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鈥楤efore my birth, cotton formed me鈥: A story of family and struggle

Cristina Rivera Garza鈥檚 鈥淎utobiography of Cotton鈥 blends memory, history, and investigation into a beautifully written book about how stories are lost.

By Joan Gaylord, Contributor

鈥淲e can鈥檛 go to Estac铆on Camar贸n because Estac铆on Camar贸n doesn鈥檛 exist, but we go there anyhow.鈥

So writes Cristina Rivera Garza in 鈥淎utobiography of Cotton,鈥 translated by Christina MacSweeney. Garza鈥檚 eloquent and beautifully written book is not quite a memoir, a novel, or a work of history, although it contains elements of all three. By imagining the lives of her Mexican grandparents amid a cotton pickers鈥 strike in the 1930s, she builds a story that is not just about Mexican history, but also about laborers everywhere demanding fair wages and humane treatment.

Nearly a century after the strike, Pulitzer Prize-winning author Rivera Garza travels to Estac铆on Camar贸n, a town in northern Mexico that borders the United States. She seeks remnants of the once-thriving community and evidence of the labor action, which involved communist activist Jos茅 Revueltas. His experiences inspired his 1943 novel, 鈥淗uman Mourning.鈥 Rivera Garza knew that two laborers, Jos茅 Mar铆a Rivera Do帽ez and Petra Pe帽a Mart铆nez, had also been involved in the strike. Though she never met them, they were her paternal grandparents. She doesn鈥檛 know whether her grandparents and Revueltas ever met, but there is evidence that they were all there at the same time. She considers that her grandparents could have been two of the workers whose images provoked his remarkable novel.

The book opens with a fictionalized account of Revueltas鈥 arrival at the site of the labor uprising among cotton workers. Though Rivera Garza takes liberties with details of the events, her decision to fill out the narrative with the thoughts and emotions of the characters feels authentic. Her astute observations threaded throughout also render it a sociological critique. The book substantiates labor practices that have recurred throughout history, actions that often produce great wealth for a few, while negatively impacting the culture and the environment that the majority depends upon.

Cotton cultivation was of great importance to Mexican industry. The uprising that Revueltas came to support involved about 5,000 men and their families who picketed at the Don Mart铆n Dam, the source of irrigation for the cotton fields. The workers struck against former landowners J. Am茅rico Ferrara and Otilio G贸mez Rodr铆guez, who were paying starvation wages to field-workers and migrant pickers. Revueltas and several of the organizers were rounded up and jailed, even though their right to unionize was protected under the Mexican Constitution. Law enforcement was on the side of the former landowners, who also controlled the local magistrates.

The strike continued after the arrests, but heavy rains overwhelmed the dam and the fields were inundated. A drought followed. The people, who had very little to begin with, left. The dream of farming their own parcel of land, which had been promised by the federal government, was dead. 鈥淣o one wanted to stay on a dry land without rain beside a useless river and an unusable, cracked dam,鈥 Rivera Garza writes.

Today, Estac铆on Camar贸n evinces none of its agricultural past. The stories of the people who once fought for fair wages and a better life are lost, and few people remaining in the area even know what happened here.

The powerful industrialists won the battle against the impoverished strikers, and they also controlled the story that has come down through the decades. Rivera Garza was frustrated by the lack of documents about the strike. Ironically, it was the telegrams exchanged among government officials attempting to suppress the labor actions that enabled her to confirm the uprising.

And if Revueltas had not come to the region and had not written 鈥淗uman Mourning,鈥 a key eyewitness account would not have existed.

Rivera Garza amplifies the vital efforts of the residents, though scant proof of their lives endures. Her own existence, though, is proof of the existence of those who contributed to this pivotal era. She writes: 鈥淓ven before my birth, cotton formed me.鈥