Sunday, December 22, 2013

Chapter Thirteen, El Paso: 1962 1968 (Part Three)



I was informed later that the Kmetzach woman was a schizophrenic who should never have been allowed to drive a car.  I am still surprised that no one in the ward or stake let us know, even though they knew that she was to help Ruth drive.  I might mention that even though our station wagon, expensive camera equipment, and other belongings were destroyed and family members seriously injured, no member of the Kmetzach family ever contacted us.
The next morning I drove up to the University, accompanied by my niece, Marilyn McKay, to participate in the Ethnic Minority Institute organized by Helen and Greg Crampton.  I spoke on Mexican‑Americans in the morning and participated in a panel discussion on minorities in the afternoon.  My father, who was in attendance, told me that I spoke well, but a little too fast.  While at the University I visited Ray Canning, Robert Gray, and Ted Smith, who told me that the Department of Sociology was still interested in me.  Several days later I talked to members of the Department of Sociology at Brigham Young University, who told me the same thing.  I remained in Salt Lake City until Ruth, David and Ann had improved and then flew back to El Paso on June 22 with Daniel and Keith.  We "bached it" until Ruth, David, and Ann rejoined us on July 13.
In July Dr. Paul V. Getty, director of the Southwest Educational Laboratory in Albuquerque, invited me to serve as a consultant with the laboratory.  Until I left El Paso, I flew to Albuquerque almost every month to evaluate proposals from diverse school districts in New Mexico and west Texas.  I also enjoyed visiting various school districts to discuss programs submitted to the laboratory.  I was paid well for my services and met many fine people in the region.
Also in July the drumbeat of events began that would lead Reies L. Tijerina to a Federal jail and myself and family to Salt Lake City.  On July 3, 1966, the Alianza began a four‑day march from Albuquerque to the state capitol in Santa Fe to attract public attention to their claims that the Spanish‑American rural village people had been deprived of millions of acres of land given to their ancestors by the Spanish and Mexican governments.  As Governor Campbell was out of town, the leaders of the march had to wait until July 11 to deliver their petition requesting the assistance of the Federal and state governments to secure the return of the land.  Governor Campbell promised to forward the petition to Congress and to President Johnson with his personal recommendation that the Federal government conduct a thorough investigation into the Alianza charges.
The governor sought advice about the authenticity of the Alianza claims from Dr. Myra Jenkins, the State Archivist of New Mexico, who had written about land grants during the Spanish and Mexican periods.  Dr. Jenkins was quoted by the press as reporting that, "There is little historical validity to many of their claims . . . Many members of the so‑called Alianza were not descendants of any Spanish or Mexican land grantees.  I fear that there are outside influences which are reopening this old issue for pecuniary gain."  Because of this report the governor never forwarded the Alianza petition to Washington.  The Anglo‑American establishment of the state, completely isolated from the rural Spanish‑American people from this moment on, regarded the Alianza as a comical movement led by a confidence man.  It was a sad mistake.  If the establishment and the Federal and state governments had taken the Alianza seriously and made honest efforts to investigate the Alianza claims, the drift toward violence would have been prevented.
The resultant conflicts between the Alianza and the state and Federal governments developed overtones of a Greek tragedy.  The majority of Anglo‑American residents in New Mexico know little about the history of the state or about the tragic socioeconomic conditions of the rural Spanish‑American people in northern New Mexico.  They tend to regard the Spanish‑Americans as an inferior people who refuse to Americanize.  On the other hand, the rural Spanish‑Americans never quite understood the American economic, legal, political and social systems imposed upon them by the American occupation of New Mexico.  These systems have functioned to their disadvantage.  As a result, a deeply‑rooted emotional layer of bitterness and resentment exists within the rural Spanish‑American people of northern New Mexico that periodically erupts (every ten years or so) in rural protest movements that burn buildings and fences and kill the livestock of intruding Anglo‑American ranchers.  Furthermore, the spread of national forests and government restrictions upon the use of public lands have caused serious economic damage to the Spanish‑Americans.
Unfortunately, the Alianza came into existence during a time when black ghettos were flaming across urban American and one international crisis followed another.  The rise in tension and fear among the Anglo‑American population of the state and in‑state federal agencies in New Mexico was also fueled by the old atavistic Anglo fear of a massive Spanish‑American rural uprisings against Anglo‑Americans that has haunted New Mexico since the Taos Revolt in the first years of Anglo‑American occupation of New Mexico.
At their September, 1966, convention in Albuquerque, the Alianza leaders announced that the Alianza would occupy a community land grant somewhere in New Mexico and challenge the Federal government to evict them.  Tijerina hoped to trap the government into a court case in which the government would have to prove the validity of government and Anglo‑American titles to alienated Spanish and Mexican land grants.  The possibility that the government might bring criminal charges was not examined.  An estimated 340 Spanish‑American members of the Alianza squatted on the Echo Amphitheatre Campground in the Kit Carson National Forest and defied the government to evict them.  The Alianza, disillusioned in its efforts to establish a peaceful dialogue with state and federal agencies over its claims, threw down a gauntlet to the U.S. Forest Service‑‑the most unpopular Federal landlord in New Mexico.
