Word: sonora
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...alleviate the political crisis. Widespread rumors that the President was planning a coup to stay in power were faced by an unexpected, and hardly reassuring, display of power. In November, charging that large landholdings were unconstitutional, he ordered the expropriation of 243,000 acres in the northern state of Sonora. The land was to be given to the landless peasantry; and overnight, 8000 farm families moved into the land. Landowners and the industrial elites all over the country resisted by closing down shops and factories for 24 hours across the nation. On the eve of a second 'invasion' Echeverria balked...
...shopping bags full of cash, hundreds of Mexicans streamed across the Rio Grande last week. Their aim: to deposit in U.S. banks their threatened life savings. In Mexico City, foreign-currency trading halted as snaking lines of customers exhausted banks' supplies of dollars. Across the breadbasket of Sonora and Sinaloa states, armies of militant peasants poised to "invade" some of the country's richest farm lands. Near by, dispossessed landowners angrily draped their tractors in black crape. For a time, land war in the campo (countryside) seemed only a gunshot away...
...intended to stay in power, possibly by means of a military coup. His last major act as President was a political shocker. Charging that wealthy landlords had violated Mexican law by masking their holdings under relatives' names, Echeverria two weeks ago ordered that 243,000 acres in Sonora's lush, irrigated Yaqui valley, worth about $80 million, be handed over to landless peasantry. The subsequent "invasion" of 8,000 farm families was smoothly run overnight by government-sponsored unions. By dawn, happy, flag-waving campesinos were haggling over boundaries...
...dusty plaza of Navojoa in the Mexican state of Sonora was a sea of straw-colored Stetsons. Campaign placards floated above the farmers, providing a little shade from the intense noonday sun. A psychedelic rock band with gigantic amplifiers competed with ranchero singers, backed by trumpets and violins, across the square. As the din crescendoed, railway workers forming a canyon through the crowd swung their matracas (rattles) wildly. With hand stretched high in salute, a robust man in a white guayabera (tropical shirt) jogged up to the speaker's platform. The crowd broke into a roar: " Viva Lopez Portillo...
...Instead, each of the public rooms is a permanent exhibition of folk art and crafts from all of Mexico's 31 states and territories. It is a fitting setting, for these days bare-legged Tarahumara Indians from the Sierra Madre or huarache-wearing campesinos from the state of Sonora in the north are just as likely to be found with Mexico's chief executive as local and foreign notables." Excerpts from the interview...