Taino Read online

  Text © 1993, 2012 José Barreiro

  First published by Arte Publico Press, 1993

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  For my tía Lilina and my abuelo Joseíto,

  who taught me to value the old ways

  And for my father and mother,

  who pointed me to my future

  Contents

  Author’s Introduction: A Fabulous Find

  Folio I: Our Reality and Theirs

  Folio II: Losing Everything

  Folio III: To Go Forth and to Return

  Folio IV: A Visit to the Rebel Camps

  Folio V: Cohoba Dreams

  Folio VI: The First Good Treaty

  Folio VII: Last Testaments

  Postscript

  Glossary

  About the Author

  Author’s Introduction

  A Fabulous Find

  From 1988 to 1990, while I was completing research on a doctoral thesis, I endeavored to locate descendants of the aboriginal people of the West Indies. I visited the island nations of Santo Domingo/Haiti, Puerto Rico, Cuba, Saint Vincent, Trinidad, and Dominica. My research led me to interview numerous informants on family oral and documentary history, lifestyle, and the genealogical foundations of the islands. This exhilarating work—fueled, in part, by the occasion of the Columbus quincentennial, in 1992—led to a number of adventures, some personal revelations, and the fulfillment, twenty years late, of a doctoral thesis. However, that thesis, “The Indigenous Caribbean,” which became a curriculum, was not the only revelation of those years of research. A far greater discovery resulted, the dream of this researcher: the manuscript that follows this introduction.

  In January 1990, during a research visit to Cuba, a friend from the Oriente region of the island told me of a fabulous find in the remote city of Baracoa, among the elder members of a family of Amerindian descent. My friend, an archaeologist of Indo-Cuban descent (from Santiago), insisted that the manuscript was a long-lost set of notes made by Father Bartolomé de Las Casas in preparation for his historic book Brevísima relación de la destrucción de las Indias sometime during the 1530s. He said two investigators from the University of Havana had visited the family in the early 1980s but had only been allowed to view portions of the manuscript. “The family is very guarded,” my friend said.

  Such documents have often been found among Indian descendants, so I was not surprised by my friend’s assertions. Throughout the Western Hemisphere, the Amerindian peoples have revered and tried to keep safe such material legacies as they have been able to secure. Researchers have often reported otherwise destitute Indian families who could produce old chests full of intricate and high-quality breastplates, quill- and beadwork, ceremonial bundles and written testimonies and treaties dating back generations, materials sometimes several hundred years old. In fact, there is presently a generalized movement among Indian peoples to recover spiritually important museum pieces. In several places, tribes have reburied human remains taken by archaeologists and have established their own museums or asked traditional societies to hold artifacts, religious icons, and other objects retained from the past.

  Indeed, I was soon to be pleasantly surprised when the two researchers, both doctoral candidates at the Department of Anthropology of the University of Havana, confirmed that the family had shown them six of the pages, written in Old Spanish script. They had judged that the paper was probably old, perhaps the log of a merchant sailor, but they had declined immediate work on the subject, having found the material unsuited to their own research on early colonial sugar mills. My friend, whom I had no reason to distrust, assured me that they had viewed but a minor part of it. He surprised me further by informing me that he had translated and read to the Indian family an old article of mine about Indo-Cuban persistence in the Baracoa area. They judged my perspective to be respectful, he said, and asked him to contact me about reviewing their prized possession.1

  A week later, I was in the village of Guarikén, in the sierra of Baracoa, overlooking the central valley of the Toa River, where I visited the family of Don Francisco Suárez Padrón, a native of the same village. The Suárez Padrón clan is a peasant mestizo/indio family that, for several generations at the end of the eighteenth and the beginning of the nineteenth century, worked for the estate of a Cuban scholar, Don Ernesto Bosch Samoa near Guarikén, still one of several small Cuban Indian communities.

