“Clouds don’t always come filled with good rain. They often flood the fields or destroy the crops. That’s how Shining Path came to my community, disguised as good rain. The first drops gave us hope for life, for social justice. But the rains lasted longer and longer. And fear appeared, because the water began to destroy and clean away “all that was old”. And so we began to live the “flood”.
This is a short book. Leaving aside the Introduction and the notes, the main text is only about 100 pages (albeit in a small print size). It’s a compelling one though, relating the author’s remarkable life story, which you could say is in four parts. It opens in 1983 when, aged about 12, Gavilán joined the communist rebels of the Shining Path, of Peru. Coming from a peasant family, at the time he was illiterate and could only speak Quechua. He joined partly out of admiration for his older brother, who had also joined, and partly out a vague idea that that the Shining Path would bring about a more just society. The rebels fought both the Peruvian Army and local village militias in a brutal war, with no quarter given on either side. The party was equally harsh with its own members, with fighters being executed for the slightest breach of discipline. “Forgiveness did not exist in the party” comments the author, in a remark with relevance later in the book. He had already become disillusioned when he was captured by the army in 1985. Despite demands from militiamen that he be killed, he was protected by an army officer who took him back to their barracks. With no other prospects, Gavilán joined the army to fight against his erstwhile comrades. The cover photo shows him in army uniform in 1986, aged about 15. As with the previous section, he describes witnessing abuse and murder, this time perpetrated by the army.
Part 3 of the author’s life recounts his decision to become a Catholic priest, actually a Franciscan brother. His motivation seems to have been a desire to atone for his sins. For the third time though, he had joined a organisation with a rigidly hierarchical structure, and one that demanded total, unquestioning obedience.
The Shining Path were a Maoist organisation, and life with them featured regular sessions of criticism and self-criticism. It was a feature of the Franciscan Order to conduct regular “life reviews”, where you listed all the good and bad things you had done recently. As the author comments, these two aspects were very similar in principle, although the outcomes were not. With the Franciscans, forgiveness was the constant theme, “while in the party threats and executions were the constant.”
Eventually though, Gavilán wearied of the life of a priest, and in another turn to his life become an academic. In the last chapter, he makes a moving return to the locations where he fought as a guerrilla, more than 20 years after those events.
Unsurprisingly, Gavilán is a man troubled by his memories. His early life was largely determined by chance. He happened to live in the time and place when the Shining Path burst forth. He joined them voluntarily but with no real understanding of what he was doing. At his capture, it was the chance presence of an army lieutenant that saved him from death. In the acknowledgements, Gavilán comments that “To him I owe my life and continued education.”
I am glad that, in the end, he was able to take control of his own life.