It was not until October 22, 1966, that the U.S. Forest Service picked up the gauntlet.  Early on the morning of October 22 a force of state police and U.S. forest rangers blocked the entrance to the campground and asked those camped in the campground if they had purchased proper recreational permits.  As the forest rangers were checking cars and trailers, a large caravan of Alianza members and leaders, including Tijerina, drove through the blockade.  An altercation broke out between the rangers within the campground and Alianza members that ended when a Spanish‑American state police captain entered the campground and rescued the rangers.  At no time did the large force of state police of Forest Service personnel manning the blockade at the entrance of the campground make any effort to prevent or to stop the conflict.
On October 25 U.S. Attorney John Quinn secured a Federal injunction enjoining the Alianza from occupying any part of the campground.  Out of the 300 some odd Alianza people occupying the campground, only five (Reies L. Tijerina; his brother, Cristobal Tijerina; Alfonso Chavez; Jerry Noel; and Esequiel Dominguez) were named in an indictment charging them with five counts of converting government property to their personal use and conspiring to prevent forest rangers from carrying out their duties.  No charges of trespassing were brought against the Alianza and Federal attorneys did all they could to prevent a challenge to the Federal title of the Echo Amphitheater, once part of a land grant.
Towards the end of September, I again traveled to Santa Fe by bus to participate in a two‑day Vista training program sponsored by Project Help, the major rural anti‑poverty program in New Mexico.  During the program I encountered many Vistas whom I helped train at Monte Vista.  They told me about many of their problems.  Radicalized by their exposure to the poverty, economic discrimination, and ethnic prejudice, they wanted to develop movements to improve these conditions.  But the national Vista office and their local sponsoring agencies told them that any social or political action on their part might result in their discharge from the Vista program.  They were terribly frustrated.
It was in September that Salvador Ramirez reported to me that the two co‑directors of the El Paso Migrant Labor Program‑‑Terrazas and Haggerty‑were requiring kickbacks from all businessmen selling products or services to the program.  Stirred to action, Sal and I visited virtually all businessmen involved with the program and found a widespread pattern of forced kickbacks.  I called the Migrant Labor Division of the Office of Economic Opportunity, Washington, D.C., and advised them of the situation.  The office sent in a very inept investigator who managed to alert the two that they were under investigation.  A more competent investigator found substantial evidence of fraud and forced the resignation of the co‑directors.  I wanted the Office of Employment Opportunity to prosecute Haggerty and Terrazas for fraud, but the office wished to avoid bad publicity and refused.  Much to my surprise I found that just before I left El Paso that Haggerty had been appointed to an important position in the United Fund.  Indignant, I told the full story to the F.B.I. and to several directors of the fund.
Walter O'Dwyer, who replaced Haggerty and Terrazas, was personally honest, but mismanaged the program and tried to intimidate board and staff.  Again I requested help from the Migrant Labor Division.  The Office of Economic Opportunity abruptly terminated the program.  I felt very bitter that a much‑needed program providing retraining and vocational education to large numbers of poor Mexican‑American migrant farm workers had to be terminated because of corruption and mismanagement among middle class administrators.
The last three months of 1966 were, for me, very busy and significant months.  On October 11 I received a letter from Gregg Olds, editor of the Texas Observer, asking me to contribute an article to a special issue on the Mexican‑American population of Texas.  I felt flattered at the invitation.  The Texas Observer was a beacon of light during the 1960s in the black night of Texas corruption and obscurantism.  On October 14 I flew to Fort Worth to participate in a two‑day workshop sponsored by the Texas Council of the National Association of Social Workers on Social Work Education at Undergraduate Colleges.  The Southwestern Educational Development Laboratory, Austin, invited me on October 20 to serve on the Advisory Committee of Foundation Studies in Intercultural Education.  I was told that the advisory committee was to assist the Southwestern Educational Development Laboratory:  (1) to improve the educational environment of the four major cultural groups (Mexican‑American, Negro‑American, French‑American and Anglo‑American) in Louisiana and Texas; and (2) to facilitate intercultural understanding.  Thus I became involved with the two educational laboratories in the Southwest‑‑the Albuquerque and the Austin laboratories.
The battle for bilingual education increased in ferocity in the Southwest during the 1960s.  Fighting in the ranks of those opposed to bilingual education were the racially and ethnically prejudiced, believers in the concept of one people, on nation, and one language, teachers worried about their jobs in education if a knowledge of Spanish were required of Southwestern teachers, those afraid of the impact of bilingual education upon national unity, and many worried about the increasing Mexicanization of the Southwest.  The ranks of those in favor of bilingualism included foreign language teachers, Mexican‑American community leaders, Mexican‑American militants and students, internationalists, and those who (like myself) believed that bilingualism would improve the educational opportunities of thousands of Mexican‑American students from non‑English speaking homes.  When I found out that Mexican immigrant children coming to the United States after their primary education in Mexico learned English better than Mexican‑American students who had come up through the American school system, I joined the struggle for bilingual education and fought for it in season and out of season for ten years, antagonizing the educational establishment of New Mexico and Texas in the process.
The battle reached its peak in the November 4 to 5, 1965 conference in El Paso titled "Our Bilinguals:  Social, Psychological, Linguistic and Pedagogical Barriers" of the Southwest Conference of Foreign Language Teachers.  I was among those who strongly advocated the principles of bilingualism to a divided audience.  But by the 1966 Southwest Conference of Foreign Language Teachers, the battle was over.  Opposition had vanished or gone underground.  Dr. Bruce Gardner, head of the U.S. Office of Education, spoke in favor of bilingual education with grace, wit, and learning.  I enjoyed his friendship and had many conversations with him about the educational needs of the Mexican‑American children of the Southwest.
