Contents
Foreword
Preface
Jesuit Foundations
Gray Robes for Black 1767-68
The Archreformer Backs Down 1768-72
Tumacácori or Troy? 1772-74
The Course of Empire 1774-76
The Promise and Default of the Provincias Internas 1776-81
The Challenge of a Reforming Bishop 1781-95
A Quarrel Among Friars 1795-1808
"Corruption Has Come Among Us" 1808-20
A Trampled Guarantee 1820-28
Hanging On 1828-56
Epilogue
Abbreviations
Notes
Bibliography
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If you know just where to look, you can still see the
ruins of historic Calabazas from four-lane Interstate 19, across the
pond of the Nogales International Wastewater Treatment Plant. The
roofless and weathered adobe, once a visita church and then the
headquarters of Gándara's hacienda, blends in the distance with
its backdrop of brown mesquite-studded hills.
A few miles farther north, alerted by signs, you
cannot miss the hulking mission church so tenaciously laid up at poor
Tumacácori by Fathers Gutiérrez, Estelric, and
Liberós. Since 1908, the year Theodore Roosevelt proclaimed it a
national monument by authority of the Antiquities Act, it has been
reverently cared for. In 1974 the National Park Service pondered both
"protection of the resource" and "interpretation"how to dry out
the perennially damp west wall of the structure and prepare for
urbanization of the valley on the one hand, and on the other, how to
evoke the spirit of the place as a living frontier community while
relating it to the three cultures of the region. Part of the Tubac
presidio's ruins in 1958 became Arizona's first state park. San Xavier
del Bac, again an active Franciscan mission to the Pápago
Indians, doubles as a Registered National Historic Landmark, drawing
tens of thousands of visitors each year.
At the least, these mute physical vestiges of
Hispanic Arizona are curiosities. They clash with the wastewater plants,
the freeways, and the subdivisions. At best they cause us to ask
questions about our historical environment. They force us to acknowledge
cultural diversity as well as human continuity in the region. They bid
us to read and to write history.
If there are truths to be learned from history, the
local and regional varieties, well done, offer us our most intimate
chance to grasp them first hand. No one well acquainted with the
Arizona-Sonora frontier is likely to accept the "retroactive utopism" of
"Native Americans" or "Chicanos" or "Anglos." Nor will he be so easily
seduced by crusading "historians" and social "scientists" who project
their social consciences back into the past.
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Tumacácori in 1889. George
Roskruge photo. Courtesy Arizona Historical Society
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Perhaps the greatest lesson of history, local as well
as global, is that manregardless of the length of his shadow, the
hue of his skin, or the dignity of his estateis possessed of a
common, ambivalent nature. No matter how much he knows of the past, he
is not freed from repeating it. Still, it is enlightening and
reassuringeven entertainingto know that he has been there
before.
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