver
screw-eye in the top each holding a new, thick, white nylon rope. It
would outline the peripheral of the skull. It was all looking very good.
We were planning for some
music to be played and were listening to some Phillip Glass that we
liked a lot. We had talked to our sound rental guys and everything was
go. We took photos of the staff and the candles and prepared several
nice press releases to go out shortly before the event.
And we were occasionally
checking in with COESIDA because, well we had to, and then the first few
little complications arose. It seems the location had to be changed.
It was to be moved from the Alameda, in front of the Cathedral, to the
Atria, on the side of the Cathedral, a much less desirable location for
our event. Now, here too, it starts to get a little ridiculous. You
see, the Alameda is actually City property, and COESIDA is a State
institution, and the City is the PAN party and the State is PRI party
and the two can never talk with each other We sighed.
“Well, hell,” I said,
“We’re good friends with the City. I’ll get us permission.”
“Oh, no, you can’t do that.”
I convinced them I could
and I went in the following day and the guys at City Hall, our friends
and long-time supporters said, sure, Bill, that’s a great idea. No
I reported back to a
meeting of some of the COESIDA people that yes, we had permission to do
it in the Alameda and no problem.
I could tell that some of
the group of female administrators that Dra. Gaby surrounds herself with
were major miffed, but I thought Oh, well, let’s just do it. We still
had Dra. Gaby’s authorization on the project.
Then, generally reporting
on our work I happened to mention that our press releases were looking
good and showed then some photos of the candles and how they were
“You mean, you’re... you’re...going
to have ‘publicity’?” someone said as though it were the nastiest word
“Well, of course. We want
as much publicity as we can get!” I said. “All the papers, all the
“Why, that ...that just ...
CHEAPENS the event!” said one of Gaby's administrators.
“Yes,” said another, “that
doesn’t show proper respect for the dead.”
“It’s just making it into a
Gaby was looking about to
cry as usual and I was rolling my eyes thinking let’s get the hell out
“Listen,” I said, “you’ll
all like the press releases a lot, I promise, and anyway we’ll be having
another meeting again soon and we can talk about it more. OK?”
So we got out of that
meeting and I said to the guys, Get those damn press releases out to the
papers at once!
We did. They came out the
next day and looked great and a lot of people were getting very
interested. Nancy said, “I was a little surprised you’re doing that
project. Bill, at Day of the Dead, you know. But it sure looks nice.
We had been billing it as a
joint COESIDA and Frente Común project, even though they were doing
nothing. I had heard nothing about their candle-light march and kind of
assumed it wasn’t happening. I would be proved right. There had been no plans for
a candle-light march and it later fizzled. Oh, well.
Then the statistics we were
getting from Dra. Gaby went quickly over eight hundred. So, we got nine
hundred candles and cut the sleeves and bases. We got the group,
Conciencia Juvenil, from the Casa de la Mujer, a bunch of kids we liked
a lot, to help out and be the candle-lighting team. A dress rehearsal
was planned and a special black T-shirt for the candle-lighters was
printed with the gleaming points of candle-light in the shape of a skull.
It all looked great.
The date neared.
At the next meeting with
the administrators of COESIDA, Dra. Gaby not being available, I told
them that the press releases had already gone out and in fact they could
see the results; I showed them the coverage. There was nothing they
could do about it. They were furious.
I tried to change the subject and
somehow mentioned the sound system for the music.
“Music!” they screamed. “You’re going
to have MUSIC?”
They were livid.
“We’ll see about that!”
said Ofelia, and she
The day before the event I
met once more with the staff of COESIDA. Ofelia met me at the door. She began, “It’s canceled!”
“What? What’s canceled?” I stuttered.
“The whole event! It’s OFF! There was
a meeting, and no one liked anything about the way you are doing the
event and it was decided better to not do anything at all, and so it’s
“But, ...but what about
Dra. Gaby, what does she say?”
“Doctora Gabriela does not
want to talk to you. I’m sorry. Goodbye.”
I was standing in the
entrance of COESIDA, shocked, of course, and shaking my head. The dress
rehearsal was that day. The kids were coming over shortly with their new T-shirts
to practice lighting the candles. With the music. I looked at the
“Well, I got to tell you
“It’s going to happen.”
“No, it’s NOT.”
This was going nowhere.
“Listen, tell the Dra. Gaby
to stop by tomorrow night and see for herself how nice it is. Adiós,
Licenciada,” and walked out.
* * *
Well, it was a
and a lot of people saw it and it got on the front pages of all the
papers the next day. In the end, we had our president, Lilia Palacios,
call up Dra. Gaby at her house and say something like Oh, and I do hope
you’ll come by tonight, Gaby, I’m so looking forward to seeing you.
About six o’clock we
set up the candles, it was still light. It took awhile, there were a
lot, exactly 845. We had made nice little fliers to hand out with a
picture of a single candle, in our hand-cut sleeve and base, and the big
number 845. Then about seven we started the music; a series of haunting
pieces from Phillip Glass’ “Glassworks” album, filled the streets.
The kids, dressed in
black and holding a long white taper began moving down the large pattern
of the gaping skull.
People began slowly
gathering and walking around the large skull. The kids kept the candles
burning long into the night, the tense, dramatic notes of Phillip Glass’
organ sounded, and thousands passed silently by our glowing installation.
Dra Gaby did come, finally, and Lilia
escorted her around the long white rope with its little black stands,
pointing out our little sign which still said a joint project with
“Isn’t it beautiful?” said Lilia.
Gaby just scowled and left.
* * *
PART TWO: THE SURVEY OF PATIENTS