My work with both the Albuquerque and Austin Educational Laboratories increased during 1966.  Almost every month I traveled to Albuquerque, Houston and Austin to work with lab committees.  My work with the Advisory Committee on Foundation Studies in International Education, a committee of the Austin Laboratory, exposed me to experts on the educational needs of French Louisiana, black, and poor rural white children in Texas and Louisiana.  I learned much and earned a little money in the process.  The Committee on Foundation Studies discussed:  (1) political and economic factors that inhibited bilingual and intercultural education in the two states; (2) techniques useful in bringing about education change; and (3) education as a dimension of political and economic community systems.  I quite enjoyed my work on the committee and believed that our reports on these matters to the Austin Laboratory were useful.  I puzzled over the employment of French‑speaking teachers from France in the Cajun areas of Louisiana.  Surely their French would cause problems for the Cajun speakers.
For the Albuquerque lab I evaluated programs financed by the laboratory.  In the fall of 1966 I visited the Hobbs, New Mexico Junior High School.  Byron Ecklund, a seventh grade teacher, drove me around Hobbs, a prosperous but unprepossessing eastern New Mexico community.  I was startled when he told me that the community had built a million dollar high school auditorium.  I could not help but reflect on the impoverished school systems of northern New Mexico, few of whom even had a million dollars in their entire budget.
In the visit I observed volunteers from churches and civil clubs working with students on what were referred to as "educational problems"‑‑most of them Mexican‑Americans.  I managed to shake loose the teachers and volunteers long enough to talk to the students in Spanish.  I questioned them at length about discrimination, prejudice, and mistreatment.  Much to my surprise I found them to be enthusiastic about their teachers and their schools.  They denied any discriminatory treatment.  They did, however, report that they had very little social interaction with Anglo‑American students.  In checking the libraries I found considerable material on minority groups.  I met all the teachers working within the project to improve education opportunities for minority groups.  They seemed to be happy, eager, and intellectually alive.  The school superintendent struck me as a kind, humane superintendent.  I left rather impressed by it all.
After school on November 16 I flew to Salt Lake City to visit the Department of Sociology at the University of Utah.  Ted Smith and Ray Canning said they would do all they could to have the university offer me a contract.  In the afternoon I drove down to Brigham Young University to talk to John Christiansen and other members of the Department of Sociology.  They told me that they would like to have me come there.  Although I expressed considerable interest in a position at Brigham Young University, I internally shrank from coming to a school headed by Ernest Wilkinson, an anti‑intellectual and a politically and economically reactionary university president. 
Although exhausted from my constant traveling, I flew to Fort Worth with Ralph Segalman and Phillip Himelstein, chairman of the Department of Psychology on November 28 to participate in the annual meetings of the Texas State Department of Public Welfare.  I delivered a paper on Mexican‑American attitudes in the Urban Barrio Toward Social Workers.  In spite of my often severe criticisms of welfare workers, my paper was well received.  I learned from friends in attendance at the conference that the efforts by Tony Tinajero to organize the migrant farm workers were being repressed by massive violence in the usual Texas style.
The fall semester of 1966 went by quietly.  On August 23 I traveled to Dallas to participate in a two‑day conference on urbanism in the Southwest on the campus of Arlington State College, now the University of Texas at Arlington.  Upon my return I gave a series of lectures on Mexican‑American history, culture, socioeconomic problems in the Southwest and the socio‑economic conditions of South El Paso to the teaching sisters of Our Lady of Loretto.  I deeply enjoyed my activities with the order and found them deeply devoted to helping the poor and minority groups in and around El Paso.
Dr. Tom Wiley, Executive Director of the New Mexico Research and Study Council, invited me to speak at their annual conference held on December 7 in Las Cruces, New Mexico.  As the theme was "Community Power Structure," I spoke on the powerlessness of the numerous rural Spanish‑American communities in northern New Mexico and their deliberate exclusion from participation in political and economic power in the state by a corrupt Anglo‑American dominated political system.  And on December 25 I had the pleasure of serving as Santa Claus at the Boys' Club annual Christmas party for the children of South El Paso.  I have often wondered what the young children thought about a Santa Claus speaking Spanish with a strong English accent.
The year 1967 began with the preventable deaths of three small children of a large, impoverished Mexican‑American family living in one of the dreadful tenements of South El Paso on January 4.  An illegal gasoline‑fueled heater exploded, killing the three children.  Upon learning about the fire in the early morning paper, I talked to Joe McDougal and Frank Gallardo of Project Bravo and Salvador Ramirez.  We met at the office of the Juvenile Delinquency Project and called together all the barrio leaders.  I spoke to them about the death of the three Rosales children, victims of the El Paso slum lords and the Anglo establishment.  I reminded them that they or other members of their families could die in similar fires.  I pointed out that few Anglo‑Americans in El Paso were aware of existing conditions in South El Paso.  I argued that for over three years we had been putting pressure on the city administration to enforce tenement codes without success.
