Intimate Enemies. Kimberly Theidon

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      Intimate Enemies

      PENNSYLVANIA STUDIES IN HUMAN RIGHTS

      Bert B. Lockwood, Jr., Series Editor

      A complete list of books in the series is available from the publisher.

       Intimate Enemies

      Violence and Reconciliation in Peru

      Kimberly Theidon

      UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA PRESS

      PHILADELPHIA

      Copyright © 2013 University of Pennsylvania Press

      All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations used for purposes of review or scholarly citation, none of this book may be reproduced in any form by any means without written permission from the publisher.

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      University of Pennsylvania Press

      Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19104-4112

       www.upenn.edu/pennpress

      Printed in the United States of America on acid-free paper

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       Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Theidon, Kimberly.

      Intimate enemies : violence and reconciliation in Peru / Kimberly Theidon. — 1st ed.

      p. cm. — (Pennsylvania studies in human rights)

      Includes bibliographical references and index.

      ISBN 978-0-8122-4450-2 (hardcover : alk. paper)

      1. Postwar reconstruction—Social aspects—Peru—Ayacucho (Dept.) 2. Conflict management—Peru—Ayacucho (Dept.) 3. Political violence—Social aspects—Peru—Ayacucho (Dept.) 4. Political violence—Psychological aspects—Peru—Ayacucho (Dept.) 5. War victims—Mental health—Peru—Ayacucho (Dept.) 6. Ayacucho (Peru: Dept.)—Politics and government. I. Title. II. Series: Pennsylvania studies in human rights.

      HN350.A96T482 2013

      363.34'988098529—dc23

      2012022597

       Contents

       Preface: Ayacucho, 1997

       Part I. The Difficult Time

       1 “Ayacucho Is the Cradle”

       2 Sensuous Psychologies

       3 Being Human

       4 Fluid Fundamentalisms

       Part II. Common Sense, Gender, and War

       5 Speaking of Silences

       6 The Widows

       Part III. Looking North

       7 Intimate Enemies

       8 The Micropolitics of Reconciliation

       9 Deliverance

       10 Legacies: Bad Luck, Angry Gods, and the Stranger

       Part IV. Looking South

       11 Living with “Those People”

       12 Facing Up to the Past

       Afterword

       Notes

       Glossary

       Selected Bibliography

       Index

       Acknowledgments

      MAP 1. Peru.

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      MAP 2. The Department of Ayacucho.

      Preface: Ayacucho, 1997

      THE BRIGHTLY COLORED speck in the distance kept coming closer without increasing much in size. I stood still with a large sack of kindling slung over my shoulder, not certain who it was. It was barely dusk, so I was less frightened than curious. People had assured me that the guerrillas only walked at night, as did the other frightening creatures I had been warned about. There were the jarjachas—human beings who had assumed the form of llamas as divine punishment for incest. There were the pishtacos—beings that suck the body fat out of the poor people who cross their paths. There were also the condenados—the condemned dead who are sentenced to an afterlife of wandering the earth and never finding peace. All of these beings derive pleasure from inflicting their vengeance on the living. But it was still dusk. I just wanted to know who the speck in the distance was.

      I finally heard a voice call out, but the wind carried the words upward to the peaks of the mountains. I dropped down to the dirt highway and began calling out my own greeting. Finally an elderly man came into focus. He wore threadbare pants and a green wool sweater, and was stooping beneath the weight of a brightly colored blanket brimming with wood. Standing as upright as his heavy load would allow him, this tiny man pushed back his hat and looked straight up at me: “Gringacha”—little gringa—“where is your husband?” And so I met don Jesús Romero, an altogether different sort of creature to be wary of on isolated paths.

      Don Jesús was also headed to the village of Carhuahurán, so we walked back home together. It was the time of day when cooking fires sent smoke curls up from the roofs of the houses and animals crowded into their corrals for the night. The smoke curls were a prelude to intimate evening hours, when stories from that day or years past were told as families gathered around blackened cooking pots.

      Efraín, my research assistant, already had our fire going by the time we arrived. I invited don Jesús to come in for a cup of coffee and a chapla—round wheat bread I had brought with me from the city a few days earlier. I slathered a chapla with butter and strawberry jam,


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