Intimate Enemies. Kimberly Theidon
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Intimate Enemies
PENNSYLVANIA STUDIES IN HUMAN RIGHTS
Bert B. Lockwood, Jr., Series Editor
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Intimate Enemies
Violence and Reconciliation in Peru
Kimberly Theidon
UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA PRESS
PHILADELPHIA
Copyright © 2013 University of Pennsylvania Press
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University of Pennsylvania Press
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19104-4112
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
Part II. Common Sense, Gender, and War
8 The Micropolitics of Reconciliation
10 Legacies: Bad Luck, Angry Gods, and the Stranger
MAP 1. Peru.
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