I never understood why the US had a Colombus Day and Thanksgiving. They seem to commemorate to me pretty much the very same thing, except Thanksgiving is actually relevant to the North American history.
For Latin America, it's a pandora box full of mixed feelings and harsh realities that foce us to face contradictions and how heterogenius our culture is. Conquistadors did a full-on genocide here, nobody doubts that, but how can we denounce them without being hipocritical and identify ourselves with the natives and denounce the Spaniards (as is the usual posture about it nowadays) when they are also part of us and we identify their language, culture, religion and whatnot closer to them than anybody else? How we face ourselves in the mirror when we see the rapist and the rape victim looking back? You see this identity problem on how Latin American countries don't know how to call October 12th: Race Day, Hispanic Day, Cultural Diversity Day, Pan-American People Day, Indigenous Struggle Day, Encounter of Two Worlds, etc.
I never understood how complex was this situation until I visited Peru and Ecuador. Venezuela was a rather unimportant colony and besides churches and fortresses, very little of our colonial times remains but everyone agrees how criminal the Conquistadors were, considering how indigenous population is less than 5% (against 50% who are of mixed race). They forced natives to hard labor and when they started to died out, they brought in African slaves.
Even the priests of that era denounce how inhuman those conditions were.
But in Peru and Ecuador, were the indigenous population roughly goes 20 to 40%, there seemed to be a sense of pride about their colonial times, with portraits of their colonial governors in the museums along paintings and royal regalia of the Inca emperors, the Lima cathedral had the remains of Francisco Pizarro and St. Turibius, who translated the Bible to Quecha and Cuzco has its main square with a statue of an Inca emperor in front of a cathedral completely adorned with gold and silver by Spaniards, a half-Sun Temple and half monastery and natives who charge you to take a picture with them and an Alpaca.
And I wonder, is this a facade to put for tourists, a continuous whitewash to not suffer the cultural burden of contradiction or a people who have embraced the best and worst of their ancestors?
And then there's the whole new level of independence. I was surrpised in college to discover that natives had it worst here in Venezuela after we became an independent country since the Church-run indigenous enclaves were dissolved and natives were forced integrate society, pretty much watering down their culture to non-existence, those who did not integrate were the ones to survive nowadays in the Amazon jungle, the Orinoco delta and the Guajira Penninsula.
And ours was just ignorance, Chile and Argentina manipulated the natives of Patagonia to earn territory from the other until Argentina did a full-on war on the natives called
The Conquest of the Desert whose commander was later elected president twice and was, until recently, on the Argentine 100 peso bill along with a painting of him and the cavalry on the pampas.
I love cachapas. They are a corn-dough pancake invented, if I'm not mistaken, by the Carib people. I consider cachapas part of my Venezuelan identity, my Latino identity. I consider beautiful the idea of the Latino culture because it means I'm bound from the descendants of the Aztecs and Mayans in Mexico to a third generation
Japanese-Peruvian to some century-old Ashkenazi family in Buenos Aires, despite how diverse we are. I know at least two thirds of my ancestors come from Canary Islands, but I feel no connection to them or their culture. From early on, I have been told our culture, our people, our race is
mixed. But I wonder, where does that leave the natives? Those who named my hometown, my home state and many words I use whose etimologies have been lost in time?
Sometimes I think the words of
Arturo Uslar Pietri: If the British had arrived instead of the Spaniards, Mexico would be a second India. The British seldom mixed with anyone, Spaniards did and a lot. They both created empires and both were brutal in their own, idiosyncrastic ways. I was begotten from the brutality of the latter, but I'm freightened if this means I have programmed to justify genocide. If I'm a puddle of water who is sure the hole he lays in is perfect, because that's the hole he has live in his entire existence.