The time for talking had ended and the time for action had come.  I poured out my anger in a fiery, emotional speech that aroused them to action.  Our little group pulled together a larger committee from the barrio leaders and the staffs of Project Bravo, Macho, and Juvenile Delinquency.  Promptly securing the support of the Catholic clergy from the two parishes in South El Paso.  We organized a demonstration.  I helped to paint the numerous signs of protest and constructed a manifesto which we distributed to the mass media and to people along the route of the march.  The manifesto read as follows:
We, the people of South El Paso, protest the death of the Rosales children.  Mayor Williams, the City Council, and the tenement owners are responsible for their deaths.  Mayor Williams and the City Council have persistently refused to enforce the inadequate tenement inspection code of the city.  They have allowed hundreds of unsafe fire traps housing thousands of people to remain standing in El Paso.  They have permitted tenement owners to make fortunes out of the misery and ignorance of the people of South El Paso.  They have refused to pass an adequate housing code for the city.  They are directly responsible for the death of those innocent children.  Many other children will die unless housing conditions are changed.  Therefore, we the people of South El Paso demand that the city administration pass an adequate housing code.  We demand that these fire traps be pulled down and decent housing be provided.  We demand that tenement owners be forced to make their buildings safe.  We demand that the city put an end to conditions that affect the health and safety of our children.  Let the rest of the city know that unless our demands are met, we will organize to protect our lives and those of our children.
Abelardo Delgado, a staff member of our Juvenile Delinquency Project and a budding poet, philosopher and barrio leader, composed the following poem:

After years of Misery and Filth,
After Years of Broken Promises,
After the Rats, the Cockroaches, the Broken Toilets
After the Slow Death of the People by T.B.
By Malnutrition, Pneumonia, and now
The Fiery Death of Three Children
We Will No Longer Wait.

All though the late morning and afternoon, our people fanned out through South El Paso, persuading the people to join the demonstration.  Hundreds came.  At 4:00 p.m. the march began with a solemn mass for the three dead children, officiated by Father Gafford in the Sacred Heart Church.  After the mass the priests and sisters in attendance joined the demonstration.  We carefully organized the march to prevent violence.  The demonstrators were formed into sections of about 100 people, each section headed by a barrio leader.  Clergy and sisters were placed in the front row of the first section.  Former gang leaders and young adults prowled along the sides of the demonstration to maintain order and to keep radical elements from taking advantage of the demonstration.  The march proceeded up through South El Paso to the City and Council Building.
At first it looked as though the police would not let the demonstrators leave South El Paso.  But as television camera crews filmed the advancing lines of clergy, nuns, and women with children marching toward the police singing religious hymns and shouting slogans demanding better housing and enforcement of the tenement codes, the police lines suddenly opened just before our first rank reached them.  In a slow, very orderly, controlled fashion the march proceeded to the City and County Building.  Some of our barrio leaders demanded to see the mayor and city council, who were in the building, but the police would not let anyone enter.  The mayor and council members refused to leave the building.  So, following orders, the main body of the marchers swung through the narrow streets of the downtown area, blocking traffic and singing, to San Jacinto plaza in the heart of the city.  As the march proceeded, several hundred or more people joined us.  To keep up with the march, the police hurried away from the City and County Building to direct traffic, open streets, and to follow the marchers.  At no time did they make any effort to stop the march after the first impulse.
Noticing that the City and County Building was left unguarded, a segment of the demonstration numbering about 200 people led by Nino Aguilera and Frank Galvan suddenly turned back, entering the City and County Building before the police became aware of their movement.  Accompanied by reporters and television cameras, Frank and Nino caught the mayor unprotected in his office.  They angrily lectured the somewhat abashed and scared mayor.  By the time the police reached the front of the building, the alerted demonstrators poured out the back door to the plaza.  No violence took place.
At the plaza the people listened to speakers denouncing the situation.  The demonstration ended about dark and the ever‑increasing crowd listened quietly to speakers until they went home.  The demonstration was a success.  No one had been hurt and no property destroyed.  The mayor and city council began to enforce the tenement code and landowners began to repair their tenements.  But, best of all, no one seemed to know about my role in organizing the demonstration.  When queried, our people simply said that they moved in to control a demonstration that began spontaneously as an expression of neighborhood anger over the death of the three children.
The next day, still angry, I called President Ray of the college and told him that I intended to organize a series of conferences on social and economic conditions in South El Paso.  He approved the suggestion.  I at once called a meeting of interested faculty and El Paso social agency heads to discuss the idea.  The majority were interested, so we established a committee headed by Andy Sparks to organize the seminars.  We selected people familiar with South El Paso to discuss the problems.  Then we picked residents of South El Paso to discuss their living conditions.  And, finally, panels were composed of representatives of federal agencies presenting information on the programs they could offer the people of South El Paso and the community of El Paso.  The series of seminars held in February on housing, income and employment at the Sacred Heart gymnasium drew around 400 people.  I wanted to expand the series, involving more agencies and community leaders, but Salvador Ramirez (to my surprise) did what he could to discourage the idea.  Salvador worked seriously to calm me down and to divert my attention away from the tragic deaths and the serious socioeconomic problems of South El Paso to the day to day management of the anti‑poverty and juvenile delinquency programs.  I suspected that he had been bought off.  The tenement owners harassed local South El Paso people who participated in the seminars.  I tried to get Sal to help organize local protest demonstrations, but he refused.