  After sharing a cup of Cuban cafecito and reviewing my credentials, Suárez produced a copper box, twelve by eighteen inches in size and almost four inches thick, which he placed on a small wooden table. He said that except for the few pages shown to the Havana investigators, he had never revealed the inside of the box to anyone outside his family. Suárez recited how he had been entrusted with it by his grandfather, who had received it from his own grandmother. That matriarch from five generations ago, according to Suárez, had said that the box and its contents came to her family via a great-aunt from the Dominican Republic, a migrant to Cuba, who had received it herself as a young woman from a Catholic friar. The friar was a member of the Dominican Order, one of a long line of friars dating back to the turn of the sixteenth century in Santo Domingo. Remembering that Friar Bartolomé de Las Casas was a member of the Dominican Order, I took careful note of all the names and their family connections. Suárez then ushered me to the table, where he placed the box. He took my hand and put it on the stack of papers.

  “Most of it is written by an Indian,” Suárez said.

  I told him I had been informed it was a Las Casas manuscript.

  “Yes,” he said, “there are letters from Las Casas, but the bulk is by a Taíno Indian who claims to have known Columbus.” He pronounced it “Colón,” as in Spanish. Suárez claimed to understand only about a third of the material, as he found the Old Spanish, written in an elaborate twirling script, hard to decipher.

  The copper box was indeed full of sheets, pressed tightly. It gave every indication of being quite old. The box had been lined inside with fine wood, of which only a slip remained, dry as last year’s tobacco leaf. With great care and under Suárez’s watchful eye, I took out one section and then another. There were two types of paper, both fifteen inches long but one slightly thicker than the other. The thinner papers were blank and had been placed between the sheets of writing for protection. Many of the sheets appeared blank to the eye, but about halfway into the manuscript a blotting effect had occurred and much of the ink was stenciled onto the thinner sheets, reading backward to the eye but discernible. I could immediately see that the papers were old. The script was indeed elaborate, in the ornate style of Spanish calligraphy used in the 1500s. Having held in my hands and closely studied verifiable documents from that period at the General Archive of the Indies in Seville, Spain, I could indeed sense that these pages were likely to be a genuine find. Later, in 1990, radiocarbon tests at the Bureau of Ethnology in Washington, DC, dated the paper and wood to the period 1450–1550.

  Encouraged by this potentially important find, I rented a room at a pensión near the Suárez home, and thus began a six-month process of photographing, reading and deciphering the
tiny script, and determining the authorship of the documents.

  I found that the contents consisted of letters, some notes, and a manuscript of some 440 pages handwritten in very small script. There were indeed letters by Las Casas, two of them, both addressed to a Diego or Dieguillo Colón at the Dominican convent in Santo Domingo, a long, rambling note by an unnamed friar, dated 1659; a short note by Don Ernesto Bosch Samoa, dated 1864; and the long manuscript of notes and journal entries, comprising the bulk of the papers by a Diego Colón, who I initially assumed would have been either the brother or the son of the discoverer Christopher Columbus. However, the note by scholar Bosch Samoa seconded Suárez’s assessment, guiding me toward a truer analysis. After a short paragraph explaining that he came to read the manuscript on a request from his aunt, Bosch writes, “This is not the writing of the son nor of the brother of the Great Mariner. Neither the argument nor the exposition corresponds with the point of view of the Colón family. This is likely a fraud, though admittedly an old one, judging from the paper stock.”

  Immensely intrigued, I read the manuscript pages. Signed by Diego Colón, they were obviously not by a Spaniard, since the journal entries spoke from the point of view of a Taíno or Arawak Indian, one who claimed to have sailed with Christopher Columbus during the Caribbean phase of the contact period. The manuscript of 440 pages, each signed by Diego, was written in a descriptive and natural Spanish. It tells of events lived by the author, mostly around the period 1532–1535, but with episodes that recall the first encounter at the island of Guanahaní, site of Columbus’s landfall and the writer’s home island. Thus, the entries tell of memories from the early conquest history of the island that the Spanish named Española, now divided by the countries of Santo Domingo and Haiti. They tell also of the conquest of Cuba and of Puerto Rico.

