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Erica
and Raul came to pick us
up in
their old hatchback Volkswagen.
Erica leaned over the baby
in her lap to push open the
broken door handle, so we
could pile into the back
of the small car. Three-year-old
Raulito perched himself on
my knee, his shirt tucked
in and his hair combed over
to one side, generously sprayed
so it stuck, looking its
very best. He was as excited
as we were about going to
someone's very first birthday
party.
Here
in Huauchinango, a small town of about 80,000
people nestled in the mountains northeast of
Mexico City, a "kiddy" birthday party
is an exciting event. This particular one was
being hosted by a co-worker of Raul's at Pemex
(Petroleos Mexicanos), Mexico's nationalized
oil company, which provides the only viable
industry in town. If you have a job at Pemex
you have a certain degree of security that
others in the community do not‹a steady
income, health insurance and the luxury of
modest middle-class life.
The party,
thrown more for the benefit of adults
than children, was full of "petroleros," a
close circle of oil industry workers
interrelated by familial ties. No one
gets a job at Pemex without knowing someone
who works there‹an uncle, a father,
a cousin or brother-in-law, and in a
small town where everyone knows everyone
else's history, the stakes are high in
social arenas and can affect the fate
of your job. This is the way business
has been done at Pemex across Mexico
for more than 60 years. In the current
Enron-clouded atmosphere of energy industry
corruption, the Mexican government is
investigating the company for the first
time in its long history. This, however,
is not all about large-scale corporate
intrigue. Pemex in small towns like Huauchinango
is embroiled in the local culture, and
corruption can assume the benign face
of a weekend social event.
Perhaps
it's for this reason that the parties
are so elaborate. There are weeks
of preparation beforehand; mothers and
daughters make complicated decorations
and party favors out of felt and plastic,
and cook endlessly. Erica and Raul were
our very first friends in town. Three
other women and I went to Huauchinango
in August 2001 to teach English at the
local private college, La Universidad
de la Sierra. We met Erica on a bus in
town. She is 21 and married with two
babies. Her 35 year-old husband, Raul,
has lived in Huauchinango all his life,
unlike Erica, who has no family in town.
At Pemex, Raul works only on contract,
a position with a little less stature,
and repairs the pipelines that funnel
the oil gushing from the mineral-rich
ground in nearby Poza Rica out to the
rest of the country. This one-year-old's
birthday party was about maintaining
appearances. A special hall was rented
for the occasion and all the guests were
in their Sunday best. Plate after plate
of food was served‹tamales, tacos,
gorditas, homemade posole, chicharones
and mountains of fresh corn tortillas.
We all drank what seemed to be an endless
supply of Coronitas with lime and were
offered shots of expensive tequila. After
hours of this, through a tipsy food haze,
we realized that the political campaign
had arrived. All heads turned as Jesus
Segreste, a candidate for municipal president,
came in, followed by an entourage of
men and a photographer. He ceremoniously
made his way around to every table, shaking
hands with not one hand but two; a protective
clasp and moment of pointed eye contact
that inspired a feeling of sincerity.
Photos were snapped and the politicians
took their seats as honored guests at
the party. This is the PRI, the Partido
Revolucionario Institutional, that only
18 months ago lost the presidency after
71 years of consecutive rule. Vicente
Fox and the Partido de Accion Nacional,
or PAN, won the 2000 election on a platform
of change. He promised sweeping reforms
of a corrupt political system that had
been entrenched after decades of PRI
reign. Now, more than a year later, in
the wake of waning popularity, Fox announced
his landmark political decision to begin
investigating past abuses of the PRI.
In early
January, the Mexican comptroller general,
Fransisco Barrio Terrazas, confirmed
that the government was looking into
allegations that Pemex and the most powerful
leaders of the oil workers' union, had
misappropriated more than $100 million
in union money to fund the failed presidential
campaign of the PRI candidate Francisco
Labastida. Although the announcement
is significant, because these are the
most serious accusations made by the
Fox government so far, it comes as no
surprise to most Mexicans who know that
the PRI and Pemex have for a long time
been intimately connected. First elected
in 1929, the party was still in power
on March 18, 1938 when President Lazaro
Cardenas nationalized all of the foreign-owned
oil companies to form one conglomerate
controlled by the Mexican state: Pemex.
There was a moment of victory for the
values championed by the revolution‹Mexican
control of Mexican resources, an ideal
that still inspires great national pride.
This sentiment was codified in the post-revolutionary
Constitution of 1917, which declared
that all the mineral-rich under-soil
in the country belongs to the state.
Part of Raul's job is evicting people
from their land when subterranean oil
deposits are found and automatically
appropriated by the government.
Fox, who was the CEO of Coca-Cola Corporation
before becoming president, has taken
tentative steps toward some highly controversial
plans for privatization. His reasoning
may be valid, because although Pemex
is the world's largest oil company in
terms of employees, it ranks fourth in
production and desperately needs to modernize.
For decades, the government's budget
has been financed largely by oil revenues,
and corruption has been rife for most
of that time.
PAN's
victory proved that people were indeed
desperate for a change, but despite
the mainstream coverage of his campaign
in the American media, not everyone in
the country voted for Fox. Erica chides
Raul for voting for the PRI, which he
grumblingly tries to deny under his breath.
But it's not hard to imagine his position‹a
dispensable worker anxious to keep his
job to support his growing family, and,
for the most part, working at Pemex means
supporting the PRI. This was proven recently
by a whistle-blowing oil worker in Tabasco
State who accused the management of improperly
pressuring the employees to donate to,
and campaign for, the party. Raul knows
that in Huauchinango, not having a job
at Pemex essentially means not having
a job at all, so when the birthday guests
gave three cheers to Segreste, we all
clapped along.
Despite
the widespread promises of change,
life continues in much the same way
it
has for years in Huauchinango. Just because
the PRI no longer holds the reins of
government does not necessarily mean
reform has arrived in semi-rural Mexico.
Here, where one-year-old birthday parties
are political rallies and keeping your
job means declaring your party allegiances,
transformation of the political culture
is especially difficult. With the announcement
of this new investigation, Fox has taken
symbolic steps toward examining the mistakes
that were made by his predecessors, but
what are the prospects for the future?
Certainly, "hay trabajo"‹there
is much work to be done.
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