Deeply concerned about the situation, I flew to Albuquerque to attend a CODAZR meeting on January 28.  Then on January 29 I flew to Washington, D.C., to participate in the two‑day conference to discuss ways in which minorities differ from the dominant Anglo‑American majority sponsored by the Joint Commission on Correctional Manpower and Training.  Papers on Mexican‑Americans, American Indians, Japanese‑Americans, Blacks and Puerto Ricans were prepared by Philip Montez, Robert L. Bennett, Harry H.L. Kitans, Wesley Ted Cobb, and Joseph Montserrat.  Donald G. Dodge discussed the Job Corp experience with Minorities and Rudy Sanfilippo and Jo Wallach the implications of cultural differences for corrections.  I reported on the history and values of the Spanish‑speaking people of the Southwest.  I felt highly honored to have been invited.  After the conference I spent a good part of the day visiting museums and art galleries.
On February 9 I flew to Austin to attend the meetings of the Committee on International Education, established by the Texas Educational Agency and chaired by Severo Gomez, a man whom I came to respect very highly.  We discussed the problems of accrediting the programs of numerous schools established by American communities in Latin America.  Apparently many of these schools were seeking accreditation from the Texas Educational Agency.  Then we discussed bilingual education and ways of persuading schools to adapt it in Texas.  We decided that the best approach might be to seduce money‑hungry Texan schools with grants on the one hand and gentle to strong persuasion on the other.  After our meeting I wandered around Austin, strolling over the University of Texas campus and through the state capitol.
On February 18 I had the pleasure of baptizing our neighbor, Mary Dinsmoor, a member of the church.  George I. Sanchez came to speak at a training session of the staff of anti‑poverty programs in El Paso several days later.  I went up to his hotel room to get him and found him vomiting blood.  I put him to bed and called the doctor.  Later in the day I flew him to Austin.  Another once‑powerful Mexican‑American and Spanish‑American leader approached the end of his career.
In the spring of 1967 Bishop Metzger permitted my friends and allies, Joe Rubio and Andy Sparks, to publish a diocesan paper filled with articles on poverty, tenement conditions, discrimination, causes of crime and delinquency in El Paso, and on the need to organize the Mexican‑American people for effective social action.  I worked closely with them.  The paper was published for six months or so and then was suspended because of pressures brought to bear by the Anglo‑American establishment.  In spite of the suspension, many priests in El Paso (both Anglo‑American and Mexican‑American) supported our efforts in the city.  During this same period both Fabio da Silva and Ralph Segalman resigned from the Department.  Fabio moved to the University of Notre Dame and Ralph became head of the Upward Bound program on campus.
On March 12 I flew to Dallas to read a paper on land loss among the Spanish‑American people of northern New Mexico at the Southwest Sociological Society meetings in Dallas.  I quite enjoyed the meetings and on April 26 I traveled again to Austin by way of San Antonio to lecture to a Vista training group on Mexican‑American values and socioeconomic conditions.  Returning to El Paso that night, I flew the next morning to Colorado Springs to participate in the annual meetings of the Rocky Mountain Social Science Association.  I read a paper on "The Impact of Social and Cultural Change Upon the Social Systems of the Spanish‑American People."  With the ending of this session I moved from vice president to president of the organization.  Early in May Salvador Ramirez and I traveled to the Catholic monastery in Pecos to participate in a weekend training session for New Mexican Vista volunteers.
While there I attended, with several Vistas, a local meeting of Pecos people protesting recent decisions by the U.S. Forest Service.  The Forest Service had banned the grazing of milk cows and work horses on the Kit Carson National Forest, while permitting the grazing of beef cattle and riding horses.  The milk cows and work horses belonged to poor Spanish‑American rural families, while the beef cattle and riding horses were more apt to belong to Anglo‑American ranchers.  The people, many of whom were close to tears, said that the Forest Service refused to listen to them.  They asserted that their basic living standards were falling.  Listening to them, I knew that Reies would attract many new members to his Alianza.  Little did the forest management know the harvest that their policies would reap.
Superintendent McBride had asked me earlier in the year to give the commencement address to Grants High School graduating class.  He mentioned to me that the student population was quite mixed.  Many of his students were from West Virginian miner families attracted to Grants by the mining industry.  However, the majority were Spanish‑Americans from the old declining Spanish‑American villages in the region.  As we had not had a vacation for some time, I decided to take my family with me to Grants.  The town itself was not attractive; however, we were welcomed warmly by the superintendent, principal and teachers. I began by giving what I felt was a decent speech on the need for higher education or vocational training.  Noticing that Lt. Governor Frances and other New Mexican notables were in the audience, for some unknown reason I deviated from my remarks to mention my alarm at the growing unrest among the Spanish‑Americans.  I pointed out that unless something were done about the land issue, violence might erupt in the near future in New Mexico.  Little did I know how prophetic my comments would be.  When I sat down, the same people who had been so cordial were much less so.
I picked up my check and drove my family out of town.  We visited Zuni and Acoma and the El Moro National Monument.  I sat entranced for an hour in front of the Spanish “Se Pasó por Aquí” inscription.  From the monument we drove to Ramah to observe the Mormon village so commented on in studies of the region.  I was surprised at the junk cluttering so many vacant lots.  From Ramah we traveled to St. Johns, the local Mormon capital.  We passed through the Gila National Forest to Silver City and then back to El Paso.
Although I had to turn my attention to the problems of my department, such as budget and recruiting, I could not divert my attention from New Mexico.  From the newspapers it was obvious that tensions were rising throughout northern New Mexico.  Rumors about armed uprisings percolated out of the region.  Anglo‑American families began to migrate from Spanish‑American villages.  The Attorney General, Boston Witt, a poor man for the position, and other New Mexican officials began to accuse the Alianza of Communist influences and of subversion of American principles.  In reaction to the inflammatory rhetoric, the Alianza response became ever stronger.  Alianza leaders talked about setting up a Spanish‑American republic in the Tierra Amarilla region independent of the laws of New Mexico.  As I read and listened, I knew that the situation was reaching a crisis point.  Buildings and fences began to burn again in Rio Arriba County.