  The full translated text of the Diego Colón journal, plus the two letters from Las Casas, follow this introduction. However, I leave out Bosch Samoa’s and the friar’s notes, as they are largely unreadable. I am thankful to the eminent Caribbean scholar Professor Juan Mateo (Harvard emeritus), who helped me translate the manuscript and authenticated dates used by the author. Professor Mateo, an indefatigable tracker of the Caribbean’s Taíno roots, was extremely helpful in deciphering the meanings of Taíno words. However, the final translation is my full responsibility. For the sake of readability, I have sometimes introduced modern usages, such as Puerto Rico (named San Juan Bautista in Diego’s time), and I use the contemporary term Kwaib interchangeably with the more historical Carib or Caniba. The term Taíno refers to the broader Caribbean indigenous culture that blanketed the Greater Antilles. The two letters of Father Bartolomé de Las Casas, one left for Diego and the other sent from Barcelona, are placed at the end of the volume, as they are in fact dated from 1534 and 1543. Diego’s final entry, dated 1546, in shaky handwriting, comes after a full three years of silence following the last of the Las Casas letters. It provides a proper postscript to the narrative and comes after a final encomendation of Diego’s worldly goods.

  Diego Colón: Points in the Trajectory

  After a cursory search of the early chronicles, I found the historical personality named Diego Colón, who was indeed a Taíno Indian. Diego Colón was a young man, twelve years old, when taken captive by Columbus at the first landfall at Guanahaní. A quick study, Diego became Columbus’s primary Taíno interpreter within weeks of the first contact. He would not only remain at the center of events throughout the first ten years of the Spanish colonization of La Españiola, but he lived to full maturity in Santo Domingo. Diego Colón was a native witness to the first half century of that fateful encounter.

  Among the early chroniclers, Las Casas himself mentions the Indian interpreter Diego Colón several times in his History of the Indies.2 Dr. Álvarez Chanca, who sailed in the Columbus voyage, mentions him twice (though not by name) in his famous Letter to the City of Seville. Both Gonzalo Fernández de Oviedo,3 the king’s historian, and Columbus’s son Ferdinand4 refer to Diego in their books: in Oviedo’s definitive General and Natural History of the Indies (1535) and in Columbus’s biography of his famous father, respectively. Diego also turns up in the infamous letter of Michele de Cúneo,5 raconteur and friend of Columbus, and in Pedro Mártir de Anglería’s Décadas del nuevo mundo6 (1530).

  There are references to a Diego Colón at the General Archive of Indies that twice place such a person in Española in 1514; he is also mentioned by an encomendero (Spanish grantees who were ceded lands holding whole Indian communities) in Cuba in 1515. Among twentieth-century historians, Columbus’s preeminent biographer Samuel Morison provides several anecdotal references to Diego in his books Christopher Columbus: Admiral of the Ocean Sea and The European Discovery of America: The Southern Voyages.7

  In a twentieth-century novel, Cuban writer Alejo Carpentier twice mentions a “Dieguito, the only one of them to learn some of our words.”8 Writing in Columbus’s own voice, Carpentier reflects the final thoughts of the legendary admiral: “Through Dieguito, the last one left to me, I learned that those men neither liked us nor admired us; they had us for treacherous men, liars, violent, choleric, cruel, dirty and foul-smelling.”

  But that was fiction and in a European (Columbus’s) voice. Diego’s manuscript reopens the historical record and his is an indigenous voice. Sitting in the coastal breeze of the eastern Cuban mountains, under palm and ceiba trees and surrounded by the sounds of inriri, the Cuban woodpecker, Diego’s words resonated in my ears with a vibrancy that is a researcher’s dream. Diego’s journal narrates a moment in that early history of encounter when, for a brief decade, the Taíno people regrouped under the leadership of the young chief Guarocuya (Enriquillo’s Taíno name) and actually won a war against the Spanish Crown, one that resulted in capitulations that constitute the first treaty between a European power and an American indigenous people.

