Moral Compromises in Mazatlán: Public Life in Urban Mexico
By Tracy Duvall
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This book is a wide-ranging ethnography of Mazatlán, a mid-sized city and tourist destination on Mexico's Pacific coast. The text focuses on diverse aspects of Mazatlecos' lives, especially in public realms. Readers will finish with an analytical understanding of life in Mazatlán and a good practical sense of it, too – knowledge that should apply, in some degree, to many other parts of Mexico and, indeed, to much of Spanish-speaking America.
Rife with concrete observations of local life – including beaches, bakeries, beauty contests, Carnaval, and corruption – this monograph demonstrates that Mazatlecos expected each other to mix contradictory moral frameworks. The author compares different classes, neighborhoods, and social domains to develop a sophisticated analysis of everyday life in this urban setting. The main themes are how people in Mazatlán define and combine modernity and tradition, the character of various social distinctions among Mazatlecos, and the relationship between individual experience and institutionalized expectations.
This volume is not a tourist guide or traveler's tale. It addresses several types of university-level reader: tourists and foreign residents who want to learn more about Mazatlán; Mexicans who value different perspectives on their lives; academics interested in this region or in a holistic treatment of diverse issues, including space, modernity, history, gender, sexuality, politics, globalization, organization, diversity, hierarchy, identity, and discourse; and anthropologists-in-training looking for a relatively transparent account of fieldwork.
TRACY DUVALL studied Mexico for two decades. Having earned an MA in history and a PhD in anthropology, he has taught at universities in the United States, Mexico, and Indonesia and has conducted research in those countries and East Africa. His fieldwork in Mazatlán took place over several years and included lengthy stays in 1996 and 1997.
Tracy Duvall
Tracy Duvall studied Mexico for two decades. Having earned an MA in history and a PhD in anthropology, he has taught at universities in the United States, Mexico, and Indonesia and has conducted research in those countries and East Africa. His fieldwork in Mazatlán took place over several years and included lengthy stays in 1996 and 1997.
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Moral Compromises in Mazatlán - Tracy Duvall
Moral Compromises in Mazatlán:
Public Life in Urban Mexico
Tracy Duvall
Copyright © 2014 Tracy Duvall
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Table of Contents
List of Figures
1: Knowing One’s Place
I: GENERAL ORIENTATIONS
2: Introduction
3: Orientations
4: Fieldwork
5: Comparing Beaches
6: Talk and Inequality
II: MODERNITY AND TRADITION
7: Embracing Modernity and Tradition
8: Staging Carnaval – Participation, Order, and Modernity
9: Politics and Morality
III: MORAL GEORGRAPHIES
10: Felicitous Synchrony, or the Pursuit of Happiness in the Disco Revolution
11: Moral Geographies – Creating Virtual Structures
IV: ALL TOGETHER NOW
12: Mixed Signals – The Importance of Social Semiotics
13: Conclusion
Glossary of Spanish Terms
References
Acknowledgments
Notes
List of Figures
Figure 1. Olas Altas
Figure 2. Los Pinos
Figure 3. Playa Norte
Figure 4. La Zona Dorada
Figure 5. Pulling the band at Olas Altas during Carnaval
Figure 6. Dance-concert at Olas Altas during Carnaval
Figure 7. Dance-concert at the Coronation of the King of Happiness
Figure 8. La Muestra Gastronómica at the Plazuela Machado
Figure 9. Audience at the Floral Games during the Gala de Broadway
Figure 10. Carnaval parade
Figure 11. Billboard addressing Mazatlecos as citizens
Figure 12. Bora Bora disco
Figure 13. Señor Frog’s at night
1: Knowing One’s Place
One Sunday in the summer of 1997, I went on a date with a local woman named Angela. As an ethnographer in Mazatlán, Mexico – a mid-sized, coastal city and resort – I wanted to experience one of the rodeo-concerts held periodically in the Horseman’s Arena in La Colonia Benito Juárez.