As the time came for the Alianza to hold its annual convention this time in Coyote, numerous forest fires burned on the Kit Carson National Forests.  Rangers were reluctant to ride the more distant trails and roads in the forests.  People in the region began to arm themselves and fear, like a heavy blanket, covered the region.  But, then, a few days before the meeting everything seemed to calm down.  Informants in New Mexico relayed to me that the newly‑elected Governor Cargo (married to a Spanish‑American woman and former Alianza member) was very sympathetic to the Spanish‑Americans.  It was rumored that he had come to an agreement with Reies Tijerina.  The state government would not interfere with the meetings, provided that the Alianza promised to respect all state laws.  The night before the meeting Governor Cargo left the state to ostensibly visit Governor Romney in Michigan.
But on June 2 District Attorney Alfonso Sanchez defined the Alianza meeting as an illegal assembly.  Local and state police began arresting all the Alianza members they could find.  No time was provided the Alianza members to return home between the banning of the meeting and the police sweep.  Quite a large number were picked up, but the police missed Reies L. Tijerina and a militant group of followers, who escaped into the woods.  Although Cargo had left the state when the police sweep around Coyote took place, I learned several years later that he may have ordered the arrests before he left.
In making the arrests, the police broke into homes without warrants, seized parents (members of the Alianza), and took them from the midst of their frightened and intimidated children.  The arrested people were thrown into jail and kept there in violation of civil procedures.  Law enforcement agencies in the region, both state and local, fell over themselves patting each other on the back about the way they handled the explosive situation in Coyote.
Angered by what they regarded as the violation of state promises, the Alianza decided to send a group of armed men (headed by Reies Tijerina) to attack the Tierra Amarilla courthouse on June 5 to make a citizen's arrest of Alfonso Sanchez.  The seven raiders, arriving after the preliminary hearings had been held and those arrested released on bond, occupied the courthouse, shot two deputy sheriffs, exchanged shots with the police, took two hostages, forced their way through several police blockades, and vanished into the mountains.
The Lt. Governor had called out the National Guard, mobilized the state police, the Jicarilla Apache tribal police, and several sheriff's posses from the Anglo‑American sections of the state.  Tanks, trucks and jeeps rumbled in convoy after convoy along the narrow mountain roads of Rio Arriba County.  Planes and helicopters flew overhead, but no one left the roads.  It was rumored that numerous armed guerrilla bands were forming in the mountains.
Several small Spanish‑American villages such as Canjilon, inhabited by many Alianza sympathizers, were surrounded.  People were removed from their homes and placed in sheep corrals or buses for many hours without food or water while their homes and the surrounding areas were searched by National Guardsmen or state police.  During the day of the 6th, northern Rio Arriba County was treated by police and National Guardsmen as though it were an enemy country in the process of being occupied.
On June 5 I taught my classes at the university and came home after lunch and worked on a paper most of the afternoon.  Father Robert Garcia, head of the New Mexican State O.E.O. office in Santa Fe called me around 6:00 p.m. to relate the events.  He reported that chaos and hysteria reigned in Santa Fe with no one apparently in control.  Saying that an armed confrontation was possible between the police and the guard on one hand and Spanish‑American groups on the other, he asked me to come up to Santa Fe to help control the situation.  I said I wouldn't come.  I had argued for over a year that violence was possible in New Mexico, only to come under sharp attack from state officials and from the press.  Then a Mr. Prentice, an aid to Lt. Governor Frances, called.  I made a number of suggestions about reducing tension such as sharply reducing the number of poorly‑trained Guardsmen and police in northern Rio Arriba County before someone got shot.
Thinking that my role had ended, I went to bed.  But at 1:00 a.m. Father Garcia called again to tell me that a state plane would pick me up at the Southwest Ranger's section of the municipal airport.  Events were simply pulling me into the imbroglio in northern New Mexico, whether I wanted to get involved or not.  Ruth packed a small bag for me and I drove to the airport to be met by the pilot.  A Charles Dualiby was on board from the State O.E.O. office.  He explained the sequence of events, from which I gathered that Governor Cargo had lost control of the situation to his Attorney General, Boston Witt; the District Attorney, Alfonso Sanchez; and the head of the state police, who simply ignored the governor as he tried to prevent violence.  
Upon arrival in Santa Fe I was taken to a motel.  Father Garcia, Antonio Tinajero and Joe Benitez were there.  We discussed the situation throughout the night.  I called the duty officer at F.B.I. headquarters in Washington, D.C., to report the gross violation of civil rights to him.  My friends then told me that rumors in the state capitol had it that Cuban guerrilla experts with heavy weapons from Cuba had been parachuted to armed Spanish‑Americans bands forming in the hills; arson squads had been organized to burn down Anglo‑American towns; assassination squads were prowling the streets, hunting down hostile Anglo‑American leaders; and an armed attack upon Santa Fe was expected any moment.  Lt. Governor Frances had set up a war room in the state capitol from which he was issuing war communiqués.
