One tragic Sunday, after lunch, Comentator Ovando ordered his troops to move. Troopers in their 70 horses, and 300 soldiers, were waiting. Anacaona believed that they were getting ready to prepare a demostration of their skill in the sugarcane game. She went over to the troopers and asked them to dedicate it to her her tribe. The troopers agreed. They asked her to take the tribe to the bend of the river because they wanted to speak to them... Everything was forseen when Nicolás de Ovando, Governor of the Spanish Islands, wore the symbolic, golden medalluion. They tied the tribe to stakes by the bend of the river and burnt them! Some Tainos took managed to take the Queen out of the mass execution. All that could be seen and heard were blood and loud scream... If any Taino would jump onto a horse to save anybody, they were immediately killed. Eighty Taino
leaders were slaughtered.
El areito es la guerra santa de estos siglos.
El oye del Ocama es mucho más que propaganda.
Aquí la vida del futuro se decide.
Aquí comienza la confianza a hacerse amarga.
Oye aquí, en su silencio, la muerte de la noción
de vanidad y raza, oye el no taíno
a don Diego de Arana, al Fortín de Navidad,
al cadáver y escombros de la Santa María;
los naufragios en Haití no declaran
vade in pace; al contrario.
Vayan con la muerte tronzuda
es lo que dicen en favor de la viuda que heredara
su cacicazgo en Maguana, vayan con los cadáveres
de ochenta taínos horadados por espada;
vayan con el engaño del medallón sagrado
que Ovando se esparciera por su pecho
como burla a este pueblo
que le confió la inocencia
y la confianza.
10-11-1989 / Lope: Indice
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