Mazatlecos almost uniformly laughed incredulously when I told them that I wanted to live in La Juárez
in the future to do research. Indeed, I never saw anyone else in La Juárez whom I could identify as a foreigner or even as a Mexican tourist. This colonia, or working-class neighborhood, was not mentioned in any tourist guide that I had seen, even though its graveyard and its chapel to the Virgen de Guadalupe would have qualified easily as touristic sites downtown or in the Golden Zone, which was the main tourist-area.
The history of La Juárez extended at least back into the nineteenth century. From downtown, it was located on the other side of a waterway that flowed into the Urías estuary. A newspaper article in 1881 referred to this zone as part of the outlying areas, on the way to the federal barracks ... a neighborhood heavily populated with poor and working people.
This description was apt for the 1990s, too, including the location of a military base there. The 1881 article concerned a gunpowder explosion that killed thirty people. Gunpowder was not permitted inside the city.
But citizens who came running to aid the victims included the stevedores and other workers of the city, General Reyes ... everyone, among them the principal merchants and other classes of society.
Popular-class Mazatlecos in the 1990s referred to La Juárez as another downtown
because it had a municipal market, banks, a fairly large commercial area, and considerable bus service. It even had a plaza, where a swap meet took place each Sunday. Several Mazatlecos urged me to visit the swap meet because of the remarkable range of goods sold there. For example, some people offered – and sold – items such as old, bent keys. Linda Coronado, who studied women’s participation in the tianguis, told me that vendors would boast that an item had been made by an American
company or previously owned by an American
person to raise its prestige and therefore price. The morning of our date, Angela and I had visited the swap meet without incident, and then she went to eat Sunday dinner with her family.
Residences and businesses in La Juárez looked much like those in other colonias. Buildings had one or two stories and were contiguous with their neighbors and the sidewalks. The area looked dusty, even down paved roads, without many trees and basically no grass. The municipal jail was there, dominating one hill. Other industries nearby included factories, the lushly landscaped military base, and the official red-light district. From the hills one could look across to the Golden Zone and see the tall, bright hotels by the sea. An athletic person could hike there; for others it was a short car- or bus-ride away. However, river channels flanked La Juárez more closely, and some kids played in what must have been filthy water.
La Juárez, like all of the colonias, lacked reputable hotels or nightlife, aside from restaurants, roadside food-stands, and, perhaps, the jaripeo. The appearance of the few hotels bespoke seediness. Also, some friends pointed out an area in La Juárez where there was an illicit bordello. The only bars were either cantinas or illegal, after-hours aguajes, or watering holes.
A popular-class woman once referred to aguajes as the height of evils.
She said that women and children would wait outside for their men, begging for money to feed their families. Cantinas were designed to prohibit incursions or even viewing by female relatives and children. A newspaper article in 1894, titled, Vices That Are Not Hidden,
also complained about the recent popularity of those taverns
called cantinas.
According to the article, the cantina-owners covered the windows with blinds, which made it easier for the people inside to get really inebriated. Cantinas were also associated with drunken brawls in both time periods. Friends who took me to the cantina El Tarrandas
made sure that we left by sundown for that reason. In 1881, a group of toughs insulted a military officer as he walked by a dance
; when he protested, they stabbed him to death.
La Juárez symbolized many things. One rich son of a hotel owner spoke of it as the lowest place to live, economically and socially, saying that their workers lived even in La Juárez.
Also, La Juárez was famous locally for its gang members, narcotics trafficking, and other crimes. Several people expressed surprise that I had risked walking to and through the colonia from downtown one day. But La Juárez was home to many people and the former home of many more who remained fond of it in particular ways.
The Horseman’s Arena, our destination, consisted of a more-or-less half-circle of stands overlooking a small, round rodeo ring. The emcee at the show repeatedly referred to it as the mecca of the rodeo concerts.
A stage for bands rose behind the ring across from the stands. The bands played regional popular music, such as norteño and banda. Before the bands, though, a few rodeo riders tried to rope a bull. At one point the bull jumped the arena wall into the parking lot, romped around, and accidentally jumped back inside a retaining pen to evade the humans chasing it.