The next morning we met with Governor Cargo and persuaded him to call off the national guard, the Apache tribal police, and the Anglo‑American possees, as well as most of the state police‑‑which he did.  In the process he was savagely criticized by Alfonso Sanchez, Captain Black (commander of the state police), and the state newspapers.  Governor Cargo told me that he had read several of my papers and wanted to receive copies of everything that I had written.
After leaving the Governor's office, our little group tried to interest the New Mexico Civil Liberties Association in the massive civil rights violations that had taken place, but to no avail.  In some bitterness we went over to the jail to try to talk to some of the arrested Alianza people to secure a coherent account of what had happened.  The warden refused to let us talk to anyone.  As I stood there arguing, I saw a newspaper reporter from the Albuquerque Journal come into a room occupied by Tijerina's pregnant wife.  When I pointed this out to the warden I was informed that the man was a lawyer.
Leaving the jail in disgust, we encountered Lorenzo Tapia, a former assistant to Senator Chavez and a lawyer.  He commented on the massive civil rights violation.  I told him he was just what we needed.  I went over our experiences with the F.B.I., the Civil Liberties group, and the warden and asked him to represent the incarcerated.  On the spur of the moment he said he would.  He called Alfonso Sanchez to state that he represented the people in jail, wanted to see his clients, and desired to know what charges had been filed against them.  I could hear Alfonso Sanchez screaming over the phone that they were Communists who did not deserve a lawyer.  They had now been held for two days without being allowed to communicate with anyone or to secure legal assistance.
After the telephone call we walked back to the prison, demanded to see the prisoners, and to know what charges had been filed against them.  The warden permitted us to see the prisoners, but could not find a charge sheet.  We talked to each prisoner, advising him of his legal rights and letting each know that he had an attorney.  We urged them to tell no one except us about their presumed activities.  The prisoners looked at us as though we were an answer to their prayers, which I am sure we were.  As I looked at these humble, hard‑working Spanish‑Americans detained in violation of the law, my heart went out to them.
By now it was very late at night.  After securing something to eat, we slept for several hours‑‑the first sleep I had had since coming to Santa Fe.  The next morning we went over to the governor's office.  The governor told us that he had talked to Reies Tijerina over the phone, urging him to surrender.  He told us that Reies refused until the governor could guarantee his life, as the police had orders to take him dead or alive.
The next morning Tinajero, Benitez and I walked over to the governor's office.  The sense of crisis had evaporated, to be replaced by a sense of depression, bewilderment, uncertainness, and perhaps a feeling of guilt.  No one really seemed to be in charge.  The governor asked many questions about the socioeconomic conditions of northern New Mexico.  I felt sorry for Governor Cargo.  He seemed to be a well‑meaning, decent man, genuinely sympathetic to the Spanish‑Americans, who had simply lost control of the situation and did not know quite what to do.
Leaving the governor's office we walked over to the courthouse to observe the arraignment of the jailed Aliancistas to Judge Scarborough.  The courthouse was surrounded by a ring of heavily‑armed police, who carefully checked everyone approaching the building.  The stairwell and corridors were also lined with armed police.  I noted armed federal marshals standing around the walls of the courtroom.  Even the judge and some of the lawyers were armed, all victims of their own fear.  The defendants, including Tijerina's 19 year‑old daughter and his pregnant wife, were denied bail and ordered to be held in the state penitentiary on capital charges.
As I left the courtroom Joe Benitez came running up to me.  He pulled me aside to say that Don Devereaux had asked him to let me know that Reies Tijerina would like me to bring a sympathetic reporter, Peter Nabakov of the New Mexican, into his hideout.  Nabakov, the nephew of the author of Lolita, had been at Canjilon when the police and guardsmen raided the town.  Benitez and I drove over to Devereaux's apartment.  We waited until a long‑distance, collect telephone call came in to let us know that the trip was on.  Joe drove the reporter and me to Cuba by a long, circuitous route through back roads to dodge any police surveillance.  We stopped at a lonely parking lot on the outskirts of Cuba.  As I recall it was the parking lot of either a store or a school.  We stood as ordered with our backs to the road.  A man came up and, blindfolding us, led us to the back seat of a car.  We got in and were driven for several hours.  We then were taken from the car to a pickup truck and traveled for several more hours.  The truck finally stopped on an open hillside.  The blindfolds were taken off.  Unknown armed men led us, stumbling, through the dark over a rocky hillside to a well‑concealed wooden house with electricity.  Joe and I talked to Reies and to Anselmo for about an hour.  We suggested that as the police had orders to get him dead or alive he ought to stay in the hills until the hysteria had died down.
While the reporter was talking to Reies, Joe and I talked in Spanish to the young guards.  Having heard that modern automatic weapons had been smuggled into northern New Mexico by Cubans, I carefully looked at the arms carried by the guards and found them to be deer rifles and shotguns.  Although woefully armed compared to the New Mexican National Guard and the state police, they could still become an effective guerrilla band.
We left the same way we came in.  The man who took us out had worked for the Forest Service for 15 years and knew every inch of the Kit Carson National Forest.  Arriving at our motel around 8:00 a.m. I went to bed and slept until around noon.  I then ate lunch and walked over to the state capitol building.  Reporters swarming over the area around the governor's office kept wanting to know who had sent for me.  I said nothing.  I heard that the state police had tried to arrest Father Garcia in the governor's office.  Knowing the Nabakov's article might be out in that evening's paper and that the police were looking for those who had contact with Tijerina, I decided to return to El Paso.
