The blood was still on the ground. On the evening of Oct. 2, 1968, the administration of Mexican President Gustavo Díaz Ordaz orchestrated a massacre of student protesters in Mexico Citys Tlatelolco Square. Hundreds we will never know exactly how many were gunned down by the army and the police.
That night, Elena Poniatowska, who had just given birth, was feeding her child at home, but couldnt keep still after she heard what was happening. Two female friends called me, Elena recalled recently, at her home in Coyoacan, Mexico. They said the situation at Tlatelolco was terrifying, that their elevator doors were shot up and there were tanks with policemen and soldiers all over the place, and the walls were covered with blood. The next day at dawn, Elena went to a military camp, where some of the students had been taken after they were arrested. But she wasnt allowed to enter.
She then walked to the square. I arrived at Tlatelolco. I saw womens shoes, mens shoes strewn all over the ground, she told me, like a snapshot of how people had run away while trying to save their lives. There was blood on the stairways. The police were still there.
At that moment she decided she needed to tell this story, which the government wanted buried. She needed to gather testimonies from witnesses, but many had already been thrown in jail. I started visiting Lecumberri [Mexico Citys prison for men] on Sundays, under a different name, and I obtained testimonies thanks to a student there, who [later] died, she said. I also went to the womens prison, which was very far away, near Iztapalapa, and I started to put the pieces together like a reporter, which is what I am.
She recorded some of the testimonies and took notes for others. Sometimes lawyers told her about clients who had been arrested. Many people went to my house to give me their accounts, she explained. It was like I was putting together a chorus, this huge plethora of voices. And the book, La Noche de Tlatelolco [known in English as Massacre in Mexico"], was the result.
I asked Elena: Do you have the slightest doubt that President Díaz Ordaz ordered the killing of these young people?
No, she replied. Díaz Ordaz was in Guadalajara, but he panicked because the Olympics were about to start [in Mexico City] a few days later. Mexico was the first Latin American country to host the Olympic Games; it was an honor for Mexico. He didnt want the students to sabotage that.
La Noche de Tlatelolco was published in 1971, at a time when Mexico was under an authoritarian regime and the press was strongly censored. I asked Elena if she put herself at risk by writing a book like this, which was sure to irk officials in the administration. I didnt think about the danger, she said. I didnt think about the consequences it might have.
I told her many people have called her style of journalism combative and committed, and have described Elena as someone who takes sides. She told me, I have never been neutral ... I speak from the gut. Im sure I miss a lot of things, but I do everything from my gut.
Fifty years after the Mexican government dealt this horrific blow to the student movement, there are still many things we dont know. No truth and justice commission was ever launched, and the perpetrators of the massacre were never identified. But Elena bravely, and professionally, chronicled what actually took place in the summer and fall of 1968. Her book is so full of life that even today the testimonies and voices of those who were there inspire fresh outrage.
At 86, Elena has done her part with regard to history. When I spoke with her, thousands of books from her personal library were being packed into boxes to be shipped to a foundation that is taking her name. I asked if this was a moment of giving back for her. Giving back, letting go, yes, she said. When I go, I want to go light.
p.s.. Im not one to hold onto many possessions, but among the few things I treasure is a first edition of La Noche de Tlatelolco, tattered and full of notes Ive scribbled on the pages. Elena Poniatowska, without knowing it, has been a mentor to me, and she remains one of the worlds greatest journalists. She autographed my book, and now I dont need anything else.