I had wanted a local companion at the jaripeo for two reasons. First, I feared harassment. At previous popular-class concerts, a drunken police officer had once tried to provoke me into a confrontation while searching me, and my popular-class and middle-class friends in the press had urged me to leave early, like them, to avoid attacks from audience members. Second, I desired to dance "El Caballito." This was a dance to accompany banda. The dance partners intertwined their legs to various degrees, partly as an indication of the physicality of their relationship, and they bounced back and forth in time with the music.
Angela wanted to meet me near the arena, rather than at her home in a colonia. She wanted to avoid involving me in her home-and-family life unless we had a long-term romantic commitment. We were to meet at the bus stop in La Juárez’ main plaza, in front of the Catholic church. I arrived first, on time (a recurring issue), and watched some teenagers play soccer in the basketball court between the church and the park. They and passersby occasionally looked at me as if wondering what I could be doing there. (In a later discussion, one friend said that I looked like I could be from Mazatlán; another friend replied, Not in La Juárez.
)
When Angela arrived, we walked the few blocks to the short dirt road that fronted the Horseman’s Arena. I paid 40 pesos (about US$5) for each ticket; we entered and walked under the grandstand to the staircase. Other people came with children, with same-sex friends, or on dates. Most members of the crowd were under forty years old. Many men wore drug-trafficker fashions: ornate silk shirts, white jeans, white cowboy hats, boots, and thick, gold chains. Angela told me that the shirts were expensive, around 300 pesos. Other men wore work shirts, jeans, baseball caps, and tennis shoes, or they mixed these fashions. Many of the young women wore shorts or skirts, but Angela said that this was too immodest for that context. However, when I asked, she said that they were appropriate for tourism contexts. More-modest women, like Angela, wore pants. All bore make-up, most of them with noticeably significant amounts. The women almost uniformly had adorned themselves with flashy, shiny, sparkling shoes with heels.
Angela stopped a couple of times and said, half to herself, that she was seeing people who lived near her parents, in her childhood colonia. I thought this unremarkable. However, as the night developed, it became evident that she was expressing concern that we were too close to the confines of home and social surveillance. She feared that the gossip would reach her mother.
This concern about surveillance and gossip, which would only escalate as the rodeo concert progressed, illustrated what many Mazatlecos saw as a negative aspect of Mexicans’ extensive network of social relations. Carlos Vélez-Ibáñez (1994) has likened the inescapable strength of these networks to that of a black hole. Mazatlecos associated both the desired and the feared aspects of these entanglements with life in their home neighborhoods, which for most were colonias like La Juárez.
Angela continued to make these comments throughout our time in the stadium, but other events made her concern about social surveillance even more salient. One of the people in attendance was a narco – although not dressed that way – from Angela’s family’s neighborhood. He was a friend of her family, and he had sought Angela’s favor unsuccessfully ever since she had been a girl. Although he was married, he had continued to propose romance to Angela. He had brought his young daughter but not his wife to the jaripeo. They sat a few rows behind us and to our left. He hailed Angela and offered her a beer, saying, Kill it!
She acquiesced.
The narco left after a while but returned, drunk, without his daughter. Again he sat behind us. When I went downstairs to urinate on the fence in the roped-off area, he took my seat next to Angela. He told her that he was keeping an eye on
her.[1] He had seen us holding hands! He had always respected her, but here she was, with this gringo, holding hands in public ...
As I returned from the urination area, up the staircase, a man remarked rhetorically of me, So now they admit gringos?
I bought some candy and a coke and returned to find the narco in my place. Angela told him to get up, that she was there with me, that he was in my seat. Sensing danger, I introduced myself as if among friends. He hesitated, reluctantly shook my hand, and returned to his seat. My notes record that he left without kissing me goodbye.
After Angela explained what had happened while I was gone, she said that she was afraid that he would attack me or us. Also, we both noticed that some drunk, solitary guys were eyeing me in unsettling ways.