Upon my arrival I found a letter from Dr. Petty of the Southwest Educational Laboratory, Albuquerque, offering me a position at a salary substantially higher than I was making at UTEP.  Regretfully, as I had become a very controversial person in New Mexico, I declined the offer.  One morning Walter Dwyer came by my office to inform me that he had just attended a meeting of conservative Anglo‑American political and business leaders in El Paso, at which both Millan and Joe Yarborough discussed an extensive dossier on my life and activities.  They seemed to be quite disappointed that my record was so clean that there was nothing that they could use against me.  For a long time I had had the feeling that investigators were seeking information about my past.
On June 12 Father Robert Garcia called me from Washington, D.C., to ask me to testify before the Reznick Subcommittee on Rural Poverty.  The next day I received a telegram from the Reznick Subcommittee inviting me to appear before them.  Receiving permission from President Ray, I explained the situation to my fascinated classes and flew to the national capital.  Appearing at the Congressional chambers, I found Governor Cargo, Alex Mercure, Tom Carter, Lorenzo Tapia, and others from New Mexico.  In my presentation I discussed the causes and characteristics of rural poverty in northern New Mexico, analyzed the origin and development of rural unrest in the region, and urged that some government agency develop a program to buy up the community land grants lost to the Spanish‑Americans and return them to the local people.  Governor Cargo and I had time for a long talk.  He admitted to a massive violation of civil rights and to over‑reaction on the part of the state law enforcement agencies.  Cargo also gave a good discussion on the nature of rural poverty in northern New Mexico.  I submitted a set of my papers on northern New Mexico that were included in the subcommittee's report.
I was photographed with Governor Cargo and with Congressman Reznick and then interviewed by Sarah McLendon, the famous, somewhat cantankerous, woman reporter from Texas whom I had come to admire and respect for her integrity and honesty.  Later I went over the situation on northern New Mexico with a large group of reporters and government employees.  My comments were quoted around the nation.  I returned to El Paso a notorious person.  Students began to appear in my classes with tape recorders to tape my lectures on poverty, the Southwest and New Mexico.
Right in the middle of the excitement, the New Mexican Business Review published my article on land loss among the Spanish‑Americans, entitled "The Land Question in New Mexico."  It caused quite a furor in the state.  Margaret Meador, the editor of the Review, mentioned to me later that over 400 reprints had been requested‑‑the largest number of reprints ever requested for any article.  My enigmatic friend from New Mexico, Don Devereaux, called to tell me that he quite liked my article and asked permission to reproduce and distribute it.
Much to my surprise, on June 26 I received a special delivery letter from my friend Ralph Guzman asking me to attend a meeting sponsored by the Center for the Study of Democratic Institutions.  My paper published in the Review would serve as the foundation document to guide the discussion among the fellows of the Center.  President Ray authorized travel money for me to make the trip.  I flew on June 28 to Los Angeles.  Before going I wrote a letter to be smuggled into Reies at the state prison, urging him to place full confidence in the efforts of Lorenzo Tapia and Ralph Driscoll to defend him.  In Los Angeles I was met by Don Devereaux, who drove me to a cafe where I encountered Alex Mercure, head of Project Help in New Mexico, plus Charles from the El Paso Museum.  We talked away the night.
Around six the next morning Don Devereaux and John Aragon from the University of New Mexico came by.  Don drove us to Santa Barbara, an extremely lovely city.  I especially enjoyed the view from the Center.  Don told me that much of the population of Santa Barbara was made up of wealthy retirees from the Midwest who were strongly opposed to the Center and its diverse programs.  At the Center we were met by a Mr. Terry, the Executive Director.
I rejoiced to see my old friends of many a combat, Dr. Ernesto Galarza and Father Robert Garcia.  Even Graciela Olivarez from the Choate Foundation in Arizona was there.  I did not get all the names of the people in attendance, but I remember Bishop Pike, several of whose books I had read, and Rex Tugwell, a New Deal figure whom I greatly admired.  Alex Mercure opened our discussion by analyzing the complicated socioeconomic situation in northern New Mexico.  I followed with an analysis of the political system of New Mexico, the role of the elite (both Anglo‑American and Spanish‑American) in the alienation of the community land grants, and the recurrent cycles of unrest generated by the land grant issue.  We enjoyed a very fine lunch and then carried on a splendid dialogue on northern New Mexico and the Spanish‑Americans.  Graciela embarrassed me by stating that I was the first scholar to enter the lists on behalf of the Spanish‑American people in the current generation.  My ego was enhanced by the many compliments I received by the well‑known men and women in attendance at our discussions.
Upon my return to El Paso I was faced with a very distasteful and unhappy situation.  Rudy Tapia, a former student of mine and an employee of the Upward Bound Program on campus administered by my close friend, Ralph Segalman, came to my office to notify me that Ralph had forged the names of members of the department on letters of recommendation to the Chancellor's Office of the University of Texas system supporting his candidacy for the position of Dean of the School of Social Work.  Later that afternoon he brought in Mary Tafoya, a former secretary in the Upward Bound Program, who informed me that Segalman kept a mistress on the payroll, ordered expensive equipment for his talented, spastic son, Robert, and mistreated the Mexican‑American staff.  I immediately notified Milton Leach, our Vice President, who informed President Ray.  The next day Salvador Ramirez came by with information gathered from still other members of the Upward Bound staff.  I then called the Washington office of the Upward Bound Program.

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