  In any case, Diego’s folios provide us with the story of Enriquillo’s war and many other historical incidents as well. A narrative written in journal style and making full use of descriptive elements, it can be read for itself, making these explanations already long enough. Except for a glossary that explains Taíno and Spanish words, readers will rejoice that this introduction constitutes the only words extraneous to the noted translator’s journal and the letters he saved from Father Las Casas. Without further delay, then, five centuries overdue, we directly proceed to the translation of Diego’s text.

  José Barreiro

  Crows Hill, NY

  December, 1992

  Notes

  1. José Barreiro, “View from the Shore: Toward an Indian Voice in 1992,” Northeast Indian Quarterly (1990).

  2. Bartolomé de Las Casas, History of the Indies. Ed. Andree M. Collard. New York: Harper and Row, 1971.

  3. Gonzalo Fernández de Oviedo, Historia general y natural de las Indias. Asunción: Editorial Guaraní, 1956.

  4. Ferdinand Colón, The Life of the Admiral Christopher Columbus by his Son Ferdinand. Trans. Benjamin Keen. New Brunswick: Rutgers University Press, 1959.

  5. Michele de Cúneo, “Letter of the Second Voyage,” Universidad de la Habana, 1972.

  6. Pedro Mártir de Anglería, Décadas del nuevo mundo. Trans. Joaquín Torres Asensio. Buenos Aires: Editorial Bajel, 1944.

  7. Samuel Morison, The European Discovery of America: The Southern Voyages. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1974.

  8. Alejo Carpentier, El arpa y la sombra, Obras completas de Alejo Carpentier. Ed. Maria Luisa Puga. Coyoacán, Mexico: Siglo Veintiuno Editores, 1979.

  Folio I

  Our Reality and Theirs

  The good friar Las Casas requests my witness of the early years… A reason to remember so much pain… An introduction of myself… The good friar’s argument… The story of Enriquillo… My own truth I pledge… What the friar wants… Starting out… I begin with the return… A route home denied… The trip to Cuba, barbecuing on the beach… Bayamo and Macaca: not a discourse but a curse… The Cas
tilians change everything… The admiral is cursed… Hard to explain our Indian religion, even to a good friar… Enriquillo’s conditions and vigilance… The Bible guides Las Casas…

  April 12, 1532

  One. The good friar Las Casas requests my witness of the early years.

  The Castilians call this the Year of Our Lord 1532, and today they call the twelfth day of the month of April. This is the day I start.

  I write from a small square room in the convent of the Dominican Order, in Santo Domingo de la Española, where I have resided for six years. These journal pages, where I will inscribe my memories, are a manifest of the kindness of a great man, a priest of the Catholic faith, Don Bartolomé de Las Casas, of whom I am a grateful servant and to whom I am greatly in debt for my life and my well-being.

  I have had a quill pen, acquired many long years ago, and ink, too, I obtained on my own. But paper has been nearly impossible to come by. The great man of robes, just a few days ago, gifted me with a sheet-book of paper, blank pages for me to fill. Now I have it and today I begin to scratch these Castilian symbols on the page, these drawings that talk. For that, and for his unceasing labor on behalf of my people, I am very grateful to His Eminence. I add here, of course, a certainty: that as always in my dealings with the Castilians, the ones my elders called the covered men, I am aware that the friar has a reason for granting me paper. Don Bartolomé writes now the story of Don Christopherens and the taking of the islands. He requests that I put down on paper the stories of my times with the admiral.

  “Write it now before your mind forgets,” the friar told me. “However you want, what you remember, note it down. The actual landfall—how the admiral first set foot on the New World. You were there, Dieguillo.” And this is true. I am the only one left who remembers the first landing, from the beach on my home island, my bohío of Guanahaní. And I do remember. I remember the ships, their sails like giant gulls; I remember the strange men with coverings like crabs and hairs like frayed rope on their faces. I do, I remember even the clouds, how they formed and what they said to us that day. I remember now, I feel now, a great sadness about that day. It pains me now as I relive it, reminded to remember it by a great man that I love as I come to hate, every day more and more, the twisted ways of his race. I am pleased to do this for Don Bartolomé, though I did warn him he might not like my words.