I suggested that we go downstairs to join the couples who were beginning to dance. Angela did not want to. Whereas for me the greater distance would increase my sense of safety, for her we would be descending into an arena in front of the judging eyes and wagging tongues of her community. Not only would appearing there with me be too public, the narco might see it as a further affront and attack out of proprietary jealousy. We limited our physical expressions of togetherness to sitting next to each other.
Something was happening nearby that only increased our tenseness. An extremely drunk man, about 30 years old, staggered down a row, asking several young women to dance with him. Although the answer was continuously negative, he asked one girl several times in different ways over a period of several minutes, reluctantly stumbling away and doggedly lurching back between bouts of asking. The same girl declined other suitors, too. Angela explained that this girl refused the other supplicants because, were she to dance, the drunk might feel that she was his
and attack her and her partner. Eventually, though, he found someone to lean on and sway with, and we marveled both at this success and at his ability to continue upright.
Angela suggested that we go to the Golden Zone, since I wanted to dance. As we left, she hailed the vigilant narco in a friendly fashion, which she said was due to her fear of negative gossip. Outside the entrance gate was a scene similar to what I had heard about aguajes: a small crowd of about 10-15 women and girls were waiting for their men to come out, as were a couple of prostitutes.
Angela insisted that we take a pulmonía taxi. This was a locally invented vehicle that resembled a big, fast, golf cart with a back seat. Many locals preferred to ride in pulmonías even though they charged more and the drivers, pulmoneros, were observably more abusive than drivers of the many other sorts of taxi. Mazatlecos expressed resentment about drivers in daily discussions of transportation options and in occasional, indignant letters to the editor. However, pulmonías had prestige as conspicuous consumption and as modern: tourists preferred them, and they blared loud, upbeat music, usually of the cosmopolitan variety found in discos. Pulmoneros resembled tourism waiters and beach vendors in several ways: of course, they stereotypically catered to tourists, and many sold drugs, presented themselves and their services in a highly expressive and forward manner, and seemed to prefer tourist women as sexual objects.
When we arrived in the Golden Zone, Angela changed markedly. Now she had few reservations about engaging in physical expressions of affection in public. She spoke more openly and loudly, even in quiet areas. She changed in this way even though people whom she or her family would later encounter were likely to see her. After all, she worked in tourism, and Mazatlecos from all neighborhoods were always numerous in the Golden Zone. In fact, throughout my research a startlingly high number and variety of local people told me that they had seen me from afar as I had walked in various places, especially tourist areas. Often, they could even remember who my companions had been. Thus, although the potential for surveillance and therefore gossip by long-term relations was continuous throughout Mazatlán, some Mazatlecos felt, or hoped, that different standards applied in the different zones. Perhaps a casual date with a foreigner would be more acceptable in the tourism zone than in a colonia. Perhaps Angela could, like the bull at the jaripeo, jump the wall confining her. Perhaps the common lore in Mazatlán – that even Mazatlecos could escape social surveillance in the Golden Zone – would prove true.
Perhaps not.
As we parted affectionately, Angela insisted on taking a pulmonía alone to her house. Waiting with me along the sidewalk, she danced lightly to the music blaring from passing pulmonías. She agreed that she would not have danced that way in a colonia. When a pulmonía stopped for her, I noted its identification number out loud and urged her to be careful. I was repeating steps that I had seen Mazatlecos take to ensure that late-night taxi drivers would not rape their fares. Occasional newspaper reports of sexual assaults by pulmoneros had accentuated my prejudice against them.
Angela climbed into the backseat and bade me goodbye. I bought two hotdogs from the cart by the Subway franchise; exchanged minimal conversation with the vendor; and walked the few blocks home through the still night.
The next time we met, Angela told me what had happened in the taxi. As the driver –whom she had never met before – sped away, he began to lecture her. He addressed her informally as "tú, in a traditional, familial fashion. Tú revealed the pulmonero’s attitude that he was addressing a relatively immature person. She responded with the formal
usted to emphasize the social distance between them. Although he was of a similar age, he also called her
girl."
The pulmonero asked whether I were white, and then, more to the point, a "gringo.
Is he a serious boyfriend?"
"He’s my amigo," which was a common euphemism for a romantic partner in a relationship without commitment.
What are you doing with an ‘amigo’ from over there [the United States]? I saw that you didn’t want to leave him. That’s bad. I’ve lived in the United States. I know that those gringos come here only to mock [that is, sexually exploit] our women. Over there, they don’t have serious girlfriends. They live with their girlfriends, and after a year or two they split up. Don’t see him again. Don’t go out with guys from there. There are lots of Mexican men.
Really,
she deadpanned.
And so it continued until he had delivered her home.
I: General Orientations
2: Introduction
This book is not a tourist guide or traveler’s tale. It is a wide-ranging, analytical ethnography of Mazatlán, a mid-sized city and tourist resort on Mexico’s Pacific coast. Like my date with Angela, it crosses a variety of geographic and social realms; however, my goals here are quite different. In short, this is a general examination of Mazatlecos’ lives, especially in public realms. A reader who digests the entirety of this work should finish with both a good analytical understanding of public life in Mazatlán and a good practical sense of it, too. Both of these types of understanding should apply, to a lesser extent, to many other parts of Mexico and, indeed, in much of Spanish-speaking America.
This volume addresses several types of (university-level) reader:
tourists and foreign residents who want to learn more about Mazatlán. This volume presents considerable information about Mazatlecos’ lives away from tourists.
Mexicans, especially from the Northwest, who value different perspectives on their lives
academics interested in research on this region
social theorists interested in a holistic treatment of space, modernity, history, gender, sexuality, politics, globalization, organization, diversity, hierarchy, discourse, and more
anthropologists-in-training looking for a relatively transparent account of fieldwork.
The text is a significantly altered version of my Ph.D. dissertation (Duvall 1998). I have improved its readability and added further examples of life in Mazatlán and explanations of my approach. Thus, it is now more accessible to non-specialists, although some chapters remain denser than others. Overall, it is easier to understand and much more practical than popular books about, for example, physics. In any case, I recommend that readers remember the low price and skip or skim the sections that don’t interest them. The table of contents and introductions should provide a good sense of the topics.
While the book is rife with quotes, stories, and concrete observations of local life, its argument is complex. It carefully compares different classes, neighborhoods, and social domains in an urban setting. It includes my involvement in the production of knowledge while keeping the spotlight on understanding others. It unites symbolic and materialist perspectives. It frequently turns conventional analysis sideways. And it tells good stories from interesting contexts in order to further a sophisticated, up-to-date analysis of everyday life. The main themes are:
how people in Mazatlán (Mazatlecos) mix modernity and tradition, as they define them
the character and importance of various social distinctions among Mazatlecos, especially economic resources, style, gender, age, ethnicity, and nationality
the relationship between individual experience and institutionalized expectations.
Unfortunately, more than fifteen years have passed since I conducted most of this research. Thus, the patterns of specific behaviors presented here must have changed in various ways. Nonetheless, I have reason to believe that much of the cultural logic behind them remains similar. Also, when I wrote the original text, many of my methods and analytical perspectives were innovative; this remains true but to a lesser extent, as a growing number of anthropologists have independently adopted similar approaches.
The main piece of my research on Mazatlán that is not included here – on how the historical preservation of architecture would entail cultural change – can be found in Duvall (2003). Another, sadly truncated article (Duvall 2007) used examples from Mazatlán to question the analytical value of class.
Other materials on Mazatlán will appear at TracyDuvall.com.
Finally, most names have been changed, and all translations and photographs are mine.
3: Orientations
Many people in the United States think that Mazatlán must be a small town – perhaps until recently an Indian village – dependent exclusively on tourism. As a result, they shoehorn discussions of almost any topic into a tourism frame. However, I chose Mazatlán as a field site in part because it was larger and more economically diversified than most other Mexican beach-resorts.
Of course, Mazatlán was, among many other things, a beach-resort city about 740 miles south of the U.S.-Mexican border. As such, it contained many social border areas. However, most Mazatlecos I met emphasized Mazatlán’s status as a peripheral area rather than as a border. They often expressed, in a multitude of ways,